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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Making do with less

Editorial from the BCCT.

If this is editorial policy, how about having the reporters ask the tough questions like:

Why did/didn't you cut this program?
What is/is not affected?
How much does this save/cost?

Then, print the answers. If the answer is "I dunno", print that too. Be accountable all around, not just on the editorial page.


Making do with less
Hit with pay cuts and wage freezes, taxpayers have no choice but to cut back. School boards should follow their example.

It’s kind of like the Stockholm syndrome, that state of mind where a hostage becomes sympathetic to the hostage taker. We have in mind those hefty tax hikes school districts are proposing as part of their preliminary budgets.

Fortunately, preliminary budgets are state-mandated exercises that are frequently revised. So by the time a final budget is passed calling for a lower tax hike than originally proposed, taxpayers are thankful that their captors gave them a break.

In normal times, that sort of thing is almost tolerable. Indeed, taxpayers understand rising costs. But in case school officials haven’t noticed, these are not normal times. They are difficult times. Most taxpayers are feeling the financial pinch; many are hurting.

And so it’s unrealistic if not irresponsible for school districts to be discussing hefty tax increases while jobs are being lost, wages frozen and people generally are making do with a whole lot less.

In this area of the state, we’ve become spoiled by the overall high quality of education and haven’t always demanded that school boards knock off the spending binges.

A big part of the problem is the ever-rising cost of labor and school districts’ willingness to meet the unreasonable demands of teachers unions. Top-heavy administrations, with six-figure salaries, add to the burden — too often with school boards hardly batting an eye.

Act 1 was the state law that was supposed to put the brakes on school spending by requiring districts to seek voter approval for tax increases. But each year, districts can raise taxes a certain amount (this year, it’s 4.1 percent) without consulting the voters. In our view, 4.1 percent is excessive these days. But districts can exceed even that by filing for certain exceptions.

Act 1 has become a bad joke, and the taxpayers are the butt of it. School officials don’t help by piling on higher and higher expenses that they claim are absolutely vital.

There is certainly enough blame to spread around for the crisis in public education funding. The state has danced around the problem for years. And local school officials haven’t worked hard enough to bring their budgets in line with economic reality. That needs to change.

Certain “necessities” have to become “options” and certain “options” have to be scrapped, at least for the time being. In every district, labor agreements have to be scrutinized. Renegotiation shouldn’t be an unheard of practice.

In short, school districts have to get their spending under control before they bleed their taxpayers to death.

1 comment:

Jon said...

"...bleed their taxpayers to death."

Couldn't they have been a little bit more melodramatic? Plus, bloodletting was considered a therapeutic practice in the Dark Ages (c. 500 - 1400 A.D. in most of the world, still ongoing in Morrisville), as this 1978 Saturday Night Live skit attests:


Announcer: "In the Middle Ages, medicine was still in its infancy. The art of healing was conducted not by physicians, but by barbers. The medieval barbers were the forerunners of today's men of medicine, and many of the techniques they developed are still practiced today. This is the story of one such barber."

William: Hello, Theodoric of York. Well, it's springtime, and I've come for my haircut and bloodletting.

Theodoric of York: Hello, William, Son of Malcolm the Tanner. Have a seat. Broom Gilda, you start on William's hair, and I'll open a vein here.

Broom Gilda: Yes, Theodoric.

Theodoric of York: How's that baby I delivered last Christmas when your wife died?

William: Oh, the little fellow is deformed.

Theodoric of York: Oh, that's right. I remember now. [cuts William's vein, as his blood spills into a bowl]

William: Ahhh..

Announcer: And now, it's time for another episode of "Theodoric of York: Medieval Barber".

Theodoric of York: There you go. Looks like I have another patient. I'll be back in a minute to see how you're doing.

William: Right. Thank you.

[Theodoric approaches Joan, who stands next to her daughter]

Joan: Hello, Theodoric, Barber of York.

Theodoric of York: Hello, Joan, Wife of Simkin the Miller. Well, how's my little patient doing?

Joan: Not so well, I fear. We followed all your instructions - I mixed powder of staghorn, gum of arabic with sheep's urine, and applied it in a poultice to her face.

