Thoughts about high school shootings...
aemilia
massacreee if you're Arlo Guthrie), I begin to think about how I would
have reacted if I were in the same situation.
I hear people all around me talking about how sick and demented and
pathetic these kids are who take to the gun and blow the heads off of
their classmates, and how they should never have existed in the first
place. I don't feel that way. I feel empathy. I understand.
Watching the TV on Monday and seeing these classmates (who all seemed
to be rather literate and well read, which was shocking) who were, one
after another, quoted as saying "He was weird, all the kids made fun
of him."
"All the kids made fun of him."
And they wonder why these kids go apeshit? They wonder why these kids
snap, and they can't find the reasons.
I can tell you the reasons: the kids were fed up with this shit. They
were sick and tired of being picked on and teased and tortured by the
people they were FORCED to be in the same rooms with day, after day,
after day. Imagine some nightmare scenario where everyone in a room
hated you and tormented you because you were A) weird looking, or B)
smarter than everyone else or C) fat, or D) wore glasses, and you were
forced to confront these people 5 out of every 7 days for 12 years.
I had kids get in groups and hold me down and urinate on me when I was
8 years old. I had groups of kids rip my clothing and scratch at me
and hit me. They would circle me like hyenas and taunt me and ridicule
me and make me suffer. For what? Why?
Because I was fat. And smart. And wore glasses. All I ever wanted to
do was sit and read my books. I had no problem whatsoever being a
complete geek who stayed in the back of the class.
I remember the teachers were in on it too sometimes. I had a 7th grade
social studies teacher who used to give this kid in my class extra
credit if he tied my shoes or my backpack to my chair. This is an
adult teacher for glub's sake!
I think about growing up in a pinko bleeding heart liberal household,
where there was not a gun to be found. I thought about going to school
and killing them all. I thought about how sweet revenge would taste on
my tongue if I watched them each beg for their lives as I held it in
my hands. I wanted them to die. I wanted them to suffer as I have
suffered.
But I had no knowledge of weapons or access to any. Therefore I sucked
it up, and by my sophomore year in high school, I discovered the
stoners, found drugs, and found acceptance.
I wish that someone was there to tell these potential apeshitters that
there is though, a better revenge than blowing these people away.
I go back to my home town to visit the parentage on a regular basis,
and there I see the people I was tortured by in school: the fat
checker at the supermarket, the white trash mother with 6 kids in the
grocery store, the guy working behind the counter at the gas station,
the guy still riding his BMX bike around town with kids 10 years
younger than him. They were stupid, oafish assholes in school, and now
they are older oafish, stupid, assholes, who live pathetic and useless
lives, where I am using my intelligence to go into a career that they
can only watch about on TV. And if I had gone on a rampage and shot
them all, I would A) be either in jail or B) have commit suicide at
the scene, and have cut off all of my life from success. Also, by
letting these vapid cretins live, I have given them far more hardship
than killing them ever would have.
They have to grow old with themselves. They are losers and white trash
and in dead end jobs. Good thing I didn't kill them.
Almost.
I would have loved to make at least one of them beg for their lives.
just a little.
aemilia
Lenore Levine
>I go back to my home town to visit the parentage on a regular basis,
>and there I see the people I was tortured by in school: the fat
>checker at the supermarket, the white trash mother with 6 kids in the
>grocery store, the guy working behind the counter at the gas station,
>the guy still riding his BMX bike around town with kids 10 years
>younger than him. They were stupid, oafish assholes in school, and now
>they are older oafish, stupid, assholes, who live pathetic and useless
>lives...
Before you were born, I was a hippie in Washington, D.C. Alex F. was
well-known in the countercultural community then. He was associated
with the Free Clinic and other "revolutionary" organizations.
Because I was like you when I was young: Fat (well, I was borderline
fat), and bright, and weird, and wore glasses, and was sexually ag-
gressive, and questioned authority, Alex saw me as a poor thing. He
didn't torture me; he just made it clear that he saw me as someone
who needed psychotherapy, for the purpose of getting a personality-ectomy.
Well, I left that town years ago. A few years back, an old friend ran
into Alex on Market Street, in San Francisco. He was unkempt, mutter-
ing to himself, and begging for quarters.
I would have given him one.
Honest.
Lenore Levine
--
"...getting doused with cold water generally makes what lives in boxer
shorts get much smaller, whereas what lives in T-shirts gets bigger.
That may be why we don't have wet underpants contests."
-- Catharine Honeyman
Øystein Larsen
<*bzzzt*>
> They have to grow old with themselves. They are losers and white trash
> and in dead end jobs. Good thing I didn't kill them.
Aemilia, sweet mistress (a man can have his dreams, no?), you forget
about a few very important details here :
No one says you gotta do it old-school Jeremy-style by standing up in
the classroom with a pistol carbine and start blowing'em away. In fact,
you don't have to go apeshit at all.
No one says you have to blow your brains out (though it gives extra
style points), get plugged by the SWAT teams, or even get caught alive.
No one even says _killing_ them is necessary.
After all - which is more grueling, painful and cruel : a quick and
imperceptible death resulting from a large-caliber bullet turning your
brain into mashed potatoes in a fraction of a second... or a lifetime
strapped to a bed and assorted machines, the overwhelming stench of your
putrid, pus-oozing wounds covering your paralyzed, slowly decaying body
and the sweetish, sickening aroma of three-day old diapers ripping in
your nose, the flies that can safely walk over your eyeballs to lay
their precious little eggs, the goddamn nurse, weary after changing you
for the past six months, that leans over you and whispers gently,
softly, teasingly into your ear "you know, you're kinda cute, if you
only could move your tongue, maybe I'd even let you eat me.." and laughs
a hysterical, mean laughter in her Happy Pill-pink little cloud of "what
the fuck do I care".
Isn't paralysis precious?
Now tell me; which is better? You kill someone, you get the Majik Needle
(California version) or the cyanide sauna. But just _hurt_ them,
however, and you get to do maybe ten to fifteen. Provided you get caught
at all, that is.
One could, for instance, buy a good rifle, like a Remington 700 Sendero
cal. .300 win.mag. and a fat, big scope to put on top of it. And then
practice with it. A lot. In just a few short months you can easily blow
a man's kneecaps off from three hundred yards. Now, imagine that
burden... everyday, every step, every movement, the pain hits. Soon, the
victim is addicted to hard-core painkillers, and the quality of his
already worthless and bland-tasting life sinks accordingly.
You could use this method to paralyze the client too, of course, but
this is a risky game at best. No telling what could happen when a
super-velocity FMJ bullet smacks into the pork chops in your neck and
splinters start flying around. Before you know it, the fecking idjit's
snuffed it and you've got a murder on your hands.
I hate it when that happens.
Better then, to do the knees. It seems like an appropriate ...fee.
> I would have loved to make at least one of them beg for their lives.
>
> just a little.
You're being all too humble, my flower, like most chicks tend to be :
"Oh, don't mind silly little _me_, I'll be fine, really." Fuck that! Put
on "I will survive" on the minidisc player, fetch out the trusty ole'
pump action, and put the "grrl" in Girl Power!
ObT: Got a nasty blister on the inside of my crotch the other day after
a long hike in the beautiful, scenic, untamed mountains eagerly
searching for small critters to kill. Apparently, I did a poor job at
tending the wound, as it began to ooze and ache after a couple of days,
so consequently I attempted to sterilize it by pissing on it.
And fuck me, seems like it did just the trick, too. Holy water, I tell
ya.
---
ØL
The children knew that even though Mr Bungle was funny to watch, he
wouldn't be much fun to eat with. Phil knew that Mr Bungle didn't have
many friends. He wouldn't be like Mr Bungle.
John William Kuthe
aemilia <aemilia...@yahoo.com> wrote:
[long heartfelt diatribe deleted]
>I would have loved to make at least one of them beg for their lives.
>just a little.
You are far more merciful (or something) than I. I was never wronged
the way you describe, and yet, I remember this recuring fantasy I has,
in *grade school*, where in the midst of the mindless drek that was
the daily classroom routine, I'd pull out a 45 semiauto (just like my
G.I Joe had), stand up. and declare that I was not going to take this
shit anymore! I'd choose the one or two buddies I had to excape with
me, and of course the cutest little girl, who upon being chosen by me
would change from a wide-eyed deer-in-the-headlights state of
paralyzing fear to an attitude towards me of gushing gratitude for
rescuing her from the hell that was grade school (I was such a
romantic!), and just for retribution, would plug a couple of the more
asinine fellow students, then I'd take my merry band of refugees
outside, where we'd all board a waiting helicopter and ESCAPE!!
I thought everyone had these thoughts too.
--
John Kuthe, aka cec.wustl.edu@jwk1, St. Louis, Missouri | MWA Homepage: |
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Second Job of Government: Protect people from each other.| ~akravetz/mwa.html |
It must *never* become the job of government to protect people from themselves!
JustmeŽ
<8hncatsmo7315o7ea...@4ax.com>, and I felt
COMPELLED to reply:
> I go back to my home town to visit the parentage on a regular basis,
> and there I see the people I was tortured by in school: the fat
> checker at the supermarket, the white trash mother with 6 kids in the
> grocery store, the guy working behind the counter at the gas station,
> the guy still riding his BMX bike around town with kids 10 years
> younger than him. They were stupid, oafish assholes in school, and now
> they are older oafish, stupid, assholes, who live pathetic and useless
> lives, where I am using my intelligence to go into a career that they
> can only watch about on TV. And if I had gone on a rampage and shot
> them all, I would A) be either in jail or B) have commit suicide at
> the scene, and have cut off all of my life from success. Also, by
> letting these vapid cretins live, I have given them far more hardship
> than killing them ever would have.
>
I was also fat, with glasses, and smart--and had a less-
than-stellar home life, so I had nowhere to go--no safe
harbor, no place to relax and feel like I belonged there.
All I had, in fact, until I found druggie friends in high
school (AKA the other outcasts of society), was books--
which made me even smarter.
Had I access to a gun, I might have gone apeshit in my
sophmore year of high school.
I was quite entertained at my 10th anniversary high
school reunion to see all of the "cool" kids far fatter,
fat dumber and far poorer than me, working on their
second marriages and 5th kids. The girl that I *dreamed*
about killing in high school must weep every morning when
she looks in the mirror and sees what an asshole husband,
4 kids and an a minimum-wage job standing on her feet
have done to her body.
The geeks? The retards? The ones that got beat on?
What happened to them? Oh, let's see-- one's a
psychotherapist; one owns his own business. One's a
teacher.
And of course there's me; Last summer I must have fielded
about 20 phone calls from people who remembered me from
high school, who heard me on the radio and wanted to say
hello to their "old friend." THAT was far more prolonged
entertainment than remembering my high school reunion,
trust me. Hell, it was almost as gratifying as my
paycheck! AND, I bring this up to my own kids when they
come home and bitch about some grade school asshole who
tried to give them a wedgie--"just think about how great
it will feel in 10 years to see what kind of loser they
turn out to be"--since we live in close proximity to
where I grew up and interact with some of my old
classmates, they can see this possibility as a reality--
they *can* imagine that they will see these little school
aged dorks as fucked-up 40 year-olds, and it warms their
cold misanthropic little hearts.
Plus I let `em vent in tae kwon do, so they have
something to kick the shit out of at least twice a week--
either a machine, or sparring with *me*.
Yes, I let them kick me in TKD. I wear guards; I
especially need a groin guard when dealing with my 9 year
old. She's vicious.
I love those kids! *snif*
--Ginny
"Die Screaming."
--Jonathan Blaque
Preferred User
much about parents. I have finally figured it out rather clearly.
Modern education in most forms is too tied to self-image. The NEA and
the modern view of education have resulted in a scenario where brutal losers
and bright individuals are forced into close proximity. Why do schools spend
so much time focusing on sports activities? For the simple reason that a
certain percentage of students will be unfit for learning and need to be
keep busy with menial physical regimentation. Some students do well in both
matriculation and sports, but they are the exception rather than the rule.
