Not to alarm you, but America is going softer than room temperature butter. Exhibit 8,134: Schools have started to ban dodgeball.

I’m not making this up. A couple of weeks ago, I watched a story on about dodgeball being been outlawed in some school districts in New York, Texas, Utah and Virginia. Many more are thinking about it, like Maryland, where school boards want to ban any game with “human targets.”

Human targets? What’s tag? What’s a snowball fight? What’s a close play at home? Neil Williams, a physical education teacher at Eastern Connecticut State, says dodgeball has to go because it “encourages the best to pick on the weak.” Noooo! You mean there’s weak in the world? There’s strong? Of course there is, and dodgeball is one of the first opportunities in life to figure out which one you are and how you’re going to deal with it.

We had a bully … Big Fred … in our seventh grade. Must have weighed 225 pounds, used to take your underwear while you were in the shower and parade around the locker room twirling it on his finger. We also had a kid named Melvin, who was so thin we could have faxed him from class to class. I’ll never forget the dodgeball game when Big Fred had a ball in each hand and one sandwiched between his knees, firing at our side like a human tennis ball machine, when, all of a sudden, he got plunked right in his 7-Eleven-sized butt. Fred whirled around to see who’d done it and saw that it was none other than Melvin, all 83 pounds of him, most of it smile.

Some of these new age whiners say dodgeball is inappropriate because it teaches an excessively violent message to kids. Are you kidding? Dodgeball is one of the few times in life when you get to let out your aggressions, no questions asked. We don’t need less dodgeball in schools, we need more!

I know what all these NPR-listening, Starbucks-guzzling parents want. They want their Ambers and their Alexanders to grow up in a cozy womb of noncompetition, where everybody shares tofu and Little Red Riding Hood and the big, bad wolf set up a commune. Then their kids will stumble out into the bright light of the real world and find out that, yes, there’s weak and there’s strong and teams and sides and winning and losing. You’ll recognize those kids. They’ll be the ones filling up chalupas. Very noncompetitive.

But the debate has moved far beyond dodgeball and now includes efforts to ban games like tag and, in some cases, physical contact between students altogether. That means no more duck-duck-goose and musical chairs. Seriously. So, if we give the critics dodgeball, you can look for these games to be banned next:

Tag. Referring to any child as it is demeaning and hurtful. Instead of the child hollering, “You’re it!” we recommend, “You’re special!”

Red Rover. Inappropriate labeling of children as animals. Also, the use of the word red evokes Communist overtones.

Hide-and-seek. No child need hide or be sought. The modern child runs free in search of himself.

Baseball. Invokes wrong-handed notions of stealing, errors and gruesome hit-and-run. Players should always be safe, never out.

Hopscotch. Sounds vaguely alcoholic, not to mention demeaning to our friends of Scottish ancestry.

Marco Polo. Mocks the blind.

Marbles. Winning others’ marbles is overly capitalistic.

Kick the can. Unfair to the can.

If we let these PC twinkies have their way, we’ll be left with:

Duck-duck-duck. Teacher spends the entire hour patting each child softly on the head.

Swedish baseball. Players are allowed free passage to first, second or third, where they receive a relaxing two-minute massage from opposing players.

Smear the mirror. Students take turn using whipped cream to smear parts of their reflection they don’t like, e.g., the fat they have accrued form never doing a thing in gym class.