Do your homework Education Scotland!

How a story for 5 year olds may help ...

Our previous blog featured the now infamous Noddy story, which took aim at the Care Inspectorate’s rudimentary failure to address the potential harms caused to vulnerable children brought up in care, by the dangers of gender ideology.

In it, we pointed out that, given the Supreme Court’s ruling on April 16th, the Care Inspectorate’s continued promotion of gender identity via its guidance for so-called ‘trans’ children was potentially harmful to vulnerable children in care. We also pointed out that one of the impacts of this fake concept is to upend public institutions’ functions thereby achieving outcomes which are diametrically opposite to why they exist.

The Care Inspectorate, responsible for overseeing the safeguarding of children has, in effect, created safeguarding issues for children by publishing this guidance which continues to promote the concept of the ‘transgender’ child. There is no robust evidence to prove that there is such a thing as a ‘transgender’ child; children who are anxious and /or confused about puberty and their sexual development - absolutely, but no child should be told that they can change sex. And the promotion of the idea of the ‘transgender child’ continues to ignore the careful findings of the Cass Review  and a growing body of international research indicating that there is no evidence that gender affirming ‘care’ is helpful or produces any good outcomes for children who are experiencing confusion regarding their sexual development.

ScotPAG has repeatedly stated its concerns in writing to the Scottish Government and to our public institutions. The concept of the ‘trans’ child has been embedded in schools, care resources, and the NHS. The problem with this ‘product placement’ is that children are suggestible and are at risk of believing that ‘trans’ is real rather than a false concept made up to sell to children. Most children do feel uncomfortable with their bodies and their appearance at various stages in their development, particularly as they go through puberty. This is normal. It is for adults to reassure and support children to accept and love their developing bodies. There are no rigorous tests for the so-called diagnosis of gender dysphoria; just a list of stereotyped descriptions of what it is to be male or female. This simplistic and regressive approach is not helping our children to be resilient and prepared for adult life and it places some children and teenagers on a track towards chemical castration and mutilation of their bodies.

So in this blog, ScotPAG is taking aim at Education Scotland. It has refused to engage with any of our concerns raised about gender ideology.

Professionals enthralled by TIE

We have previously drawn attention to the activities of Time for Inclusion (TIE) an organisation in receipt of tax payers’ money which has been given license by Education Scotland to embed gender ideology across the curriculum.

Education Scotland continues to preside over the entirely unlawful schools guidance, Supporting Transgender Pupils in Schools and continues to recommend materials written by activist organisations; no alternatives are provided. The schools guidance is continuing to be referred to by the majority of Scottish schools. Teachers are continuing to be advised that children should be led to believe that they can change sex and that they can be born in the wrong body. ScotPAG predicts that, in the years to come, we will look back at this period in our history as that time educationalists told children the BIGGEST LIE in history!

To help Education Scotland get back on track we have written a story based on the idea of what happens when you lie about something very obvious. We have used a pastiche of the beloved story, ’The Tiger Who Came to Tea’, in homage to Judith Kerr and her wonderful writing and illustrations. Our story has been written to be read to a five year old so that even the most intellectually challenged professional residing within Education Scotland might just get the gist.

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The Tiger Who Came to Lunch

Once upon a time, in a cosy little house, lived a girl named Sophie and her Mummy. One sunny day, they were setting the table for lunch when DING-DONG! the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be?” said Mummy, wiping her hands on a towel. Sophie ran to the door and opened it wide. There stood a big, stripy tiger with a shiny grin.

“Hello!” said the tiger, tipping an imaginary hat. “I’m Trevor the Tiger, and I’ve come to tell you the most amazing thing: clouds are made of marshmallows! You can eat them if you climb high enough! May I join you for lunch?”

Sophie clapped her hands. “Wow, marshmallow clouds? Come in, Trevor!” Mummy raised an eyebrow but smiled. “Well, alright, but don’t make a mess!” Trevor bounced into the kitchen, his tail swishing. “Oh, I won’t! Let’s eat, and I’ll tell you more about those fluffy, yummy clouds!”

Sophie and Mummy had made sandwiches, juice, and a big bowl of fruit salad. Trevor sat at the table, his big paws barely fitting. He grabbed a sandwich and munched it in one bite. “Mmm! This is good, but not as tasty as a marshmallow cloud! Did you know you just need a ladder to reach them?” Sophie’s eyes sparkled. “Can we get a ladder, Mummy?” Mummy chuckled. “Let’s finish lunch first, sweetie.”

Trevor gulped down all the sandwiches, then slurped the juice straight from the pitcher. “Yum! Clouds are sweeter, though. I once climbed a tree and nibbled a cloud—it tasted like cotton candy!” “Really?” Sophie gasped, imagining fluffy pink clouds. “Absolutely!” said Trevor, licking his whiskers. He reached for the fruit salad and scooped it all up with a big spoon. “You know, if you believe clouds are marshmallows, you can float up to them just by thinking hard!”

Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, thinking as hard as she could. “Am I floating yet?” “Not yet!” said Trevor, eyeing the cookie jar on the counter. “Maybe you need more belief — and cookies!” He tipped the jar over, and all the cookies tumbled into his mouth. Crunch, crunch, crunch! Mummy crossed her arms. “Trevor, you’re eating everything! And I’m not sure about this marshmallow cloud idea…”

“Oh, it’s true!” Trevor said, his mouth full of crumbs. “I met a bird who told me! He said if you sing to the clouds, they drop marshmallow bits right into your hands!” Sophie started singing, “Twinkle, twinkle, little cloud!” but no marshmallows fell. Trevor burped loudly and looked around. “Any more food? Marshmallow clouds make me hungry!” Mommy sighed. “You’ve eaten all our lunch, Trevor. And I think you’re making this cloud story up.”

Trevor’s ears drooped, but his grin stayed. “Me? Make it up? Never! But, um, I just remembered—I have to visit another house to spread the word about clouds! Bye!” He bounded out the door, his stripy tail waving. Sophie giggled. “He was funny, but I don’t think clouds are marshmallows.” Mummy hugged her. “You’re right, Sophie. Clouds are made of water, not snacks. Let’s make more sandwiches and check the sky ourselves.”

So, Sophie and Mummy made a new lunch and sat by the window, watching real clouds float by—white and fluffy, but definitely not edible. And they laughed about the silly tiger who tried to trick them with his wild, made-up story.

The End