The end result of our sports-adoring schools is an atmosphere where the
kids uninterested in school are permitted passage through the system via
sports programs, and even attain BMOC status that permits the brutes to pass
judgment down upon the 'geeks.'
Any person who has attended a large public grade or high school can
attest (in honest reflection) to the indisputable fact that a student who is
'popular' amongst students is similarly given respect by teachers. In my
life I have been witness to, and victim of a number of 'indulgences' allowed
to football or basketball (etc.) stars by teachers and administrators alike.
If we really want to stop the violence in school we should eliminate
sports programs in their entirety. We, as a society, should no longer feel
obligated to keep real students warehoused in an toxic atmosphere with
gladiator candidates, both groups are being cheated. If students desire to
attend a 'school' with a focus on sports, that should be permitted, but on a
different campus than students who want to focus on the learning arts.
Our current system of warehouse education is clearly toxic. One common
thread amongst all of the 'school shooters' is a feeling of victimization at
the hands of those in the 'popular' group, generally the sports enthusiasts.
Did anyone really think Joe Football and Myron Math belonged in the same
school? Isn't that just a set up for predator and prey?
"aemilia" <aemilia...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
news:8hncatsmo7315o7ea...@4ax.com...
Gerald Belton
wrote:
>"All the kids made fun of him."
>
>And they wonder why these kids go apeshit? They wonder why these kids
>snap, and they can't find the reasons.
I remember the day that I finally snapped. Fortunately, I didn't have
a firearm handy.
I was in 8th grade. I was sitting on the school bus. We were parked
in front of the school, and the driver had gone into the office for
some reason. I was minding my own business, reading a book and waiting
for the driver to come out and take us home.
The kid sitting behind me had a basketball. He was bouncing it on the
back of my seat. I decided I wasn't going to let this bother me, so
he started bouncing it off the back of my head. I turned around and
said, "Stop it."
He didn't. The second time the ball hit the back of my head, I
started to cry. Not out loud, but tears were welling up in my eyes.
I was filled with the memories of all the beatings I had endured over
the last eight years, of all the people who had teased me because I
was fat, because I didn't know how to dress like the cool kids,
because I liked chess better than football.
The third time the ball hit my head, I stood up, turned around, and
without saying a word I punched the kid right in the head. Hard. And
then I just KEPT on punching him, over and over, until blood was
flowing out of his nose and he was crying and finally someone grabbed
my arm and told me to stop.
I turned around and sat down, still waiting for the bus driver. I was
certain I'd be thrown off the bus, suspended from school, etc. Much
to my surprise, when she got on the bus she looked at me, looked at
the kid behind me, and sat down without saying a word to either of us.
No one told her what happened, and she didn't ask. And I didn't get
in any trouble at all.
In fact, quite the opposite. No one ever punched me, gave me a
wedgie, stole my books or called me a name again. There were six more
weeks left in the school year, and I was blissfully left alone. Then
9th grade was high school, in a new school, and the bullies never
bothered me again.
Still, when I read about these kids that go apeshit after years of
abuse, I can only think: "There but for the grace of God go I."
Gerald
--
http://www.beltonphoto.com
Gallery of Jazz Photography
"...marvelous photos!" - Debbie Gillaspie, Curator,Chicago Jazz Archive
Ed Clarke
>and in dead end jobs. Good thing I didn't kill them.
>
>Almost.
>
>I would have loved to make at least one of them beg for their lives.
>
>just a little.
So... now that you're adult and have access to weapons, how's the health
of that 7th grade social studies teacher?
Nurz Rachet
> The kid sitting behind me had a basketball. He was bouncing it on the
> back of my seat. I decided I wasn't going to let this bother me, so
> he started bouncing it off the back of my head. I turned around and
> said, "Stop it."
>
> He didn't.
<snip some more>
> to my surprise, when she got on the bus she looked at me, looked at
> the kid behind me, and sat down without saying a word to either of us.
> No one told her what happened, and she didn't ask. And I didn't get
> in any trouble at all.
Probably because she wanted to kill the little fuck as much as you did.
Can you imagine driving a bus loaded with abnoxious snot-nosed 8th
graders 5 days a week? It would be enough to make me want to find the
nearest cliff and drive the fucking bus right off it ala Thelma &
Louise.
> In fact, quite the opposite. No one ever punched me, gave me a
> wedgie, stole my books or called me a name again.
Well done.
My day of wreckoning came after school when I wailed on this skinny
chick who ate erasers. I don't recall why I did this, but she went home
with a bloody nose. No severe damage done, but I sure felt better about
it. And just like Belton's story, I do recall people being nicer to me
and not getting hassled by anyone.
ObAbandon: About once a month you read about some sprog being
discovered sleeping on a school bus because the driver didn't realize
he/she/it was still there. I've yet to be convinced this is ever done
by accident.
Nurzy
Jessica Lavarnway
>just a little.
Somehow art came into the lecture. She pointed out a picture of
"American Gothic" and said that it was painted by . . . does anyone in
the class know who it is?
The class turned to me, as usual. I was the one with the glasses, the
two braids, no boyfriend, and who read books whenever the teacher was
out of the room rather than raising hell.
I raised my hand and said, "American Gothic was painted by Grant
Woods."
The history teach told me, "You are wrong. It was painted by Andy
Warhol."
Christ, you're educating America?
I replied, "No, YOU're wrong. Andy Warhol influenced pop art and did
the Campbell's soup can bit. Grant Woods painted American Gothic."
(Art history is not my strong point, but fucking Xrist, what the HELL
was wrong with this woman? Can ANYONE confuse Andy Warhol with Grant
Woods?)
She told me, "Don't contradict me. You have detention for a week."
I brought in an art history book and showed it to her the next day.
Stupid bitch.
She's continuing to educate America.
I suppose I might have gone apeshit if:
a) I cared -- which I never did. Just leave me and my book the fuck
alone and I won't bug you . . . Being accepted was never something I
craved, as I thought they were all fucking idiots;
b) I didn't vent occasionally -- my vocabulary put everyone else to
shame, and that included profanity, so I managed to impress the junior
high school guys;
and
c) once I hit high school, I hadn't had a boyfriend that worshipped
the ground I walked on, so I took out all my frustration and outrage
at having few friends by fucking like a crazed weasel during lunch
period, after school, before school, occasionally on the break between
Period 2 and Period 3 . . .
and, of course . . .
d) being so fucking weird that I scared people. I was in a Catholic
high school and I was a bisexual Wiccan. I was, if not smarter,
better read than nearly anyone else there. I was more fluent in the
computers than many of the guys who hung around the computer lab,
ensuring me a crowd of worshippers after said
worship-the-ground-I-walk-on-boyfriend graduated and went to college.
I also had a nice body (at the time <sigh>) and managed to incite the
guys' lust more than their urge to pick on the underdog. Of course, a
lot of them had caught me and my boyfriend fucking in the stairwells,
and . . . need I say more?
Jess
ObKinky: I don't need to say more, you disgusting perverts.
ObWhatTheHell: That's what being a nymphomaniac teenager is for.
ObCatholic: If I still was, I'd be going to hell, to hell, to hell .
. . <singing merrily>
What's with this heaven hell thing?
As far as I can see, heaven involves a lot of chastity, singing the
praises of God, and blowing trumpets. (Probably giving His Divinity
rimjobs, too, for all I know)
Hell seems to involve depravity. Where do I belong?
ObSmite: I haven't been struck with lightning as I typed this,
although my right hand cramped.
Jessica Lavarnway
j...@lavarnway.mv.com
http://www.mv.com/ipusers/lavarnway/jal/
He is YOUR god, they are YOUR rules, YOU burn in hell.
robn...@my-deja.com
<re school massacres>
>And they wonder why these kids go apeshit? They wonder why these kids
>snap, and they can't find the reasons.
>
>I can tell you the reasons: the kids were fed up with this shit. They
>were sick and tired of being picked on and teased and tortured by the
>people they were FORCED to be in the same rooms with day, after day,
>after day. Imagine some nightmare scenario where everyone in a room
>hated you and tormented you because you were A) weird looking, or B)
>smarter than everyone else or C) fat, or D) wore glasses, and you were
>forced to confront these people 5 out of every 7 days for 12 years.
Hear fucking hear! Cheer the little buggers on, I say. About fuckin' time we
had some revenge of the nerds goin' on here.
>I wish that someone was there to tell these potential apeshitters that
>there is though, a better revenge than blowing these people away.
>
>I go back to my home town to visit the parentage on a regular basis,
>and there I see the people I was tortured by in school: the fat
>checker at the supermarket, the white trash mother with 6 kids in the
>grocery store, the guy working behind the counter at the gas station,
<snip>
>the scene, and have cut off all of my life from success. Also, by
>letting these vapid cretins live, I have given them far more hardship
>than killing them ever would have.
>
>They have to grow old with themselves. They are losers and white trash
>and in dead end jobs. Good thing I didn't kill them.
Yup. The thing that amazed me the most was how many of my former tormentors
wanted to suck up to me after I won a shitload of money on a game show a few
years back. Fuckers. In-fucking-credible losers.
>
>Almost.
>
>I would have loved to make at least one of them beg for their lives.
>
>just a little.
Yeah, I can relate. I got a gun (I was into target rifle shooting with my Scout
troop) when I was in grade 11. By that time, the different dynamics of high
school (everyone with a different timetable, vs. grades 1-9 when you're stuck
with the same losers all fucking day long) meant I wasn't feeling as tormented
and as angry. But if I'd had that gun in grade 9 or earlier.... (It was only a
.22 standard rifle, bolt-action, no magazine, but I got pretty good at reloading
that fucker pretty quickly....)
ObGameShowStuff: http://www.spe.sony.com/tv/shows/jeopardy/clue_crew/index.htm
Aside from just asking y'all to wish me luck, I wonder how easy it would be to
work the concepts of 'clue bat' and 'clue desk' into the clips. "Hey, it's
Nanook here at the clue desk again. This country is home to the world's deepest
lake." "Uhhh, what is Russia, Alex?"
ObT: Does anyone make a list of LA-area neighbourhoods, ranked by tastelessness?
Aemilia, any clues?
Robert
Ace Lightning
>Because I was fat. And smart. And wore glasses. All I ever wanted to
>do was sit and read my books. I had no problem whatsoever being a
>complete geek who stayed in the back of the class.
oh, gods.
i, too, was fat, smart, myopic, and bookish. on top of that, i knew
how to read already (self-taught) when i started kindergarten, so
they skipped me - i never went to the first grade at all, since it
was devoted entirely to beginning reading. so i was a year younger
than all the other kids in my grade, in addition to all my other
unacceptable weirdnesses. the *kindest* things the other kids in
grade school called me were "Martian" and "the walking, talking
dictionary". i didn't live far enough from the school to take the bus,
so i was spared *that* particular form of concentrated hell. but the
school environment was ghastly enough that i threw up by the side
of the road while walking to school, just about every day. for five
years.
by the time i got to sixth grade, i was utterly bored with the
schoolwork. i was, of course, being a pain in the ass to my
teachers, and i was called into the guidance counselor's office,
with the school pshrink present, about this. i told them in so
many words that i was bored, and wanted more challenging work
to do...
so they skipped me again. a third of the way into the school year.
into the *middle* of an experimental, advanced seventh-grade class
for bright kids. so then i was *TWO* years younger than everyone
else... a ten-year-old girl surrounded by kids just hitting puberty...
who had already formed their pubescent cliques without me.
every day after school, a gang of 12 and 13-year-old boys from my
class - all in their growth spurts, and a head taller than me -
would lie in wait for me just outside the schoolyard gates. some
of them would hold me so i couldn't get away, while others would
pull my hair, mess up my glasses, smear my clothes with dirt, and
pummel me with their fists in places that wouldn't show bruises.
