They did not take cursive from the schools because children no longer needed it. They took it because of what it was quietly building in them.
Consider what the exercise actually is. A child, six years old, is handed a pen and asked to draw a single unbroken line that becomes a word. The wrist must float. The fingers must hold a living pressure, never quite the same twice, always correcting. The eye must follow the ink forward and trust the hand to finish what it has begun. There is no lifting, no stopping, no starting over mid-word. The loop must close. The ascender must rise and return. The sentence must travel from one margin to the other as a single continuous gesture, and at the end of it the hand must still be steady.
Twelve years of this. Every day. Ten thousand small acts of sustained, self-correcting attention, carried out below the level of conscious thought, until the motion belongs to the body and the body belongs to the motion.
This is not penmanship. It is the slow construction of an interior form.
The hand that has learned to carry a line without breaking it is the hand of a mind that has learned to carry a thought without breaking it. The two are not metaphors for one another. They are the same faculty, trained in the same child, by the same daily discipline. Continuity of the stroke becomes continuity of the reasoning. The patience of the loop becomes the patience of the argument. The commitment to finish a word one has started becomes the commitment to finish a sentence, a paragraph, a life's idea, without reaching for the nearest distraction halfway through.
Print is a different creature entirely. Print lifts. Print stops. Print assembles a word out of separate, stamped, interchangeable pieces, each one beginning and ending in isolation. A mind raised only on print learns to think the way print is made, in discrete tokens, in replaceable units, in fragments that can be recombined by any outside hand without the owner noticing the substitution. It is precisely the shape of thought a language model produces. It is precisely the shape of thought a language model can steer.
Cursive is kata. This is the whole of it. A form repeated daily, for years, not for the sake of the form but for what the repetition lays down in the practitioner beneath the form. The swordsman does not train kata so that one day he may fight in kata. He trains it so that when the moment comes and there is no time to think, the movement is already inside him, older and deeper than thought, and it rises on its own. Cursive was the kata of the literate mind, the daily quiet drilling of continuity, of patience, of a line held steady under the long pressure of its own length. And the signature it produced at the end, that small flourished mark unique to a single human being on earth, was only the outward proof of an inward form no machine and no other hand could ever reproduce.
Take the kata away and the practitioner is left with vocabulary in place of faculty. He can recognise a whole thought when he encounters one. He cannot carry one himself. He can admire a finished argument. He cannot sustain one long enough to close its loop. He begins books he does not finish, sentences he does not end, ideas he abandons the moment the screen in his palm offers him a brighter one. And when the machine begins feeding him tokens in the exact shape his schooling taught him to receive, he meets it with no interior resistance at all, because no interior form was ever built in him to push back with.
They removed it quietly, across a generation, and they removed it in the last years before the machines arrived. Twelve years of daily practice in unbroken, embodied, self-authored thought, gone from the curriculum of almost every child in the Western world, just as the instruments designed to complete their sentences for them came online.
The hand forgets. The mind, having never been taught the kata, forgets a thing it never knew it had.
That is what cursive was. That is what was taken. And that is why the thought of anyone who still writes by hand, in long unlifted lines, remains, quietly, stubbornly, and without their ever needing to announce it, their own.
Now the question stands open. What else has been banned, phased out, quietly retired from the curriculum and from common life over these same decades, under the same soft excuses? Mental arithmetic. Memorisation of poetry. Latin. Logic as a formal subject. Map reading. Knot work. The keeping of a commonplace book. The reading aloud of long passages in class. Singing in parts.
What was each of those actually building in the child, beneath the surface of the lesson, and whose interest was served by its disappearance?
Part II: The Graveyard Keeps Growing
You think the Bolsheviks, Stalin, Mao, and Pol Pot were the end of it? Cute. The same script just gets recycled with new accents, new flags, and the same gullible fucking audience.
Teach the kids about Castro’s Cuba. The bearded “liberator” who promised freedom and delivered firing squads at La Cabaña...Che Guevara personally signing off on thousands of executions, sometimes without even bothering with a show trial.
Political prisoners rotting in gulags worse than Siberia’s, forced labor camps cutting cane until your hands bleed, and an entire population turned into beggars while the regime elite smoked Cohibas and banged tourists in Varadero resorts.
Don’t forget North Korea, the hermit kingdom where three generations of the Kim cult have turned an entire nation into a prison camp.
Famine in the ’90s that killed 2–3 million while the regime tested missiles and threw parades. Public executions for watching South Korean dramas.
A family dynasty living in palaces while citizens are told to eat grass.
