I’m at something of a loss for the correct phrasing. Something that will get my point across succinctly, while maintaining my reputation for probity and prudence.
The Pledge of Allegiance is a crock!
Close, but not quite.
The Pledge of Allegiance is a crock of shit!
Ahh, just so. Nuanced.
I believe the term is “agency”. Which is to say, without choice, there is no voluntary commitment, hence any “pledge” is meaningless. And what decisions do we permit children to make?
“Father, might I have some chocolate ice cream?”
“Well, son, if you can bear the guilt of supporting the oppression of Swiss orphans in sweatshops…”
“Yes, Father, I can, as I am rather fond of chocolate.”
OR
“Mother, I prefer the patent leather Mary Janes, if I might.”
“Well, dear, they are rather shiny, you know, so boys will be using the reflection to peer up under your dress and see your thong.”
“That’s quite all right, Mother, as I have resolved to become a lesbian, and to spend nine years in graduate school writing the definitive and exhaustive treatment of Virginia Wolff and Vita Sackeville-West.”
“Oh, very well, child. Pass Mother her pills, won’t you, dear, I feel rather a headache coming on….”
Equally absurd:
“Thank you for your invitation to participate in your charming patriotic ritual, Ms. Crobopple, but after deliberation I have quite decided to be Canadian, as I am pale, excessively polite and cannot find Minnesota.”
Ridiculous? Of course. Because children have no agency, we do not permit that they make such decisions until they are of appropriate age.
Therefore, the POA isn’t a pledge at all, it is an act of submission, a gesture of obeisance to authority, and nothing more. To indoctrinate children with rituals of submission to Authority ought to be anathema for a nation born from rebellion.
Educate our children, teach them to read and yes, argue. Show them our entire history, warts, Watergate and all. Then they can decide.
All in all, its just another brick in the wall.