(they didn't even think of me as enough of a sexual being to
attempt to grope or otherwise molest me. i suppose i ought to have
been grateful for that.) since the attacks didn't take place on
school property, there was nothing "the authorities" could do. and
since there were never any adult witnesses, when i tried to report
these incidents - to my parents, to other adults, to the school -
they didn't believe me. "Why would a bunch of big boys like that
beat up a little girl? Stop making up lies!" this went on until
the weather got cold and their mothers began picking them up and
driving them home from school.
there were no firearms in my white-bread suburb. i sometimes
used to fantasize about being able to swing a six-foot-long
two-handed broadsword in a big circle around me... but i
knew i probably wouldn't even be able to *lift* the damn thing
in real life. i wished for enough psychic power to blast their
sadistic little brains, but i only managed that once, with one
person, and it hurt me almost as much as it hurt him. so mostly
i just endured...
obviously i had no social life - never invited to school dances,
no boyfriends or dates, no prom. by high school, i had two or
three "friends", boys who were on the AV squad and thought of me
as "one of the guys". however, i couldn't join the AV squad
myself, because this was 1962 and girls were *FORBIDDEN* to be
on the AV squad.
>But I had no knowledge of weapons or access to any. Therefore I sucked
>it up, and by my sophomore year in high school, I discovered the
>stoners, found drugs, and found acceptance.
fortunately, in my sophomore year at college, the whole "hippie"
thing happened (world-wide), and suddenly it became a social
*ASSET* to be weird...
i don't know what happened to any of the kids i grew up with; i
never looked back. oh, yeah, one of the guys from the AV squad
is an author - he writes books about the stock market. big whoop.
aemilia, and ginny, and lenore... i never knew this sort of
thing happened to other young women besides me...
sisters, maybe it's time for some revenge?
fungus
>
> aemilia wrote:
> >Because I was fat. And smart. And wore glasses.
>
> how to read already (self-taught) when i started kindergarten, so
> they skipped me
Me too.
Most of my earliest memories are of my early schooldays
(I really don't recall more than a couple of incidents)
before that age. I remember that when the teacher figured
out I could read she just stuck me in the little library
in the corner of the room and left me to get on with it.
I remember that I just couldn't get the hang of "playing"
with the other boys, whose only game seemed to be running
around and pretending to kill each other. I'd have preferred
to hang around with the girls, but that was unthinkable.
I remember the one time that I did it the teacher pointed
it out to the rest of the class so they could snigger.
At the age of ten I went to secondary school and that
was a big shock to me. Up until then my school had
been in a pretty good area, now we were mixed in with
the low life, people who couldn't say a single sentence
without a "fuck" in it, and whose greatest pleasure in
life was to push people like me around.
I was an intellectual. I remember deliberately
doing badly in exams so I didn't appear too
geeky. Once I even got in trouble for getting
perfect scores (the teachers thought I must
have cheated or something).
Eventually I just learned to live with the bullying,
I don't think I was at the bottom of the pile as far
as things went but I wasn't far from it. I ignored
them, I turned the other cheek. It helped that I could
see where the bullies were headed - to a life of
drink, violence and state housing. I remember one
day, after I left school, I saw one of the worst of
them sitting on a street corner sniffing a bag of
glue and it made me feel a whole lot better (I
imagine he's dead by now, or in prison at the very
least).
My worst nightmare would be prison. It would be school
all over again, but ten times worse, and at night they
lock you in a small room with these people. I have
phases where I read loads of "life in prison" books
even though they depress me terribly.
Things have worked out pretty good for me. I'm
never out of work for long (though I've never had
a job interview in my life). For the last ten years
I've worked from home, I set my own hours and decide
who I want to work for. I always earn far more money
than I ever spend (I'm not even slightly materialistic
and all the things I enjoy most are dirt cheap).
School was a long time ago, the full horror has
faded with the years, but there's still one or two
faces/incidents which are with me. I don't think I
ever fantasized about firearms/explosions but then
again I'm not American.
I understand perfectly the shootings which are taking
place (anybody who doesn't is a cretin) and personally
I hope there's a *lot* more of them. Maybe then they
might realize that the solution isn't to put metal
detectors on all the school doors, but to separate the
kids from each other. My ideal solution is to have two
schools, one where discipline is strictly enforced
(the slightest violent act gets you kicked out forever),
teachers are competent and kids are given challenging
stuff to work on and sports are a voluntary after-school
activity. The other school will try to teach the basic
stuff like reading and writing and the kids can play ball
most of the time if that's what they want to do. The really
clever art of my plan is to allow the kids themselves to
decide which school they want to go to (unless they
get kicked out of the geek school).
I wish we could crosspost this thread somewhere worthwhile,
but I havn't got much faith in Usenet as a political tool
and I don't think the mainstream media is interested in
the truth.
--
<\___/>
/ O O \
\_____/ FTB.
Rune Kristian Viken
Ace Lightning <acelig...@monmouth.com> wrote:
> aemilia, and ginny, and lenore... i never knew this sort of
> thing happened to other young women besides me...
> sisters, maybe it's time for some revenge?
Don't you dare make this into something just girls has experienced. Its
time for every single geek on this planet to get some revenge, and that
includes the male geeks.
Personally I'll just continue to laugh at the american problem with
'school shooters' until the idiots over there realize that they need
to do something about their jock culture - and drop the idiotic chase
after "disturbed kids".
OhBTW; You should search www.slashdot.org for Jon Katz "Voices from
Hellmouth" articles. They are excellent. Also, read the comments
attached at the bottom of them.
--
"Rune Kristian Viken" <run...@termvakt.uio.no> <arc...@kvinesdal.com>
MNF-termvakt (kje/fys), arcade@irc, homepage: http://arcade.kvinesdal.com/
robn...@my-deja.com
>My personal favorite had to be MY seventh-grade history teacher.
>
>Somehow art came into the lecture. She pointed out a picture of
>"American Gothic" and said that it was painted by . . . does anyone in
>the class know who it is?
>The history teach told me, "You are wrong. It was painted by Andy
>Warhol."
The sheer number of ignorant fucks who somehow manage to pull a B.Ed. out of
their arses continues to amaze me. Of course, as long as we keep paying
teachers less than engineers and only slightly more than school janitors, we're
going to keep getting idiots getting B.Ed.s while the really smart ones go
elsewhere.
Wouldn't be so bad if they were willing to be corrected, but great Glub on a
pogo stick, no-o-o-o-o, they can't be seen to have their authority questioned.
I could easily pick the OK teachers from the asshole teachers by how they
handled it when I corrected them (which, regrettably, was often). Some of them
were OK; "Hey, you're right, thanks, now, where was I...?" But they were
regrettably few and far between.
>What's with this heaven hell thing?
>
>As far as I can see, heaven involves a lot of chastity, singing the
>praises of God, and blowing trumpets. (Probably giving His Divinity
>rimjobs, too, for all I know)
>
>Hell seems to involve depravity. Where do I belong?
Naaahhh, everyone's got it all wrong. Heaven is fucking forever in a loving
marriage. Hell (what most people would call hell) is being somewhere where you
can fuck forever or do whatever you want, but then realise after an aeon or two
that it's not all its cracked up to be*, and then you start to wish you were up
in heaven learning how to create planets and smite things and stuff like that
there.
* ObTwilightZoneReference: "A Nice Place to Visit", sometimes also called "The
Other Place". See
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/6305909520/ref=ase_googothetwilizon/107-1304080-1716535.
ObHeavenAndHellJoke: This trombonist dies, and sees Peter. Peter tells him
"Well, I'll let you choose; you wanna go to heaven, or hell?" The trombonist
says "Can I check them out?" Peter says "Sure". Heaven's pretty boring, just
people floating on clouds, playing harps, eating pomegranates. But Hell...Hell
has all sorts of things happening, including -- right in the middle of it all --
the most happening big band, playing the hottest jazz this trombonist has ever
heard. They all look a little bored and heavy-lidded, but this guy figures he
can liven things up a bit. "Hey, I wanna stay here, but only if I can play in
the band!" Peter says "Sure, here's your horn, go wild." Trombonist sits in,
starts playing from the chart on the stand of the guy next to him, reaches the
DS**, goes back to the sign, starts looking for the coda, doesn't find it,
reaches the DS, goes back to the sign, .... After this goes on for a while, he
leans over to the guy next to him and says "Hey, man, where's the coda?" The
guy turns back and, through his heavy-lidded stare, says "There is, no, coda."
** Anyone who doesn't know the concept of 'Dal segno al coda', or who can't be
bothered to look it up, is too stupid to belong here.
Robert
Ace Lightning
>>aemilia, and ginny, and lenore... i never knew this sort of
>>thing happened to other young women besides me...
>>sisters, maybe it's time for some revenge?
>Don't you dare make this into something just girls has experienced. Its
>time for every single geek on this planet to get some revenge, and that
>includes the male geeks.
i never meant to imply that only girls went through this kind
of hell - on the contrary, i didn't know (at least, i didn't
know *then*) that it had ever happened to any girl except me.
the latest school shooting incident here in the US involves
a girl shooting another girl. unfortunately, the victim is
expected to recover...
Rune Kristian Viken
> My ideal solution is to have two schools, one where discipline is
> strictly enforced (the slightest violent act gets you kicked out
> forever), teachers are competent and kids are given challenging
> stuff to work on and sports are a voluntary after-school activity.
> The other school will try to teach the basic stuff like reading
> and writing and the kids can play ball most of the time if that's
> what they want to do. The really clever art of my plan is to
> allow the kids themselves to decide which school they want to go to
> (unless they get kicked out of the geek school).
Won't work.
"The slightest violent act will get you kicked out forever" is not a
good solution. Everybody will snap from time to time. Bullying is
not only physical.
Unkind and evil remarks every day, week after week, month after month
will get smart kids to snap. And then to send'em off to the jock-school?
No way.
What is needed is not seperate schools, but to let kids take MORE
tests in all different courses. When they pass test, they get onto
more advanced stuff immediately. Teachers make and hand out tests to
the kids when the kids _want to be tested_, not at assigned dates or
days.
The point is to make sure not to _bore_ any of the kids. They should
be able to pick what they want to spend time doing, from all sorts of
stuff.
The idea of _classes_ should be abandoned once and for all. The kids
should learn with basis in what they already know. They should
cooperate with people on their level, not with people necessarily on
their _age_.
Blah, i could rant on forever. The basic point is that splitting
things into two schools, and throwing out people because of violence
is a Very Bad Way To Go.
Bill
> School was a long time ago, the full horror has
> faded with the years, but there's still one or two
> faces/incidents which are with me. I don't think I
> ever fantasized about firearms/explosions but then
> again I'm not American.
It was a long time ago! When I was in high school, every single guy
there
hunted and owned guns. I can remember guns being brought to school
for comparison. It was never a big deal. I remember carrying three hand
guns to school one day, kind of show and tell. WWII armament.
I was the guy that lived in the pool room and came to school with a
cigarette
in my mouth and the greaser look. My high school career took a major
turn
early in my freshman year when two senior girls took a fancy to playing
with
me. I was seen with a hand under the skirt of one of the hottest girls
in school
and from that time on I was the kuelest guy in town. My fortunes turned
the
other way also because of a couple of girls in my senior year. I threw a
used
condom out the open window, pulled my pants on and drove to the drive in
restaurant to hang out. A couple of friends of the girl I was dating
came over
to talk to her and much to everyone's surprise there was a used condom
hanging
on the door handle. I don't think a single girl in the class spoke to me
the rest
of the year.
Breakfast that year was always a pack of cheese crackers and a beer
purchased
at the pool room before school started. I had an old Harley that was held
together
by a lot of wire and tape and could be heard all over town. If I still
had the bike,
I would probably shoot it. I managed to break out four front teeth and
get a lot
of road rash with it.