Theodoric of York: And did you bury her up to her neck in the marsh and leave her overnight?

Joan: Oh, yes. But she still feels as listless as ever, if not more.

Theodoric of York: Well, let's give her another bloodletting. Broom Gilda.

Broom Gilda: Yes, Theodoric.

Theodoric of York: Take two pints.

Broom Gilda: Yes, Theodoric.

Joan: Will she be alright?

Theodoric of York: Well, I'll do everything humanly possible. Unfortunately, we barbers aren't gods. You know, medicine is not an exact science, but we are learning all the time. Why, just fifty years ago, they thought a disease like your daughter's was caused by demonic possession or witchcraft. But nowadays we know that Isabelle is suffering from an imbalance of bodily humors, perhaps caused by a toad or a small dwarf living in her stomach.

Joan: Well, I'm glad she's in such good hands.

Hunchback: [pulls Drunkard forward in a cart] Is this Theodoric, Barber of York?

Theodoric of York: Say, don't I know you?

Hunchback: Sure, you worked on my back.

Theodoric of York: What's wrong with your friend here?

Hunchback: He broke his legs.

Drunkard: I was at the festival of the vernal equinox, and I guess I had a little too much mead.. and I darted out in front of an oxcart. It all happened so fast. They couldn't stop in time.

Theodoric of York: Well, you'll a lot better after a good bleeding.

Drunkard: But I'm bleeding already!

Theodoric of York: Say, who's the barber here?

Drunkard: Okay, okay, just do something for my legs.

Theodoric of York: Well, the three of us will get you up on the gibbet here. [turns Drunkard upside-down, then spreads his legs apart] Okay, now this is gonna hurt a little. What we're doing is separating your broken bones, and if you don't feel better tomorrow, we'll just cut his legs off about here.

Drunkard: Okay. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna feel better tomorrow!

Theodoric of York: I guess this will teach you to go easy on the mead. Broom Gilda put a few leeches on his forehead.

[Broom Gilda complies]

Drunkard: Thank you.

Theodoric of York: [to William] When was the last time you came in for a worming?

William: I guess I'm due.. but I don't have time today. Please accept my payment - this fine, fat goose. [hands over goose]

Theodoric of York: Thank you. Broom Gilda will give you your change. [returns to Joan] So, how's the little patient doing?
Joan: She's worse. She's looking pale.

Theodoric of York: Well, if she's not responding to treatment, I'm afriad we'll have to run some more tests. Broom Gilda, bring me the Caladrius Bird.

Joan: Caladrius Bird?

Theodoric of York: Yes. The Caladrius Bird is placed beside a patient. If the bird looks at a patient's face, she will live; but if it looks at her feet, she will die. Okay, now, Freddy, come on out. [unleashes bird from cage, but it just flies off] I don't know how to interpret that. Did you see Broom Gilda?

Broom Gilda: No.

Theodoric of York: Well, I guess, take another pint from Isabelle - and while you're at it, take two pints from the bird.

Broom Gilda: [feels patient] She's dead.

Joan: Dead! Dead! I can't believe it! My little daughter dead!

Theodoric of York: Now, Mrs. Miller, you're distraught, tired.. you may be suffering from nervous exhaustion. I think you'd feel better if I let some of your blood.

Joan: You charlatan! You killed my daughter, just like you killed most of my other children! Why don't you admit it! You don't know what you're doing!

Theodoric of York: [steps toward the camera] Wait a minute. Perhaps she's right. Perhaps I've been wrong to blindly folow the medical traditions and superstitions of past centuries. Maybe we barbers should test these assumptions analytically, through experimentation and a "scientific method". Maybe this scientific method could be extended to other fields of learning: the natural sciences, art, architecture, navigation. Perhaps I could lead the way to a new age, an age of rebirth, a Renaissance! [thinks for a minute] Naaaaaahhh!

Announcer: Tune in next week for another episode of "Theodoric of York: Medieval Barber", when you'll hear Theodoric say:

Theodoric of York: A little bloodletting and some boar's vomit, and he'll be fine!