How My ‘Uneducated’ Father Smashed Evil People
November 30, 2020
My father, who died 24 years ago, was a high school dropout.
He wound up getting his GED when he was in his 40s.
Now according to the conventional wisdom, he must have been an uneducated moron — after all, formal schooling is what separates us from the animals.
And yet, not quite.
My father read anything and everything. Circumstances had made the completion of high school impossible for him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to learn things.
Of course, he didn’t have to waste his time reading left-wing gobbledygook.
(I did once find him reading Voltaire’s Candide, and I told him enough was enough — even a nerd like me didn’t want to read that book.)
Dad knew at least a little something about just about everything — I once tried to stump him by asking about ballet, but he knew about that, too. And he knew a great deal about numerous things.
Thanks to all his independent reading, no one dared cross him in a debate.
(I might also add: I loved the guy, but he never shut up — a common enough side effect of knowing so much!)
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The universities are a hopeless cause. But look at what my dad accomplished without them. You can, too.
If you’ve been a victim of educational malpractice, you’ll be like a kid in a candy store in my Liberty Classroom.
Listen to (or watch) the courses whenever you like. Master the history they kept from you. Be an economics ninja who effortlessly parries objections.
Fill in those annoying gaps in your knowledge.
Throw yourself wholeheartedly into the cause.
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