Frank
> massacreee if you're Arlo Guthrie), I begin to think about how I would
> have reacted if I were in the same situation.
>
>
> They have to grow old with themselves. They are losers and white trash
> and in dead end jobs. Good thing I didn't kill them.
>
> Almost.
>
> I would have loved to make at least one of them beg for their lives.
>
> just a little.
Unfortunately I doubt this would be true in real life miss Aemilia! Many of
those jock bastards doing the teasing would grow into well-to-do bastards,
while the feckless losers being tormented grow into the miserable flotsom
and jetsom of society. Life is just not meant to be fair. Little Andy
understood that and decided to do something about that. Unfortunately he
couldn't quite take the final step and blow his own brains out, only
confirming that he is a complete loser. He will now have to spend many years
in a place where his small stature will condemn him to a new level of pain
of torment.
ObT: Just saw a picture of Michael Jackson. He now has the same nose as that
Mason Verger character from the movie Hannibal. This is a salutory lesson on
the limits of modern plastic surgery.
Ace Lightning
>>the *kindest* things the other kids in
>>grade school called me were "Martian" and "the walking, talking
>>dictionary".
>I remember, among less flattering names, being called "Encyclopedia"
>and the "Walking Dictionary". It never occurred to me to be less than
>flattered -- I'd rather be known for my brains than "fit in" with that
>bunch of idiotic losers.
me too!
i didn't understand why they thought that being smart was
something *bad* - smart is so obviously better than stupid!
(they were too stupid to realize this?)
>>obviously i had no social life - never invited to school dances,
>>no boyfriends or dates, no prom. by high school, i had two or
>>three "friends", boys who were on the AV squad and thought of me
>>as "one of the guys". however, i couldn't join the AV squad
>>myself, because this was 1962 and girls were *FORBIDDEN* to be
>>on the AV squad.
>AV squad?
Audio-Visual. the guys who set up the projectors when a teacher
wanted to show slides or movies in class. in my high school,
they also ran the sound, lights, and projectors in the school
auditorium/theater. in some schools, referred to as the Tech
Squad. in other words, geeks.
><personally found her niche by:
>a) impressing the living hell out of all the guys in the compsci lab;
>the upside of being the daughter of a software engineer
when i was that age, a "computer" was still a large room full
of vacuum tubes. somehow routinely doing better than the
guys in all my science classes didn't impress them very much.
>and
>b) dating losers. Who cares? They were pathetic, but I got my deep
>dickings, so I didn't really give a flying fuck.
again... different times, different ways. high school kids
actually *didn't fuck*, for the most part. there wsa one girl
who was known to "put out" - a good Catholic girl who was
either too dumb or too poor to go the local parochial school
with the rest of the good Catholics. she "had her appendix out"
two or three times...
>>aemilia, and ginny, and lenore... i never knew this sort of
>>thing happened to other young women besides me...
>What sort of women WOULD become a.t.'ers, then?
frankly, i was surprised to find as many women here as i have
found.
>ObT: I woke up with reddish/brownish fingers this morning.
>My asshole was clean.
>I'm not on the rag.
>SOMETHING happened. I'm not sure what. Either I finger-fucked myself
>in the ass last night, or . . .
>I really have no idea.
you might have scratched a bug bite or a zit that bled a little.
Paul F. Smith
a gun into the school and capped some ol' boy. Believe they said he was
aerated in the shoulder or sumpthin but not dead.
Wonder if she looked anything like Aemelia?
pf
"Bill" <bill....@erols.com> wrote in message
news:3AA70EE1...@erols.com...
Jamie Debra Weisman
On Wed, 7 Mar 2001, aemilia wrote:
>
> ... by letting these vapid cretins live, I have given them far more
> hardship than killing them ever would have.
>
> They have to grow old with themselves. They are losers and white trash
> and in dead end jobs. Good thing I didn't kill them.
>
Aemelia honey - sadly, that just isn't the way this glub-forsaken world
works. Having grown up just like you - weird, geeky, smart, alienated &
consumed by violent fantasies of revenge (the only difference is that I
was skinny), I can tell you that the "normals", not having been
emotionally warped all through their formative years, simply are not
swimming in the same murky miasma of memories & trauma that you and I are.
They don't care. Think of all those talk shows where some skinny model
confronts the bully who tormented her when she was fat & ugly - what does
it do? Nothing, the person who was picked on simply stirs up all those
awful feelings again & the bully shrugs his/her shoulders and says
"Whatever, yer still a fucking geek for even thing about all this old
crap."
It would be nice to think that others now spend lots of time regretting
how they treated you or at least recognizing the futility of their own
lives, but I think it just ain't so. The only way to truly make an
impression on those who picked on you would be to either become super
successful in some field that they'll recognize as worthwhile (i.e. a
millionaire, a movie star, rock star, pro wrestling commentator, etc.) or
else get out yer guns. Anything else is simply deluding yourself.
But hey, *I* still love you.
Victor
(a potential apeshit avoided only because I had no access to guns in
high school)
"Grant me the serenity for what I cannot change
The courage to change that which I can
And the wisdom to hide the bodies of people I kill"
- Richard Ramirez, (The Night Stalker)
Duncan Davidson
----- ...
> "aemilia" <aemilia...@yahoo.com>
> Wrote
> "Subject: Thoughts about high school shootings...
>
>
> > I hear people all around me talking about how sick and demented and
> > pathetic these kids are who take to the gun and blow the heads off of
> > their classmates, and how they should never have existed in the first
> > place. I don't feel that way. I feel empathy. I understand.
> >
> > Watching the TV on Monday and seeing these classmates (who all seemed
> > to be rather literate and well read, which was shocking) who were, one
> > after another, quoted as saying "He was weird, all the kids made fun
> > of him."
> >
> > "All the kids made fun of him."
> >
> > And they wonder why these kids go apeshit? They wonder why these kids
> > snap, and they can't find the reasons."
> >
> The truly taste less thing about this is, This forum, the refuge for the
> lowest forms of scum and villainy on the internet can see what the media
and
> schools cannot that the verbal and physical abuses from the rest of the
> school are responsible for the apeshit behavior. I live near Columbine and
> the Media when the school team won some State championship gushing about
how
> at last some healing has begun made me spew my guts. The ignorant self
> absorbed egomaniacs never ever ------- get it. The poor kid going
> apeshit, is the one who has my sympathy the little shits that drove him
or
> her over the edge need a close encounter with a cattle prod to the
genitals
> and surrounding regions for a year or two to get a clue as to what they
put
> that kid thru .
>
> The Lurker at the Threshold
>
>
Nanook of the North
j...@lavarnway.mv.com (Jessica Lavarnway) banged head against
the keyboard thusly:
>Ace said:
>> the *kindest* things the other kids in
>>grade school called me were "Martian" and "the walking, talking
>>dictionary".
>
>I remember, among less flattering names, being called "Encyclopedia"
>and the "Walking Dictionary". It never occurred to me to be less than
>flattered -- I'd rather be known for my brains than "fit in" with that
>bunch of idiotic losers.
>
names not been administered simultaneously with kicks to the
nads and other such displays of esteem.
>>three "friends", boys who were on the AV squad and thought of me
>>as "one of the guys". however, i couldn't join the AV squad
>>myself, because this was 1962 and girls were *FORBIDDEN* to be
>>on the AV squad.
>AV squad?
Presumably audio-visual squad, i.e. the geeks who knew how
to run 16mm film projectors et al. Viz. the Foxtrot comic
strip from three or four weeks ago.
ObT: No fucking idea.
Robert
--
From the messy desk of RobNorth 62°27'N 114°22'W (give or take)
'This is not a war, it is a comic opera with an occasional death.'
- Georges Kopp, quoted by George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia
aemilia
<acelig...@monmouth.com> wrote:
>aemilia, and ginny, and lenore... i never knew this sort of
>thing happened to other young women besides me...
>
>sisters, maybe it's time for some revenge?
Here HERE! Lets go kick some white trash bully ass!
Ginny, your post got canceled for some reason....I would like to read
it. Can you repost it or e-mail it to me? Thanks....
aemilia
aemilia
I should go out and look for that prick. Fucking Sports Coach/Social
Studies teacher.
I could tie him up in his house and slowly torture him....alligator
clamps (hooked up to a diehard car battery, of course) to the nipples,
penis and scrotum....slicking little cuts into various parts of his
flesh with a razor blade and pouring salt into the wounds....bending
him over and raping his tender starfish with a spiked baseball bat,
maybe then pissing on him....
sounds good to me.
aemilia
fungus
>
> Won't work.
>
Too idealistic I suppose.
> Unkind and evil remarks every day, week after week, month after month
> will get smart kids to snap. And then to send'em off to the jock-school?
> No way.
>
Unkind remarks every day, week after week, month after month
makes you a jock in my books. If somebody snaps you obviously
ask them "why?" before you send them off to jock school. Try
to figure out a reason.
> Blah, i could rant on forever. The basic point is that splitting
> things into two schools, and throwing out people because of violence
> is a Very Bad Way To Go.
>
The point is that the two groups shouldn't mix. Even if you
have special classes for geeks, the jocks will do their thing
at lunchtime, wait at the gates for their victims, or do whatever
they need to do to get their jollies. The only way to prevent
it is to have physical distance between the two.
ObT: Arguing the finer points of the education system on a.t.,
when what we really need is to make sure *everybody* in academia
is packing heat. The jocks would treat their firearms with
the same respect they treat everything else and in a month
or two it would be filthy, broken or lost. The geeks would
more likely treat theirs with care, keep it well oiled and
learn to point it accurately. A symbiotic relationship with
a deadly weapon would iron out most of the difficulties the
geeks face in classrooms.
"An armed society is a polite society" - Heinlein.
A.Lizard
<aemilia...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>On Wed, 7 Mar 2001 21:58:44 +0000 (UTC), cla...@acheron.cilia.org (Ed
>Clarke) wrote:
>
>>On Wed, 07 Mar 2001 16:37:09 GMT, aemilia <aemilia...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>>>They have to grow old with themselves. They are losers and white trash
>>>and in dead end jobs. Good thing I didn't kill them.
[snip]
>I could tie him up in his house and slowly torture him....alligator
>clamps (hooked up to a diehard car battery, of course) to the nipples,
>penis and scrotum...
I think you'd have more fun if you used the alligator clips to
provide a good ground and used a wand connected to the V+ to
elicit personalized responses.
>.slicking little cuts into various parts of his
>flesh with a razor blade and pouring salt into the wounds....bending
>him over and raping his tender starfish with a spiked baseball bat,
>maybe then pissing on him....
>
>sounds good to me.
[wank, wank, oh, I was posting, wasn't I?]
The bad news is that it might sound good to him, too. However,
since the odds are that it won't, have at him and make sure your
image, video, and sound files are available at some URL or other.
have fun,
A.Lizard
obT: Aemelia following through and dozens of us going back
through our hard drives and trying to make deals with google to
make sure certain posts have disappeared without trace
>aemilia
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A.Lizard
Lavarnway) wrote:
[snip]
>
>SOMETHING happened. I'm not sure what. Either I finger-fucked myself
>in the ass last night, or . . .
looks like a .sig to me...
A.Lizard
aemilia
>Unfortunately I doubt this would be true in real life miss Aemilia! Many of
>those jock bastards doing the teasing would grow into well-to-do bastards,
>while the feckless losers being tormented grow into the miserable flotsom
>and jetsom of society. Life is just not meant to be fair. Little Andy
>understood that and decided to do something about that. Unfortunately he
>couldn't quite take the final step and blow his own brains out, only
>confirming that he is a complete loser. He will now have to spend many years
>in a place where his small stature will condemn him to a new level of pain
>of torment.
I have to disagree with you....I think many of the good folks here in
AT who have responded with stories in kind are successful people who
are doing their own thing and grooving on it.
