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Let me guess.. the liberal history teacher is gonna say "librulz gooood an smert, conz baaaad adn dummm"   

I boiled it down w/o even watching it. Damn! I'm good!
 

Warcok » 20 Aug 2022, 1:16 pm » wrote: ↑

20 Aug 2022, 1:16 pm

Let me guess.. the liberal history teacher is gonna say "librulz gooood an smert, conz baaaad adn dummm"   

I boiled it down w/o even watching it. Damn! I'm good!

Lol I finally watched the video and that's EXACTLY what it was     

Warcok » 20 Aug 2022, 1:16 pm » wrote: ↑

20 Aug 2022, 1:16 pm

Let me guess.. the liberal history teacher is gonna say "librulz gooood an smert, conz baaaad adn dummm"   

I boiled it down w/o even watching it. Damn! I'm good!

Or....... "we liberals like to hand people fish paid for with money extorted from productive taxpayers, while conservatives like to teach people how to fish so they can go out and produce their own food, without parasitizing their neighbors."

 
 

nuckinfutz » 20 Aug 2022, 1:05 pm » wrote: ↑

20 Aug 2022, 1:05 pm

https://twitter.com/i/status/1560710696064749744

this guy is a total retard

So according to this brilliant history teacher I suppose Adolf hitler was a liberal. Right?

freeman » 20 Aug 2022, 1:37 pm » wrote: ↑

20 Aug 2022, 1:37 pm

Or....... "we liberals like to hand people fish paid for with money extorted from productive taxpayers, while conservatives like to teach people how to fish so they can go out and produce their own food, without parasitizing their neighbors."

So why does Grifty scam the government out of the taxes necessary to pay for the security for his cretinous spawn?

None of you RWNJ mouth breathers got this right!
Its; PROFITS vs. PEOPLE!!!
Or; Privatize the profits and socialize the costs!  

 
 

nuckinfutz » 20 Aug 2022, 1:05 pm » wrote: ↑

20 Aug 2022, 1:05 pm

https://twitter.com/i/status/1560710696064749744

If insulin was given to the public, then it's available generically. 

I agree with him in general about liberals vs conservatives. I just don't see fascists as liberals. 

Between me and a piece of **** like you, I am the liberal. 

No offense - I don't mean that in a "bad" way.

nuckinfutz » 20 Aug 2022, 1:05 pm » wrote: ↑

20 Aug 2022, 1:05 pm

https://twitter.com/i/status/1560710696064749744

I'd say the main difference is that people like you never actually test / live by your Liberal belief system in real life.
You would never in a million years open up a liquor store on MLK Blvd. 
If you owned a Construction company..you would never give ****** preferential hiring status...yet you would LOVE  to see REAL  business owners forced to do it.
OTOH...I live by ALL of my Conservative Beliefs each and every day...!!!


 

by Christopher Jackson

Until recently I taught at a predominantly black high school in a southeastern state.The mainstream press gives a hint of what conditions are like in black schools, but only a hint. Expressions journalists use like “chaotic” or “poor learning environment” or “lack of discipline” do not capture what really happens. There is nothing like the day-to-day experience of teaching black children and that is what I will try to convey.

One of the most immediately striking things about my students was that they were loud.They had little conception of ordinary decorum. It was not unusual for five students to be screaming at me at once.It did no good to try to quiet them and white women were particularly inept at trying. I sat in on one woman’s class as she begged the children to pipe down.They just yelled louder so their voices would carry over hers.They seemed to have no conception of waiting for an appropriate time to say something.They would get ideas in their heads and simply had to shout them out. I might be leading a discussion on government and suddenly be interrupted: “We gotta get more Democrats! Clinton, she good!”The student may seem content with that outburst but two minutes later, he would suddenly start yelling again: “Clinton good!”

 

Anyone who is around young blacks will probably get a constant diet of rap music.Blacks often make up their own jingles, and it was not uncommon for 15 boys to swagger into a classroom, bouncing their shoulders and jiving back.They were yelling back and forth, rapping 15 different sets of words in the same harsh, rasping dialect.The words were almost invariably a childish form of boasting: “Who got dem shine rim, who got dem shine shoe, who got dem shine grill (gold and silver dental caps)?” The amateur rapper usually ends with a claim—in the crudest terms imaginable—that all woman-kind is sexually devoted to him. For whatever reason, my students would often groan instead of saying a particular word, as in, “She suck dat aaahhhh (think of a long grinding groan), she f**k dat aaaahhhh, she lick dat aaaahhh.”So many black girls dance in the hall, in the classroom, on the chairs, next to the chairs, under the chairs, everywhere. Once I took a call on my cell phone and had to step outside of class. I was away about two minutes but when I got back, the girls had lined up at the front of the classroom and were convulsing to the delight of the boys.