East Germany’s Stasi made the Gestapo look like amateurs...one informant for every six citizens, families ratting out families.
Cambodia’s Year Zero wasn’t a one-off; it was the logical endpoint of forcing human beings into collectivist molds.
Every. Single. Time.
The ideology always promises liberation and delivers chains. It needs an enemy to justify the violence, so it invents kulaks, wreckers, counter-revolutionaries, bourgeois elements, imperialists, Zionists...whatever label lets them drag you out of your house at 3 a.m.
The vanguard knows best, dissent is treason, and mercy is weakness.
Meanwhile, what do we teach instead?
That capitalism is the root of all evil, that America was founded solely on slavery and genocide, that every disparity today is proof of “systemic oppression” that requires… even more centralized power to fix.
Never mind that no system in history has lifted more people out of poverty than market economies.
Never mind that the free societies...flawed, messy, capitalist ones...are the only places where you can even criticize the government without disappearing.
We teach kids to hate their own civilization while romanticizing every thug regime that ever flew a red flag.
We let professors who’ve never run a lemonade stand explain why the Soviet economy “would have worked if done right.”
We hand megaphones to activists who think Che was a hero and don’t know he wanted to nuke New York.
The result?
A generation that thinks property is theft, that borders are violence, that words are literal murder, and that the solution is always more revolution, more tearing down, more year zero.
They’ve never seen the photos of the Ukrainian villages where every dog, cat, and human starved together.
They’ve never read the testimonies of gulag survivors who watched friends worked to death over quotas for steel no one needed.
They’ve never smelled the killing fields.
So when the next demagogue shows up promising to “tax the billionaires” into utopia, or to “decolonize” everything by burning it down, or to finally deliver “real” equality by seizing the means of production… they cheer.
They don’t recognize the playbook because we never showed them the original games.
The Left isn’t just wrong. It’s dangerous.
It thrives on ignorance, on emotion, on the eternal human hunger for someone else to blame and someone else’s stuff.
If we taught real history...unfiltered, unapologetic, with the body counts front and center...half these kids would run screaming from anything that smells like collectivism.
Instead we serve them comfort food lies and wonder why they keep voting for the same poison that killed 100 million in the last century.
The graves are still warm.
Stop lying to children.
Teach them what socialism actually does when it wins.
Or get ready to dig new ones.
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This teacher-turned-cognitive scientist shared a disturbing reality that left the room stunned.
“Our kids are LESS cognitively capable than we were at their age.”
Every previous generation outperformed its parents since we began recording in the late 1800s.
So, what happened?
Screens.
Dr. Jared Horvath explained:
“Gen Z is the first generation in modern history to underperform us on basically every cognitive measure we have, from basic attention to memory, to literacy, to numeracy, to executive functioning, to EVEN GENERAL IQ, even though they go to more school than we did.”
“So why? … The answer appears to be the tools we are using within schools to drive that learning (screens).”
“If you look at the data, once countries adopt digital technology widely in schools, performance goes down significantly, to the point where kids who use computers about five hours per day in school for learning purposes will score over two-thirds of a standard deviation LESS than kids who rarely or never touch tech at school. And that’s across 80 countries.”
But screens aren’t just decimating learning and making new generations less intelligent than the ones before them.
They’re doing something far worse. And when you take a closer look, it isn’t pretty. 🧵
Dang, this is actually beautiful:
“Because it is our fathers, brothers, husbands and sons who represent us at the ballot-box. Our fathers and our brothers love us; our husbands are our choice, and one with us; our sons are what WE MAKE THEM. We are content that they represent US in the corn-field, on the battle-field, and at the ballot-box, and we THEM in the school-room, at the fireside, and at the cradle”
Israeli forces detained 5 Palestinian kids - at the request of Israeli settlers. Their crime? Gathering wild vegetables.
The young boy who tries to save his friend at 0:15 shows more courage than the entire international community.
Shame on all of us.
(per @RamAbdu)
This little girl, barely out of childhood, left her soaked tent under freezing rain and biting cold, carrying a water gallon heavier than her fragile body, just to keep her family alive. This harsh reality no major newspaper dares to show. In this cold hell, simply getting water has become an impossible miracle.
Share these videos, let the world see the truth as it is, without gloss or lies.
This is the pain we live every day, neglected and forgotten, while the world closes its eyes and ignores.
I want to thank President Trump for exposing beyond a reasonable doubt that DC, including & maybe most of all, his administration, is completely run to benefit foreign and special interests. The debate is over, they just rubbed it in your face. Unorthodox methods, but he did it.