I see SO many of the people from my high school who picked on me who
are complete losers! They didn't have the intelligence to do anything
but beat me and other nerds in school to bloody pulps back then, and
obviously they didn't have enough intelligence to get anything but
dead end jobs and stay in our home town and raise vapid children.
I think that is the big point here is that us geeks have risen up to
rule the world! Look at Bill fucking Gates! He is the ultimate nerd!
He is now the richest man in America! Everything in this world is
computers. Who created and invented modern computers? NERDS!
Veni Vidi Vici, my friend.....
aemilia
Ace Lightning
>>aemilia, and ginny, and lenore... i never knew this sort of
>>thing happened to other young women besides me...
>>sisters, maybe it's time for some revenge?
>Here HERE! Lets go kick some white trash bully ass!
well, mine were more "whitebread suburban" bullies...
but the idea sounds just fine to me... if i knew (or
cared, really) where any of them are any more.
fungus
>
> I have to disagree with you....I think many of the good folks here in
> AT who have responded with stories in kind are successful people who
> are doing their own thing and grooving on it.
>
Yep. To me, happiness is being able to just do my own thing,
decide how and when I want to work (or not), etc. Luckily I'm
in a position to do exactly that. The only people who oppress
me these days are the tax people.
> I see SO many of the people from my high school who picked on me who
> are complete losers!
>
This is starting to turn into alt.whining.geeks, the only thing
missing is a coupl eof extra 'o's on the end of SO.
Be careful Aemilia, Herry might rise up and smite you again.
> I think that is the big point here is that us geeks have risen up to
> rule the world! Look at Bill fucking Gates! He is the ultimate nerd!
> He is now the richest man in America! Everything in this world is
> computers. Who created and invented modern computers? NERDS!
>
BG isn't a true nerd, he's just a nerd-wannabe. Millionaires don't
get picked on too badly at school and most of his rise to power has
been done through the manipulating of truenerds like Paul Allen.
ObT: AppleShit(TM). I've been eating a lot of apples this week
and I've noticed a new category of poo. Apple shits make a
crackling noise on the way out and have a little pocket of
gas behind them which goes "pfft" to propel them on their way.
chemwonk
<robn...@my-deja.com> wrote in message news:986gm...@drn.newsguy.com...
> In article <3aa6b0ef...@news.mv.net>, j...@lavarnway.mv.com says...
> >My personal favorite had to be MY seventh-grade history teacher.
> >
> >Somehow art came into the lecture. She pointed out a picture of
> >"American Gothic" and said that it was painted by . . . does anyone in
> >the class know who it is?
> <snip>
> >The history teach told me, "You are wrong. It was painted by Andy
> >Warhol."
>
> The sheer number of ignorant fucks who somehow manage to pull a B.Ed. out
of
> their arses continues to amaze me. Of course, as long as we keep paying
> teachers less than engineers and only slightly more than school janitors,
we're
> going to keep getting idiots getting B.Ed.s while the really smart ones go
> elsewhere.
>
of what they call the "teaching methods" courses. The basic premise is that
they will teach you how to teach. The theory is that if you know the method,
they can put you in front of any class with the teachers edition of the
textbook and you can fake your way through while actually imparting
knowledge to the young skulls full of mush. The down side? There is so
little time left for actual subject work after all of the bullshit teaching
theory courses that a fairly bright 10th grader with a passion for learning
often knows the subject matter better than the teacher.
And, Glub help us, Rob has it right. The teachers in training at my alma
mater had the lowest GPA *outside of their major* of any group in the
university. They all seemed to cart 3.5s in their teaching classes and 1.5s
in everything else. It was so common to have clueless washouts switch to
"teacher's college" that almost every other division had some lower level
class where it was said that "(Fill-in-the-course) has called another to the
teaching profession. We wont see them again. And, if you're lucky, neither
will your children."
__
Chemwonk
ObT: Going to school deep enough in the Bible belt that everyone understood
the subtext of "being called".
Crato
>>And they wonder why these kids go apeshit? They wonder why these kids
>>snap, and they can't find the reasons.
>
>a firearm handy.
<snip>
I found out quite early in life that a baseball bat is an exellent way to
train your tormentors to leave you the fuck alone.
In about the third grade there was a fine young fellow who liked to punch me
in the stomach whenever the teacher wasn't around. During play period I simply
waited until he was drinking from the water fountain and used a baseball bat
to drive his head down into the water fountain. He was lucky. He even got to
keep most of his teeth. Strangely enough, I never had any more problems with
any of my classmates. And the psychiatric tests I had to take afterwards were
at least moderately interesting....
Crato <a firm believer in the sucker punch>
Rune Kristian Viken
fungus <sp...@egg.chips.and.spam.com> wrote:
>> Unkind and evil remarks every day, week after week, month after month
>> will get smart kids to snap. And then to send'em off to the jock-school?
>> No way.
> Unkind remarks every day, week after week, month after month
> makes you a jock in my books. If somebody snaps you obviously
> ask them "why?" before you send them off to jock school. Try
> to figure out a reason.
Oh, but thats the way it works today before people get expelled.
Drop the entire "throw them away if they fuck up" thing. Have courses
with different subjects, and let people choose what they are interested
in. Also, let them progress with the pace they want to.
If they lose interest, then let them rechoose. Don't force kids to do
things they think are boring for day after day, week after week. That
is a _certain_ way of making them 'make noise' and start doing 'other
things' (for example bullying).
>> Blah, i could rant on forever. The basic point is that splitting
>> things into two schools, and throwing out people because of violence
>> is a Very Bad Way To Go.
> The point is that the two groups shouldn't mix. Even if you
> have special classes for geeks, the jocks will do their thing
> at lunchtime, wait at the gates for their victims, or do whatever
> they need to do to get their jollies. The only way to prevent
> it is to have physical distance between the two.
Why is that? I remember when I went from 4th to 6th grade in Norway.
During the 'main break' people had the oportunity to stay inside, and
play boardgames, chess, and lots of things. I spent my 'main breaks'
playing a variety of boardgames, or just reading. That was fun.
The jocks on their hand were mostly out playing football. (Socker,
whatever.. the "nice" european variant, not the "rugby-like" thingie
where they wear all sorts of padding).
> "An armed society is a polite society" - Heinlein.
In an armed society, I would have had the oportunity to _snap badly_.
(On the other hand, if everybody was armed, mayhaps people wouldn't
dare to be bad against eachother..)
Nurz Rachet
> aemilia wrote:
> >>aemilia, and ginny, and lenore... i never knew this sort of
> >>thing happened to other young women besides me...
> >>sisters, maybe it's time for some revenge?
> >Here HERE! Lets go kick some white trash bully ass!
Saw some little chickie on t.v. this morning from a <drum roll> Catholic
School who took heat to school and went looking for those adolescent
fucks who harassed the shit out of her day after day. Thinking back to
my high school days, the only heat I packed was in my twat.
> well, mine were more "whitebread suburban" bullies...
> but the idea sounds just fine to me... if i knew (or
> cared, really) where any of them are any more.
Unfortunately, I've never run across anyone from school who I felt
wronged me. It would give me great pleasure if they came in for surgery
because I'd make sure they knew exactly who I was and that I was the one
holding the drugs that were going to render them unconscious...and the
drugs that were going to make them wake back up again. Kinda puts a
whole new perspective on things, dunnit?
Nurzy
Lenore Levine
>On Wed, 07 Mar 2001 22:21:58 GMT, Ace Lightning
><acelig...@monmouth.com> wrote:
>>aemilia, and ginny, and lenore... i never knew this sort of
>>thing happened to other young women besides me...
>>
>>sisters, maybe it's time for some revenge?
>Here HERE! Lets go kick some white trash bully ass!
I have an even better suggestion, one that's deliciously evil, and
not even against the law, either. That is, every now and then you'll
get someone in tasteless who tries to claim status based on their
social rank in real life. You know the sort -- they throw in veiled
allusions to their looks and wealth; their sheer, utter, coolness
-- along with a generous helping of sorority-girl cattiness about the
lack of these qualities in others.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, these people are your lawful prey. We
can't actually torture them by rack and thumbscrew, but the ASCII
character set isn't such a bad weapon, either. Just make sure you
only give your clients what they're really and truly begging for. How-
ever, there isn't any shortage of assholes in this world; and sooner
or later, one of them will wander in here.
ObT: When I was younger, I told one guy who was taking acid that he was
a giant cockroach, and the poor fellow believed me. Sheesh, the terrible
things people do in their youth. Heh, I mean sheesh...
Lenore Levine
--
"...getting doused with cold water generally makes what lives in boxer
shorts get much smaller, whereas what lives in T-shirts gets bigger.
That may be why we don't have wet underpants contests."
-- Catharine Honeyman
The Asshole
> I remember the day that I finally snapped. Fortunately, I didn't have
> a firearm handy.
>
It was in eighth grade that I did my little snappage.
There was this twat who was absolutely vapid, went out with a popular
guy, and dumb as a post. She was so stupid, that when we were
practicing for our eighth grade play, she turned her line of Rousing
Charge into a question by lilting at the end, and couldn't get it right
after 3 weeks of people trying to help her.
Well, this bitch was only one of many who made my life hell, but she had
a particularly annoying habit: When she sat behind me, she would put
her feet on the rungs of my chair, and rock. After months of asking her
not to do this, and being ignored, one day I snapped: I took my pencil,
held it in my hand like you would a dagger in a bad horror film, and
brought it down behind me (in her general direction) as hard as I
could. Stabbed her right in the leg. All the teachers were
understanding because I'd been the target of people like her all year.
I got a stern talking-to, and she did as well. She never did it again,
and people eased up on me afterwards....
The Asshole
ObT: Well, the bleeding asshole bit finally went away. I figured out
what it was about 2 days later, when I was showering, and found a tender
bulge right on my anus. I believe that I have just recovered from my
first external hemorrhoid. WTF? I don't play with my asshole, and I
don't generally pass large shits, so why would I suddenly get a
hemorrhoid?
The Asshole
currently a Fundie based religious curriculum. However, when I finally
got on it, I was able to do 3 years of HS in 2, due to the fact that you
can go as fast as you are able. You don't work in classes, you work
individually, check your own work, and are tested when you finish a
chunk of material (works out to 12 chunks (or PACE's) a year).
Excellent teaching method. The slow kids aren't behind, generally,
since they can keep pounding at a subject until they understand it, and
the fast kids can go nuts. I calculate, based on how well I did in 3rd
& 4th grades on this system, and again in 10th, 11th, that if I'd been
on it from 1st grade on, I would have been DONE with school by the end
of 8th or ninth easily. Great system. The only classes we had together
were electives, where group participation is necessary: Choir, Gym,
Speech, Drama, Yearbook, that sort of thing.
The Asshole
ObT: If the entire country *did* go to this system, KEEPING the fundie
religious outlook scattered through the material. :)
drd...@hotmail.com
I don't know what the big deal about high school popularity and lack thereof is.
As just another cog in the massive, creaking, poorly-oiled machination that is
public education, I truly couldn't have given a fuck less about what the teeming
throng of pizza faces thought about me. I was weird, smart and silent. As I
approached school in the morning, I put myself on mental auto-pilot and stayed
that way for much of the state-mandated seven hours of bullshit that I had to
slog through. I would only rouse myself from the daydream of sodomizing the
cheerleading squad to death in the event that something truly intrusive
disturbed me. I would come around for just long enough to recognize the
nuisance, formulate a suitable response and execute it. Then, it was back to
autopilot. Once, as I was wolfing down lunch, one of the local negroid,
football-running thoroughbreds decided to steal one of my tater tots. This was
irritating en extremis, but it was not justification enough to hit the pause
button on my internal snuff porn. Not until the drooling fuckwit decided to have
a go at tot #2. With a sigh, I took a break from the truly entertaining scenario
I had running, reversed my grip on my fork and stabbed the bastard in the back
of the hand as hard as I could. Twice, for good measure. Then, as Jethro was
howling in pain and examining the eight little punctures I had just bestowed
upon him, I gave him my best blank, psychotic stare and went back to scooping up
the rest of my meal with my impromtu weaponry. There was the typical afroid
bluster from the other side of the table, but by that time, I had already
returned to autopilot.
