He who can, does. He who can't, teaches

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The NUTers have made fools of themselves again by voting to prevent the Army from presenting in schools. Stefan Simms, a teacher from Ealing, west London said he would only support 'realistic' recruiting literature like

"Join the Army and we will send you to carry out the imperialist occupation of other people's countries"

Yet again we see the Tin foil hat brigade are teaching children. Not mine of course, as I wouldn't trust these lazy Commy fuckups to educate a sleeping Spaniel into playing dead - I'll be sending mine to Private school, thank you very much; preferably one with a CCF and Rugby pitches. Obviously they're worried about the fact that they only get them 200 plus days a year to spew paranoid left wing rubbish into their brains and think it just isn't enough.

Actually the "Tools down" teachers are right to be worried - it probably isn't. Most kids are smart enough to know when their teachers are deviating from the job description - reading out their lecture notes made at teacher training Poliversity 20 years ago. They can smell the strong unpleasant odour of teachers forcing their own opinions down their kids throat in the same way and for the same reason they can tell when Wigglesworth has just been "Bog washed". Children are just as able to work out that when somebody uses the words 'Oil company' and 'Imperialism' in the same sentence they're spouting bollocks as any adult with the IQ greater than a squashed apricot.

"I would be personally gutted after years of putting time and professional effort into the students I teach, helping their education and preparing them for adult life, to find out that some of them have said 'I decided to join the Army".

Quite right Mr Simms. Ignoring the fact that a teacher saying "educating and preparing children for adult life" brings up a gamut of unpleasant images, you wouldn't want a man coming back to school to remind you what a gelded nobody you really are - you probably get enough of that at home from your "life partner". If I compare the majority of my wimpy teachers with my RSM I know who was the man and who were the drips (Hint: it was the chap with confirmed bayonet kills, not the bloke with a face that made my girlfriend's cats litter box look like Monet's 'garden at Giverny', leather patches on his jacket and dandruff like a 40 centimetre "Dump" on St Moritz. The RSM was smarter too.

"The character of a soldier is high. They who stand forth the foremost in danger, for the community, have the respect of mankind. An officer is much more respected than any other man who has as little money. In a commercial country, money will always purchase respect. But you find, an officer, who has, properly speaking, no money, is every where well received and treated with attention. The character of a soldier always stands him in good stead."

Dr Samuel Johnson, a man who wrote books rather than just highlighting them on an overhead projector.