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The art of monetising fear

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  The art of monetising fear Script Politicians have long mastered the art of monetising fear, transforming societal anxieties into powerful tools for garnering votes, donations, and loyalty. By amplifying threats, whether real or exaggerated, they create a sense of urgency that compels the public to rally behind them, funding campaigns and endorsing policies that promise protection. This strategy not only secures their power but also perpetuates a cycle where fear becomes a lucrative commodity, much like how alarmist narratives drive engagement and profits in broader discourse.  So why don't more contemporary artists leverage or expose this political platform, given that power and art have always been symbiotic?  Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private...
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iPAD & ANDROID APPS and Blooms

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Part of a 21st Century Teacher's mission is to relate innovative technology with their teaching practices. Perhaps the most commonly accepted teaching and learning pedagogical methodology is the Blooms' Taxonomy. Blooms has been revised in the digital era.

Across the world, many educators have made considerable efforts to related Blooms with online learning, web 2.0, 3.0, and industrial revolution 4.0.

Blooms and Moodle


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Blooms and Web 2.0 to 3.0


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Blooms and Industrial Revolution 4.0

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Educators across the world can adapt new technologies and adapt teaching and learning practices through what is a globally connected effort to be relevant and effective. 

Can schools - more importantly can Educational Jurisdictions keep up with societal change?
Can Bloom's keep up?










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