That was one of the rare occaisions that I was fucked with in school. Most
people knew that it was in their best interests to just leave me the fuck alone
and that as long as they did so, I was completely harmless. If you go out and
whack your classmates because they made fun of you, then that marks you as an
idiot who truly deserves to become Big Bubba's Maximum Security Fucktoy for the
rest of your miserable existence.
You're even more of an idiot if you only kill two and wing 13.... Jesus Christ
on a buttplug, learn to fucking shoot!
Doc
" Live and let live, that's what I say. Live and let live.
And if somebody doesn't agree with that, take him out back
and shoot the motherfucker." George Carlin
robn...@my-deja.com
<re: dickhead teacher>
>I could tie him up in his house and slowly torture him....alligator
>clamps (hooked up to a diehard car battery, of course) to the nipples,
>penis and scrotum....slicking little cuts into various parts of his
>flesh with a razor blade and pouring salt into the wounds....bending
>him over and raping his tender starfish with a spiked baseball bat,
>maybe then pissing on him....
Ya know, I remember being in Utah a decade or so ago, and reading a newspaper
account of a murder trial in which a Diehard (same brand!) and jumper cables and
the victim's nipples figured prominently. I have a sneaking suspicion that if
anyone were to rate murders by their sadistic potential (simple gunshot to the
head is a 0, rape followed by strangling is 5, your tasty description above is a
10), Utah would end up with the highest average sadism-per-murder ratio. If it
isn't jumper cables, it's making your victims drink Drano, or whatever.
Aemilia, I think you should get a criminology degree and use this for a master's
thesis. It might just be cathartic for you. %-) Either that, or the research
will give you some *great* ideas.
Of course, if you need an external group of experts to help you assign credible
scores to the murders researched, you know where to come.
ObT: Thinking, apropos of that last line, that any female a.t.'er who decides
that she needs a good fuck also knows where to come, in both senses of the
word....
Robert
robn...@my-deja.com
>The unfortunate trend over the last 20 - 30 years has been the development
>of what they call the "teaching methods" courses. The basic premise is that
>they will teach you how to teach. The theory is that if you know the method,
>they can put you in front of any class with the teachers edition of the
>textbook and you can fake your way through while actually imparting
>knowledge to the young skulls full of mush.
Incredible, isn't it? I have had math teachers who knew less math than I did.
I've had gym jocks attempt to teach me biology and fail miserably. It's
incredible. And the worst part is that I have to bite my tongue publicly about
it, 'cause guess where I work? In a department of education. I'm *surrounded*
by teachers! Some of 'em are OK, but some of 'em would scare the shit out of me
if they were teaching my kids.
>The down side? There is so
>little time left for actual subject work after all of the bullshit teaching
>theory courses that a fairly bright 10th grader with a passion for learning
>often knows the subject matter better than the teacher.
Luckily, there's a growing trend in Canadian universities. No longer can you
spend 4-5 years in the Faculty of Education, at least to teach secondary (grades
7-12). Nope, you gotta get a B.A. or a B.Sc. or a B.Mus. or whatever in an
appropriate discipline, and *then* go to the Ed. faculty for a year of 'teach
you how to teach' to get your B.Ed. And they tell you exactly what courses you
need. (For example, with my comp sci major and almost-double-math-major, I
could go get a B.Ed. and then teach high school math and computers; but I'd also
have to bulk up on number theory classes, a subject area I ignored during my
B.Sc. in favour of heavy calculus, algebra/linear algebra, and discrete math
[combinatorics, graph theory, etc.].) It'll be a while before graduates of
those programs replace all the gomers out there, though.
>And, Glub help us, Rob has it right. The teachers in training at my alma
>mater had the lowest GPA *outside of their major* of any group in the
>university. They all seemed to cart 3.5s in their teaching classes and 1.5s
>in everything else. It was so common to have clueless washouts switch to
>"teacher's college" that almost every other division had some lower level
>class where it was said that "(Fill-in-the-course) has called another to the
>teaching profession. We wont see them again. And, if you're lucky, neither
>will your children."
Someone who shared some school experiences with me (she wasn't beat up or
bullied, but was ostracised a lot) said "You know, the ones who go into teaching
are the ones who enjoyed school. They're the ones who fit in. They weren't too
stupid to be called 'retards', but they weren't as smart as us. They don't
understand how anyone could hate school, and when troubled kids or gifted kids
come along, they have no clue how to handle them. They teach the 50% in the
middle OK, but the 25% on either end scare them and confuse them." And you know
what? I think she's exactly right.
>ObT: Going to school deep enough in the Bible belt that everyone understood
>the subtext of "being called".
Glub help us all. At least the Catholic schools here have no such pretensions,
outside of the requirement to take 'religious studies' classes that at least
give you a good overview of what people believe in this world. Hell, the
biggest sluts always were at the Catholic high school, at least when I went to
school here in the 70's....
Robert
John William Kuthe
>You're even more of an idiot if you only kill two and wing 13.... Jesus Christ
>on a buttplug, learn to fucking shoot!
Well, this outgrowth of defective DNA only *had* a .22 cal. revolver,
so winging a few was pretty inevitable. I'm more amazed he actually
took 2 completely out with his daddy's pea shooter. Shoulda got a real
piece, and some hollowpoints, if ya wanna do the job right. High
explosives work admirably too, and provide much more spectacle for the
media.
--
John Kuthe, aka cec.wustl.edu@jwk1, St. Louis, Missouri | MWA Homepage: |
First Job of Government: Protect people from government.| www.rivers-end.org |
Second Job of Government: Protect people from each other.| /mwa/index.html |
It must *never* become the job of government to protect people from themselves!
A.Lizard
Viken) wrote:
>On Thu, 08 Mar 2001 06:49:22 GMT,
>fungus <sp...@egg.chips.and.spam.com> wrote:
>
>>> Unkind and evil remarks every day, week after week, month after month
>>> will get smart kids to snap. And then to send'em off to the jock-school?
>>> No way.
>> Unkind remarks every day, week after week, month after month
>> makes you a jock in my books. If somebody snaps you obviously
>> ask them "why?" before you send them off to jock school. Try
>> to figure out a reason.
>
>Oh, but thats the way it works today before people get expelled.
>
>Drop the entire "throw them away if they fuck up" thing. Have courses
>with different subjects, and let people choose what they are interested
>in. Also, let them progress with the pace they want to.
I think the best solution to this that's available within what's
possible is parental choice of schools paid for via the classic
voucher approach where governments paying for education give
parents an educational voucher which they turn in at the school
they want to send their sprogs.
Here's a draft for such a measure:
http://www.ecis.com/~alizard/voucher.html
Zero tasteless content and boring as hell. Unpopular with
traditional voucher enthusiasts because of the subtext: a school
produces educated students or we stop paying for it.
For those who haven't seen it, I think my Littleton page is still
in the .sig file... with the links to all the "Voices from the
Hellmouth" series except the most recent one to the collection of
Hellmouth comments.
Under this kind of law, bright kids can be sent to schools that
don't have "school traditions" and football teams and jocks and
tards can continue to go to any public schools that stay in
business, as "go to existing school if it decides to stay in
business" is one of the options.
As for what happened in the latest California voucher
initiative... Tim Draper discovered that VC experience doesn't
carry over into the traditional political arena and his lack of
experience in politics was something that couldn't be fixed even
by throwing shitloads of money at it.
[snip]
>> "An armed society is a polite society" - Heinlein.
>
>In an armed society, I would have had the oportunity to _snap badly_.
Certainly you would have. It's a self-correcting sort of problem.
>(On the other hand, if everybody was armed, mayhaps people wouldn't
>dare to be bad against eachother..)
That's why the US crime rate is *lower* in states with "must
issue" concealed carry, i.e. where any citizen who doesn't have a
felony conviction can go to the local police department and get a
permit to carry a handgun. For some reason, people don't apeshit
as much if they don't know how many people are likely to return
fire.
A.Lizard
obT: discussing a public policy problem rationally on
alt.tasteless
>--
>"Rune Kristian Viken" <run...@termvakt.uio.no> <arc...@kvinesdal.com>
>MNF-termvakt (kje/fys), arcade@irc, homepage: http://arcade.kvinesdal.com/
>
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Tina Marie
The Asshole <a__...@fuckyou.co.uk> wrote:
>Check out the ACE system. The only downside (for some) is that it is
>currently a Fundie based religious curriculum. However, when I finally
And it's very, very weak in math, especially at the high school level.
I did ACE for my entire school 'career' - graduated HS at 15.
It works very well for homeschoolers as well.
ObT: The cute little cartoon characters that taught Bible lessons
throughout the PACEs. I'd post a sample, but their website
(www.schooloftomorrow.com) is down.
Tina Marie
--
"You all want to know what I believe in? I'll tell you...I believe in
real butter on popcorn. I believe in long walks in the rain...sad songs
at midnight...boysenberry pie, total surrender to the Communists....and
long, warm, sloppy kisses.... --Opus, during his VP campaign
aemilia
>
>ObGameShowStuff: http://www.spe.sony.com/tv/shows/jeopardy/clue_crew/index.htm
>Aside from just asking y'all to wish me luck, I wonder how easy it would be to
>work the concepts of 'clue bat' and 'clue desk' into the clips. "Hey, it's
>Nanook here at the clue desk again. This country is home to the world's deepest
>lake." "Uhhh, what is Russia, Alex?"
>
>ObT: Does anyone make a list of LA-area neighbourhoods, ranked by tastelessness?
>Aemilia, any clues?
It depends on the tastelessness you seek....
if you want Wetbacks shooting each other in the street, try East LA.
Spearchuckers? Compton
Chinks & gooks? San Gabriel Valley, Koreatown
White Trash? Try Santa Clarita.
Want to see rows of homeless men and women urinating in the streets?
Skid Row, downtown.
Want to see silly rich twats driving haphazardly down the streets on
their cell phones and crashing their BMWs into telephone poles? Try
Beverly Hills.
Want to see old Kikes doing the same? Try Brentwood.
Want to see streets full of tattooed people banging on drums while
surrounded by vomiting winos? Try Venice.
Want to hear giant cargo ships roll in and out every night blaring
their horns while the stench of refineries overwhelms you? Try my good
old homestead of San Pedro. Mmmmm....love the smell of the stagnant
harbor, while listening to the echo of the gunshots through the night.
I have to go shower for work.....HTH!
aemilia
ObT: those cunts at Jeopardy haven't called me 2 YEARS in a row! I
pass the written test, kick ass in the faux game, and they don't call
me. CUNTS!
Chemwonk
>
> Incredible, isn't it? I have had math teachers who knew less math than I
did.
> I've had gym jocks attempt to teach me biology and fail miserably.
Brings to mind some of the winners I had in HS. There was the business math
teacher who publically admitted in the first class session that she was
unable to keep a checkbook balanced and "Didn't know why they had assigned
*her* to teach the class."
Another fave was the cute first-timer who was dumped on our freshman general
science class when the originally assigned teacher was offered an
administrative spot with gobs-o-cash. He was a twenty year vet of the system
and wrote his own fucking book for the class (looseleaf) that he updated
every summer. He knew his shit. He was a great teacher. They made him an
admin.
She was wet behind the ears. Fond of the cheerleading squad because she had
been one herself four years ago. And couldn't get the right answers on her
own quizzes. She became our teacher for 30 out of 36 weeks.
