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Originally posted by T S C:
Why would you allow your children to play sports with children that you didn't want them to learn alongside?
Because I'd like the state to offer me that choice?
Is that too simple?
I have no choice to effect which public school programs my tax dollars go to fund, whether I avail myself of those services or not.
I chose to opt back in to one of those services and that's hypocritical?
I'm paying the full share of my tax either way.
If I only benefit from part of what they fund, those who avail themselves of the entire system still come out ahead if you're speakly strictly from a financial point of view.
Submitted for your approval:
Computer Literacy (A Satire)
by SardonicPoet
Joe shivered as he felt the residual gust of air from outside rush past him as the automatic door swung back into the closed position behind him. His breath still frosted in front of him for a few more seconds before he drew in the warm, moist air that filled the cozy walls of the Littletown Public Library. Record lows for the past three days had kept him and his family voluntarily imprisoned within the confines of their central heating system, but the emotional chill resulting from that much time spent in close quarters with those he loved had driven him into the relatively welcoming arms of the driving wind outside; braving the elements for the short trek to this humble bastion of civilization and literacy.
He walked past the smiling desk clerk as he slid his returns absent-mindedly into the small chute in front of her; her cheer eliciting nothing more from his frost-locked facial muscles than a small grin and a nod of acknowledgement.
He perused the annals of the fictinoal and their often-less-factual counterparts of non-fiction more to kill time than anything else. As he'd expected, he found nothing more than the usual dated selection of celophane-entombed literature. Even the shelves marked New Arrivals groaned under the weight of a horde of tomes that could best be described as middle-aged rather than infants.
But his steady feet carried him eventually to what he knew was his inevitable destination.
It had only been a scant few months since the small library had installed the bank of desktop computers on a far wall; whimsically decorating the walls behind each machine with various paintings of valances and curtains. The artistic flourish had been lost on Joe at first, but as he began to experiment with the machines his children looked at with no more wonder than he and his brothers had looked at a Lego set, he realized that the metaphor of a window to the outside world was apt and powerful.
He sat down (more slowly than he used to), he reached to pull his worn wallet from his pocket and retrieve the plastic card with the small numbers that were used to sign into the computers. He labored to punch the correct sequence on the keyboard and pressed the return (for some reason it was labeled "Enter"). A few heartbeats later, the machine noiselessly produced a portrait of a frowning child and the words "Your account has been flagged as non-compliant with the LiteracyNow! program. Any questions should be directed to one of the library's employees."
Joe blinked. Perplexed, he rose from his chair and meandered his way back to the front desk clerk; the only employee that he knew to be working that day.
His face (now properly warmed) produced a wider smile than before as she finished checking out the books that a small boy and his mother had selected.
"Good morning, Margaret."
She turned and returned his greeting.
"Good morning, Mr. Williams. How's Helen?"
"She's just peachy. But if I have to sit through one more movie about heartbreak, jealousy, infidelity, or soulmates, I might just croak."
As Margaret gave a knowing and mischevious smile, he continued.
"The computer wouldn't let me sign in. There's some program I'm... non-compliant with?"
As her fingers played over the spines of a stack of book; likely searching for a specific title, she shrugged a little and responded in a peppy tone.
"Oh, that's just LiteracyNow. Let me check the system, it's probably just a glitch."
She spent a few moments punching the keyboard in front of her with a speed that made Joe's head spin and then her expression sombered slightly before she punched a few more keys.
"The system says you haven't checked out a book in over seven months, Mr. Williams."
"That sounds about right."
Her smiled had all but vanished now, replaced by a look of mild consternation.
"LiteracyNow is a new program to promote traditional literacy in library users."
"Traditional literacy?"
"Books, Mr. Williams. Our state funding is now directly tied to the number of books per day that the library checks out. And we're not allowed to extend other library services to anyone who doesn't check out at least one book a week."
Her tone had become matter-of-fact, perhaps even bitter, as she explained something she apparently believed to be common sense and common knowledge.
"But the library doesn't stock any books that I want to read, Margaret."
"A lack of funding, Mr. Williams. People are reading less and less every year, letting libraries like this slowly fade away. Providing books to the public is the entire purpose of a library."
"But I read all the time."
She seemed genuinely confused at his statment, so he qualified it further.
"I use the book swap down at Neal's."
"Neal's?" she queried, the dismissive scorn in her voice impossible to ignore. "That man wouldn't know Shakespeare from Marlowe if they were standing alive in front of him. He only sells books to turn a profit. Why would you get your books from him?"
"Because he carries books that I like to read. He carries books that lots of people like to read. He may not know Shakespeare, but he knows that you only make money by offering what people want."
"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Williams, but I can't allow you access to other library services unless you check out a book. Why even come in the library if you don't like our books?"
"Because I don't have a computer at home."
"Why don't you try to convince Neal to put one in?" she said, practically snarling.
Blinking again, Joe realized he wasn't going to make any headway in the discussion. Before walking away, though, he asked one more question.
"But Margaret, if I check out a book, how does the library know I'll even read it?"
"Seriously Mr. Williams, what normal person would check out a library book and not read it."
~fin