Many black people, especially women, are enormously fat. Some are so fat I had to arrange special seating to accommodate their bulk. I am not saying there are no fat white students—there are—but it is a matter of numbers and attitudes. Many black girls simply do not care that they are fat. There are plenty of white anorexics, but I have never met or heard of a black anorexic.“Black women be big Mr. Jackson,” my students would explain.“Is it okay in the black community to be a little overweight?” I ask.Two obese girls in front of my desk begin to dance, “You know dem boys lak juicy fruit, Mr. Jackson.” “Juicy” is a colorful black expression for the buttocks.

Blacks, on average, are the most directly critical people I have ever met: “Dat shirt stupid.Yo’ kid a bastard. Yo’ lips big.” Unlike whites, who tread gingerly around the subject of race, they can be brutally to the point. Once I needed to send a student to the office to deliver a message. I asked for volunteers, and suddenly you would think my classroom was a bastion of civic engagement. Thirty dark hands shot into the air. My students loved to leave the classroom and slack off, even if just for a few minutes, away from the eye of white authority. I picked a light-skinned boy to deliver the message. One very black student was indignant: “You pick da half-breed.” And immediately other blacks take up the cry, and half a dozen mouths are screaming, “He half-breed.”


For decades, the country has been lamenting the poor academic performance of blacks and there is much to lament. There is no question, however, that many blacks come to school with a serious handicap that is not their fault.At home they have learned a dialect that is almost a different language.Blacks not only mispronounce words; their grammar is often wrong. When a black wants to ask, “Where is the bathroom?” he may actually say “Whar da badroom be?” Grammatically, this is the equivalent of “Where the bathroom is?” And this is the way they speak in high school.Students write the way they speak, so this is the language that shows up in written assignments.

It is true that some whites face a similar handicap. They speak with what I would call a “country” accent that is hard to reproduce but results in sentences such as “I’m gonna gemme a Coke.”Some of these country whites had to learn correct pronunciation and usage. The difference is that most whites overcome this handicap and learn to speak correctly; many blacks do not.Most of the blacks I taught simply had no interest in academic subjects. I taught history, and students would often say they didn’t want to do an assignment or they didn’t like history because it was all about white people. Of course, this was “diversity” history, in which every cowboy’s black cook got a special page on how he contributed to winning the West, but black children still found it inadequate. So I would throw up my hands and assign them a project on a real, historical black person. My favorite was Marcus Garvey. They had never heard of him, and I would tell them to research him, but they never did. They didn’t care and they didn’t want to do any work.


Anyone who teaches blacks soon learns that they have a completely different view of government from whites.Once I decided to fill 25 minutes by having students write about one thing the government should do to improve America. I gave this question to three classes totaling about 100 students, approximately 80 of whom were black.My white students came back with generally “conservative” ideas. “We need to cut off people who don’t work,” was the most common suggestion.Nearly every black gave a variation on the theme of “We need more government services.”

My students had only the vaguest notion of who pays for government services. For them, it was like a magical piggy bank that never goes empty.One black girl was exhorting the class on the need for more social services and I kept trying to explain that people, real live people, are taxed for the money to pay for those services. “Yeah, it come from whites,” she finally said. “They stingy anyway.” “Many black people make over $50,000 dollars a year and you would also be taking away from your own people,” I said.She had an answer to that: “Dey half breed.” The class agreed. I let the subject drop.


Many black girls are perfectly happy to be welfare queens. On career day, one girl explained to the class that she was going to have lots of children and get fat checks from the government. No one in the class seemed to have any objection to this career choice.


Surprising attitudes can come out in class discussion. We were talking about the crimes committed in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and I brought up the rape of a young girl in the bathroom of the Superdome. A majority of my students believed this was a horrible crime but a few took it lightly. One black boy spoke up without raising his hand: “Dat no big deal. They thought they is gonna die so they figured they have some fun.Dey jus’ wanna have a fun time; you know what I’m sayin’?” A few black heads nodded in agreement.

My department head once asked all the teachers to get a response from all students to the following question: “Do you think it is okay to break the law if it will benefit you greatly?” By then, I had been teaching for a while and was not surprised by answers that left a young, liberal, white woman colleague aghast.“Yeah” was the favorite answer. As one student explained, “Get dat green.”There is a level of conformity among blacks that whites would find hard to believe. They like one kind of music: rap. They will vote for one political party: Democrat. They dance one way, speak one way, are loud the same way, and fail their exams in the same way. Of course, there are exceptions but they are rare.Whites are different.Some like country music, others heavy metal, some prefer pop, and still others, God forbid, enjoy rap music. They have different associations, groups, almost ideologies. There are jocks, nerds, preppies, and hunters. Blacks are all—well—black, and they are quick to let other blacks know when they deviate from the norm.


One might object that there are important group differences among blacks that a white man simply cannot detect. I have done my best to find them, but so far as I can tell, they dress the same, talk the same, think the same. Certainly, they form rival groups, but the groups are not different in any discernible way. There simply are no groups of blacks that are as distinctly different from each other as white “nerds,” “hunters,” or “Goths,” for example.