My one vivd memory of her class after all these years (it was 1974) was the
"dot" day. Leotard type tops were the fad. She, wanting to fit in with the
cheerleader crowd, bought at least one that I know of. One bright spring
day, she came walking in wearing this body hugging white leotard with purple
dots. How did we know it was a leotard? She also picked that day to wear
what must have been her thinnest pair of white pants. The effect on roomful
of horny 14 year old boys was impressive. One collective intake of breath
followed by absolute silence for a good 20 seconds while all of us tried to
burn the image into our retinas forever. When viewed from the back, or the
front for that matter, you could see this narrowing group of purple dots. It
went from 16 or 18 inches at the widest expanse of her hips to 2 or 3
fingerwidths as it disappeared into the shadow of her crotch. As my fellow
Brainiac Bob put it, "It looks like a fucking direction arrow! I wonder if
the dots spell anything in Braille? Will anyone bail me out if I try to read
them without asking first?"
ObWank: We guys knew the girls told her about the display. The outfit still
became part of her regular clothing rotation.
ObJaded: The first time was highly memorable. The second time was nice. The
third time had us wondering if she had anything more revealing that she
hadn't worn to class yet.
__
Chemwonk
Rune Kristian Viken
>> (On the other hand, if everybody was armed, mayhaps people wouldn't
>> dare to be bad against eachother..)
> That's why the US crime rate is *lower* in states with "must
> issue" concealed carry, i.e. where any citizen who doesn't have a
> felony conviction can go to the local police department and get a
> permit to carry a handgun. For some reason, people don't apeshit
> as much if they don't know how many people are likely to return
> fire.
You misunderstood.
Lots of those that go apeshit blasts their brains out afterwards, so
their own death isn't the issue.
The point is .. if everybody knows that "that man may carry a gun" -
then they don't dare to fuck around with you. And if nobody fucks
with you - you don't start to hate people so much. ;)
See my point?
Chris Blaise
Belton) wrote:
>I remember the day that I finally snapped.
8th grade seems to be a popular year for "snapping".
Some kid a year younger than me kept bugging me by calling me
a "nerd". Yeah I went to the computer lab every chance I got, but it
was the degrading way he said it that bugged the shit out of me.
"Nerrrrd!"
For a couple of weeks I tried to ignore it when I passed him
in the hall. But one day it was too much.
I twirled around and said, "I don't want you calling me that
again, ok?"
Somewhat surprised he said, "Sure."
I thanked him and started back on my way.
"Sure, you nerrrrd!"
That did it. I went back and punched him in the face.
We both got a talking to by the vice principal and he never
bothered me again. Of course I was embarassed that I was in tears and
crying like a baby.
Perhaps my biggest problem with the situation was my
confusion. Both this kid and I had been in Cub Scouts together. His
parents were even den leaders! I never considered him a true friend,
but at least a friendly aquiantence and sharing a minimal bond based
on Being Good People. Yet only a few years later, there he was being
a dick to me and essentially "betraying" the tenants of that small
bond. Guess it was the first time I figured out that people change
and that change isn't always pretty.
Which of course led into the later basic lesson in life,
specifically that People Suck.
Chris
Malaclypse the Younger
>
> The third time the ball hit my head, I stood up, turned around, and
> without saying a word I punched the kid right in the head. Hard. And
> then I just KEPT on punching him, over and over, until blood was
> flowing out of his nose and he was crying and finally someone grabbed
> my arm and told me to stop... No one ever punched me, gave me a
> wedgie, stole my books or called me a name again.
As I've posted elsewhere in this thread, teach your kids to fight early
and often. One "youthful indiscretion" can save years of later torment.
Mal-2
--
Stop dealing with people. Start manipulating them. It's your only hope
for a happy life. -- Citizen Ted
Orquesta Guayao Online http://www.geocities.com/orqguayao * ICQ:11401527
Malaclypse the Younger
>
> I was also fat, with glasses, and smart--and had a less-than-stellar
> home life, so I had nowhere to go--no safe harbor, no place to relax
> and feel like I belonged there.
>
> All I had, in fact, until I found druggie friends in high school (AKA
> the other outcasts of society), was books--which made me even smarter.
I was much like this, except excessively skinny (not fat), and when I
did finally find druggie friends it was in college, not HS. Home was
safe but rather stark -- we couldn't afford any of the cool stuff other
people seemed to have (which wouldn't have made me a very good druggie
either) so I read books and practiced whatever instruments I'd selected
for the time being.
Then one day in 6th grade, I deliberately decided to blindside one of
the biggest school shitheads. I got suspended, and he got dental work.
But I got fucked with a lot less -- not at all the rest of THAT year at
least.
When it started to pile back up again in junior high, I just repeated
the stunt, with much the same result, except that I managed NOT to get
suspended. By this time I wasn't getting picked on without fighting back
any more, so the school staff was USED to me defending myself. I managed
to pass off a blatantly aggressive act as a defensive one.
Among the students, I was developing a reputation for being somewhat
unstable (when it was all calculated), and by high school, I was only
getting trouble from the jock types if I'd somehow fucked up their
groove. Instead I had a new problem -- being in the middle of the social
totem pole, I was being attacked from below by those trying to do what I
had done.
Meanwhile, most of those I'd had to tangle with in the past had become
grudging allies. It's a face-saving move to leave someone alone "because
he's cool" rather than admitting "he just might find a way to hurt me".
Most importantly, I was getting pussy. Not from popular or pretty
chicks, but I was getting it nonetheless. And no matter how much the
unattached members of my clique hassled me about it, I could plainly
tell they would rather be in my position than theirs.
Moral of this story: fight early and often, it'll save you much trouble
later in life. And don't be afraid to bag a few plain-looking partners
on the way to the pretty ones.
> I was quite entertained at my 10th anniversary high school reunion to
> see all of the "cool" kids far fatter, fat dumber and far poorer than
> me, working on their second marriages and 5th kids.
I skipped mine. I couldn't deal with running into the former close
friend who'd run off and married MY chick. In retrospect, I should have
seen it coming. After all, he'd tried (and failed) to pull the same
stunt more than once previously. (I still don't understand why he always
wanted MY girlfriends.)
> The geeks? The retards? The ones that got beat on? What happened to
> them? Oh, let's see-- one's a psychotherapist; one owns his own
> business. One's a teacher.
My physics teacher was also a former student of our school... he was
STILL a geek, but he drove a cool car and had a pretty wife... and I
still suspect he was shagging a student on the side. It made the rest of
us believe that geekiness would not always be so painful. He even once
took all interested class members on a paintball expedition, where we
really COULD shoot all the people who had been pissing us off all those
years.
Then again, most people don't TAKE physics in high school unless they're
geeks.
Matt Olson
In article <8hncatsmo7315o7ea...@4ax.com>, aemilia wrote:
> I hear people all around me talking about how sick and demented and
> pathetic these kids are who take to the gun and blow the heads off of
> their classmates, and how they should never have existed in the first
> place. I don't feel that way. I feel empathy. I understand.
I'm torn between the two extremes. I empathize with the victims to a
certain degree: I was the school's recreational punching bag in elemen-
tary and junior high, and I have some idea what they went through. At
the same time, though, I didn't go apeshit, nor did any of the other
people at my schools who went through the same thing. Sure, I had the
usual "violent revenge" fantasies throughout my childhood, but I could
never quite get the "escape and live the rest of my life in peace" part
of the plan down. Sure, I hated the fucks who pinned me to the ground,
beat me up, and stole my stuff, but not enough to spend twenty to life
getting assraped by a handful of burly Indian Posse gang members in the
Edmonton Pen.
As you say later, the best revenge on the worthless, arrogant fucks who
made your life miserable in high school is to succeed at life, then
leave a big, condescending tip when they wash your car or bag your
groceries. If you really want to shoot something/one, IPSC silhouette
targets are cheaper than lawyers.
> "All the kids made fun of him."
>
> And they wonder why these kids go apeshit? They wonder why these kids
> snap, and they can't find the reasons.
Heh. Any Canuckians been reading the news? Short version: the local
cops caught an ex-student with a shotgun and a grudge at the Loonyversity
of Alberta yesterday... fifty meters from my apartment. He'd been
expelled over some vague cheating charge that the noozpapers won't go
into, and had apparently "been teased constantly" by his peers. Anyone
else see a pattern here?
Got a severe case of the shakes when I realized that my window -- and my
head -- was the backstop for a couple of the tactical team's MP5s.
I'm also kinda surprised that the cops managed to take the psycho down
before he opened fire. Generally speaking, Edmonchuk's cops can't catch
AIDS from a Thai hooker.
> I would have loved to make at least one of them beg for their lives.
>
> just a little.
ObRevenge: It's even better to make some of them beg for their grades.
I'm teaching an undergraduate lab this term, and the satisfaction of
knowing that I'm partially responsible for assigning the number that
decides whether they get a good job, a nice car, and a comfortable life
or spend the rest of their lives behind a drive-through window is not
to be believed.
Dear Glub, the satisfaction when the smirking cuntsop swaggered into the
lab, noticed who his TA was, and went pale as a goth on heroin. The
glee when he forces himself to be extra humble and polite, knowing as
well as I do that I can give him any grade I fucking well please, and
if it comes down to his word against mine, his profs are my drinking
buddies....
Not only is this a required course, but if you fail the labs, you fail
the course....
Yeah, I can be petty.
But it's so much *fun*!
Cheers,
Matt
--
All right, who jizzed on the blackboard?
-- Jason Estey
Roberta Hatch
<robn...@my-deja.com> wrote:
>The sheer number of ignorant fucks who somehow manage to pull a B.Ed.
>out of their arses continues to amaze me. Of course, as long as we
>keep paying teachers less than engineers and only slightly more than
>school janitors, we're going to keep getting idiots getting B.Ed.s
>while the really smart ones go elsewhere.
Every so often, I get in barroom discussions about schools
and the shit that goes on in them. When I was a little hooligan
in school, the teacher or principal was expected to deal with the
normal problems. For example, if you pissed a teacher off, it was
"Up against the wall motherfucker" and out came a 2 by 6 fashioned
into a paddle. For more serious shit, like pissing off the principal,
first came the paddle, then the call to the parents; and the parents
were expected to deal with the problem child too.
Not these days. Schools have become a babysitting service
for parents who could give a shit less about their little monsters.
If the kid fucks up, he's asked "please don't do that again" by
some goddamn school psychologist, every time he pulls the same
shit. If some kid picks on another, and the old run-of-mill school
yard fight starts, the cops are called, the kids dragged off to the
can and are then forced to show up for 'anger management' sessions.
Nope, kids are not allowed to settle 'stuff' in the time honored
tradition any more.
God help the teacher that decides to take a paddle to some
little fuckup. If the parents are called in, and they show any
inclination of showing the little shit The Light, the cops are
informed and they show up at the kid's house to check and see that
the kid is only being given a Time Out. I know someone that went
through that.
Only stupid people are willing to put up with that kind of crap.
You want good teachers? You want the kids to stop killing each
other in schools? Issue the teachers paddles and electric cattle prods,
and make sure the gym has several sets of boxing gloves ready. If
teachers don't have the proper attitude, can 'em and hire someone else
that does. Force the goddamn parents to accept proper responsibility for
their crotchfruit. Fire the school psychologists and anyone employeed
by the school that uses the words, "Time out, young man."
PossibleApeshit: We've moved from our geeky digs and into a 15-story
building with the paper-pushers, marketing fucks and other assorted
riffraff. I noticed that one poor fuck is surrounded by at least six
wimmen. I asked the sys admin if the wimmen synchronized. He thinks
they do and claims that he avoids *that* area. I'm not sure if it would
be better dealing with them all at once, or one at a time.
Bobbi
---
Roberta Hatch http://www.tamucc.edu/~whatley/pols2306/hatch.htm '65 Panhead
Dykes on Bikes, San Francisco, CA (This space for rent)
robn...@my-deja.com
>On 7 Mar 2001 13:28:05 -0800, robn...@my-deja.com wrote:
>>ObT: Does anyone make a list of LA-area neighbourhoods, ranked by tastelessness?
