My kid had the audacity to pipe up that he thinks this "carbon footprint" stuff is a bunch of nonsense, an opinion the supply teacher was not prepared to entertain in any way whatsoever. In fact, she told him to keep his opinions on the subject to himself (rather the antithesis of education, no?).
You'll notice that at one point in this cartoon (whose message is that all was going swingingly on Earth, carbon-wise, until man had to show up and wreck everything) the screen goes black. That's when my son's best friend, who is something of a wisenheimer too, said, "What, you mean we're not going to have a sun?"
What insolence!
Here's my question: is it too much to ask that an art class be devoted to, well, actual ART? Da Vinci. Rembrandt. Goya. Matisse. Great works of art, and the artists who created them. How to become visually literate; to look at and appreciate these creations, and, yes, maybe even learn to love them.
How wonderful it would be to receive that sort of education instead of being forced to endure this David Suzuki-esque bollocks that has absolutely nothing to do with art. However, this being the domain of Dalton McGuinty, the greenest (and arguably the dimmest) premier in the land, I guess that's expecting way too much.
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