it really creeped me out to see all the tiny children marching out of ray school to the playground in a goosestepping formation with the teacher shouting

HUP!, two, three four! HUP! i know it's supposed to teach them to be nice and obey but all i feel is sorrow at that nice obedience they're being molded to. the beginnings of manufactured consent, good citizens, good little soldiers, playing nice.  i said nice too often, it's such a bland world, oh well, eat up kids, for...