How the World looks to Blacks


One point on which all blacks agree is that everything is “racis’.” This is one message of liberalism they have absorbed completely.Did you do your homework? “Na, homework racis’.” Why did you get an “F” on the test? “Test racis’.”I was trying to teach a unit on British philosophers and the first thing the students noticed about Bentham, Hobbes, and Locke was “Dey all white! Where da black philosophers’?” I tried to explain there were no blacks in eighteenth century Britain. You can probably guess what they said to that: “Dat racis’!”One student accused me of deliberately failing him on a test because I didn’t like black people.“Do you think I really hate black people?”“Yeah.”“Have I done anything to make you feel this way? How do you know?”“You just do.” “Why do you say that?”He just smirked, looked out the window, and sucked air through his teeth.Perhaps this was a regional thing, but the blacks often sucked air through their teeth as a wordless expression of disdain or hostility.


My students were sometimes unable to see the world except through the lens of their own blackness. I had a class that was host to a German exchange student. One day he put on a Power Point presentation with famous German landmarks as well as his school and family. From time to time during the presentation, blacks would scream, “Where da black folk?!” The exasperated German tried several times to explain that there were no black people where he lived in Germany. The students did not believe him. I told them Germany is in Europe, where white people are from, and Africa is where black people are from. They insisted that the German student was racist and deliberately refused to associate with blacks.

Blacks are keenly interested in their own racial characteristics. I have learned, for example, that some blacks have “good hair.” Good hair is black parlance for black-white hybrid hair.Apparently, it is less kinky, easier to style, and considered more attractive.Blacks are also proud of light skin.Imagine two black students shouting insults across the room. One is dark but slim; the other light and obese. The dark one begins the exchange: “You fat, Ridario!” Ridario smiles, doesn’t deign to look at his detractor, shakes his head like a wobbling top, and says, “You wish you light skinned.”They could go on like this, repeating the same insults over and over.


My black students had nothing but contempt for Hispanic immigrants. They would vent their feelings so crudely that our department strongly advised us never to talk about immigration in class in case the principal or some outsider might overhear.Whites were “racis’,” of course, but they thought of us at least as Americans.Not the Mexicans. Blacks have a certain, not necessarily hostile understanding of white people. They know how whites act, and it is clear they believe whites are smart and are good at organizing things. At the same time, they probably suspect whites are just putting on an act when they talk about equality, as if it is all a sham that makes it easier for whites to control blacks. Blacks want a bigger piece of the American pie. I’m convinced that if it were up to them they would give whites a considerably smaller piece than whites get now, but they would give us something. They wouldn’t give Mexicans anything.

What about black boys and white girls? No one is supposed to notice this or talk about it but it is glaringly obvious: Black boys are obsessed with white girls. I’ve witnessed the following drama countless times. A black boy saunters up to a white girl. The cocky black dances around her, not really in a menacing way. It’s more a shuffle than a threat. As he bobs and shuffles he asks, “When you gonna go wit’ me?” There are two kinds of reply.The more confident white girl gets annoyed, looks away from the black and shouts, “I don’t wanna go out with you!” The more demure girl will look at her feet and mumble a polite excuse but ultimately say no.There is only one response from the black boy: “You racis’.” Many girls—all too many—actually feel guilty because they do not want to date blacks. Most white girls at my school stayed away from blacks, but a few, particularly the ones who were addicted to drugs, fell in with them.


There is something else that is striking about blacks. They seem to have no sense of romance, of falling in love.What brings men and women together is sex, pure and simple, and there is a crude openness about this. There are many degenerate whites, of course, but some of my white students were capable of real devotion and tenderness, emotions that seemed absent from blacks—especially the boys.Black schools are violent and the few whites who are too poor to escape are caught in the storm. The violence is astonishing, not so much that it happens, but the atmosphere in which it happens.Blacks can be smiling, seemingly perfectly content with what they are doing, having a good time, and then, suddenly start fighting. It’s uncanny. Not long ago, I was walking through the halls and a group of black boys were walking in front of me. All of a sudden they started fighting with another group in the hallway

Blacks are extraordinarily quick to take offense. Once I accidentally scuffed a black boy’s white sneaker with my shoe. He immediately rubbed his body up against mine and threatened to attack me. I stepped outside the class and had a security guard escort the student to the office. It was unusual for students to threaten teachers physically this way, but among themselves, they were quick to fight for similar reasons.


The real victims are the unfortunate whites caught in this. They are always in danger and their educations suffer.White weaklings are particularly susceptible, but mostly to petty violence. They may be slapped or get a couple of kicks when they are trying to open a bottom locker. Typically, blacks save the hard, serious violence for each other.


There was a lot of promiscuous sex among my students and this led to violence. Black girls were constantly fighting over black boys. It was not uncommon to see two girls literally ripping each other’s hair out with a police officer in the middle trying to break up the fight. The black boy they were fighting over would be standing by with a smile, enjoying the show he had created. For reasons I cannot explain, boys seldom fought over girls.