>>Aemilia, any clues?
>
>It depends on the tastelessness you seek....
>
>if you want Wetbacks shooting each other in the street, try East LA.
>Spearchuckers? Compton
>Chinks & gooks? San Gabriel Valley, Koreatown
>White Trash? Try Santa Clarita.
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. (If, by some bizarre twist of fate, I get
picked for some such thing, I'll know what neighbourhoods are good to live in,
and which ones are just good for driving through on boring evenings.)
>>ObGameShowStuff: http://www.spe.sony.com/tv/shows/jeopardy/clue_crew/index.htm
>>Aside from just asking y'all to wish me luck, I wonder how easy it would be to
>>work the concepts of 'clue bat' and 'clue desk' into the clips. "Hey, it's
>>Nanook here at the clue desk again. This country is home to the world's deepest
>>lake." "Uhhh, what is Russia, Alex?"
>>
>ObT: those cunts at Jeopardy haven't called me 2 YEARS in a row! I
>pass the written test, kick ass in the faux game, and they don't call
>me. CUNTS!
You live in greater LA. They have enough wannabe contestants from greater LA to
build a human bridge to Catalina. It helps a lot if you're from anywhere other
than southern California, the farther and/or weirder the better. (I got called
one *week* after my tryout; I wasn't even home from the vacation I built around
the trip yet. I think my hometown won the farther/weirder prize that year.)
Having weird hobbies etc. helps, too. On your application form, when it asks
for 'interesting things about you' or whatever, put something down that (a)
would make you sit up and take notice if you were half-bored on your couch at
home watching the show, and (b) isn't so tasteless that they'd never air it
(this is family TV, after all).
ObT: Always regretting that when Alex asked me if I'd ever seen a muskox in the
wild, I didn't reply "No, but they sure taste good!" Talk about a missed
opportunity....
Robert
Lenore Levine
>ObT: Always regretting that when Alex asked me if I'd ever seen a muskox in the
>wild, I didn't reply "No, but they sure taste good!" Talk about a missed
>opportunity....
Reminds me. They serve caribou at a local Italian (huh?) restaurant.
I tried some last night. Very good, a lot like venison.
And no, they didn't put Rudolph's big red nose on the plate.
Nanook of the North
lev...@math.uiuc.edu (Lenore Levine) banged head against the
keyboard thusly:
>robn...@my-deja.com writes:
>>ObT: Always regretting that when Alex asked me if I'd ever seen a muskox in the
>>wild, I didn't reply "No, but they sure taste good!" Talk about a missed
>>opportunity....
>
>Reminds me. They serve caribou at a local Italian (huh?) restaurant.
>I tried some last night. Very good, a lot like venison.
Caribou are, indeed, very yummy. I should be taking my
firearms test this weekend so's I can possess
father-in-law's rifle legally, so's I can drive out in a
week or two and go shopping.
ObT: Wondering if, if I get a preggo this time, whether I
should keep and eat the foetus....
Robert
--
From the messy desk of RobNorth 62°27'N 114°22'W (give or take)
"I'm not stupid!" In Bean's experience, that was a sentence never
uttered except to prove its own inaccuracy.
- Orson Scott Card, Ender's Shadow
TxRedBear
wasn't the victim. Lets face it - being a shy queer kid in a school so
small that my graduating in a class of 50, one of those towns where EVERYONE
knows as soon as anything happens made me a virtual target for anyone with
a mean streak - now don't get me wrong - going thrue that shit changed me -
for the better I have never been known since then to take shit from anyone.
But it wasn't until my senior year - when someone in a gym class accused my
friend of being "queer"- I knew how much hearing that hurt my bud - and
something snapped - I took down a set of those stand alone lockers that
separate where the guys changed and ended up kneeling on his chest and
slamming his head on the concrete floor when the coach took me off him. The
kid needed some first aid - a coupla good bandages and an icepack for a bit
but nothing was ever done - see the coach refused to do the paperwork that
would have gotten me in trouble - guess he figured that after 4 years of
takin shit I was due to dish some out :)
The gene-pool needs some chlorine
"Adrian Cassian" <acas...@ftn.net> wrote in message
news:3AA7AD68...@ftn.net...
> x-no-archive: yes
>
> Crato wrote:
>
> > In article <3aa6a8fa....@news.verizon.net>, ger...@beltonphoto.com
(Gerald Belton) wrote:
> > >>And they wonder why these kids go apeshit? They wonder why these kids
> > >>snap, and they can't find the reasons.
> > >
> > >I remember the day that I finally snapped. Fortunately, I didn't have
> > >a firearm handy.
> >
> > <snip>
> > I found out quite early in life that a baseball bat is an exellent way
to
> > train your tormentors to leave you the fuck alone.
> > []
> > Crato <a firm believer in the sucker punch>
>
> I can remember going through a phase from about 12 to 17 years old
> where I punched out a couple of guys [and one girl] every year. As a
> big boy I got mercilessly teased for being fat. Ironically most of the
> antogonists were smaller than me and I never did understand the
> logic of picking on someone way bigger??? There weren't too many
> repeat offenders but there always seemed to be some new asshole
> willing to step up to the plate. By the time I was 17 I was a regular
> dopesmoker and found that I didn't have the rage that I used to,
> although I can recall punching out some fuck from the wrestling team
> on the field during 'phys. ed'.He hit me in the balls with a lacrosse
stick
> and I flattened him right there in the middle of the game. Robby- if
you're
> reading this - Fuck you again. So, smoking mellowed me out in a way
> that I began to realize that mocking and ridiculing people was actually
> more fun and I had a wit so I used it. Oh the joy of seeing some
> demented little prick unable to fathom the insult thus delivered!
> Obrelated: After I dropped out of highschool and wandered
> aimlessly for years I took up Karate then Aikido[martial arts]
> and learned how to kick some serious ass but conversely lost
> most of the desire to look for a fight. I've walked away from
> more fights than I can remember. I should've studied the
> chop-socky shit back in Highschool. Pro'ly woulda got
> recruited into the army though....
>
>
> --
> "Cogito,ergo sum"
>
>
TxRedBear
sort of stuff that most would think belongs only in a.t even - and when I
know there are IDIOTS out there that would do exactly that - with the
diehard and cables - thinking it was "safe Electro-play".
fuckin idiots
ObForThoseWhoKinkIsn'tT:
Then again I do know a guy who is REALLY trying to get his collection of
fresh human heads going - he has a fetish about face fucking it and seeing
his dick come out the throat.
--
The gene-pool needs some chlorine
<robn...@my-deja.com> wrote in message news:988cj...@drn.newsguy.com...
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>so winging a few was pretty inevitable.
Pitiful, the state of our education system.
And to do it in the morning, no less, when the fuckers are bright-eyed and bushy
tailed... Wait until lunch when they've got bellies full of food and almost no
cover to take shelter behind. Now, you take those two in Littleton, for example.
Those little bastards had their shit wired extra tightly: detonate one large
bomb in the middle of a full cafeteria and march in with small arms, mopping up
the bewildered survivors at your leisure.
Of course, the bomb didn't work. This indicates shoddy workmanship at best...
maybe a little more time in shop class would have helped.
ObT: I responded out to the scene of a cardiac arrest the other night. There was
your usual white trash squalor about, but the truly tasteless occured when we
got to the patient and began our assesment. The lady was about 45, moderately
overweight and had been dead for a good long while, but, persuant to our
protocols, we hooked the cardiac monitor up and "rolled tape". Flatline, as
expected. Then, from under a pillow came a muffled yet very distinguishable
sound of one singing "tigger" doll. You know, one of those pressure-sensitive
things that breaks into verse when a sprog clutches it in his or her snot-ridden
grasp. This one must have belonged to one of her children or grandchildren or
something and gave us quite a fright initially. The whole affair sounded
something like this:
"Yeah, gimme those leads Scott"
*the wonderful thing about tiggers is tigger's a wonderful thing*
"WHAT THE FUCK, OVER!?!?!"
<both medics staring in absolute bewilderment at the obviously dead (but
apparently singing) patient>
*their tops are made out of rubber, their bottoms are made out of string*
"Oh, shit. That's one of those singing tigger things. My kid's got one, it must
be wedged under your knee or something."
*they're trouncy, flouncy, bouncy, jouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!*
"Yeah, asystole (flatline). We've also got gravity-dependent lividity and I
think a touch of rigor setting in. Yeah, I'm calling the code, get a JP."
*but the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I'm the only one!*
"Hey, let's stick around for the funeral home guys. I'd love to see the looks on
their faces when they touch that little bastard off."
"He he, yeah, try to wedge it under her so they hit it when they reach around
her to pick her up."
"Check that... hey, lemme bum a smoke."
And yes, they were very suprised.
aemilia
>Aemilia, I think you should get a criminology degree and use this for a master's
>thesis. It might just be cathartic for you. %-) Either that, or the research
>will give you some *great* ideas.
I'm working on it. Book classes are finished next month, and my
hands-on Forensic training begins in August, By December I will have
California State certification in 3 areas (fingerprinting, ballistics,
and crime scene investigation) and I will get a job in those
lower-rung fields while finishing my degree online (which is really
fucking cool) and then possibly working on my master's online as well.
Glub bless the internet. I haven't stepped foot in a classroom this
semester.
aemilia
ObT: lusting after my Brazilian co-worker. Today he told me that he
finds nothing wrong with fucking a sheep if you're bored on the farm.
I LOVE THIS MAN!
aemilia
<bea...@postoffice.swbell.net> wrote:
>ObForThoseWhoKinkIsn'tT:
>Then again I do know a guy who is REALLY trying to get his collection of
>fresh human heads going - he has a fetish about face fucking it and seeing
>his dick come out the throat.
That reminds me of my favorite part in Brett Easton Ellis's "American
Psycho" (the movie doesn't hold a votive to the book) where our hero
Patrick has crucified a hooker (alive) on his bed, and tortured the
other with drills and wire, until she dies. He then decapitates her,
and his cock is so hard that he takes her head, inserts his cock into
her mouth a' la Monica, and parades in front of the mirror with this
hooker's head on his cock, and he does a little dance.
mmmmmm.....fine literature. I'm currently reading "120 Days of Sodom
and other Writings" by the Marquis de Sade.
aemilia
TxRedBear
year :)
--
The gene-pool needs some chlorine
"aemilia" <aemilia...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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TxRedBear
speak to you again for having the gall to be queer in their world teach you
that lesson
--
The gene-pool needs some chlorine
"Chris Blaise" <chris.at@.blaise.dot.com> wrote in message
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>because I'd make sure they knew exactly who I was and that I was the one
>holding the drugs that were going to render them unconscious...and the
>drugs that were going to make them wake back up again. Kinda puts a
>whole new perspective on things, dunnit?
>
>Nurzy
>
Even better: Only inject the paralytics and conveniently "forget" the sedatives
and painkillers... all the excruciating pain of surgery without the ability to
even move a muscle.
A.Lizard
wrote:
>In article <9891fn$5j8$1...@samba.rahul.net>, Roberta Hatch
><bha...@rahul.net> wrote:
>
>
[snip]
>a joke. And if a poor black or Hispanic guy gets two weeks'
>suspension for something, be sure that white yuppie kids get
>the same punishment. Not that I'm any paragon of racial
>harmony, but I'm tired of yuppie brats getting a free slide
>because their parents can hire lawyers.
>
>All this talk of angst-filled hi skul has me confused. I recall
>skul daze as a time of smoking dope, ditching class to go to
>the beach, reading underground Comix, printing tickets
>to Allman Brothers concerts in graphics class, getting
>jarheads to buy beer for us, learning how to hotwire
>cars in shop, listening to Johnny Winter in music class,
>goofing the principal and other assorted entertainments.
>
>The jocks got along with us surfers because we had dope, and
>we got along with the jocks because of the profit potential
>of selling dime bags for $20.
>
>And everyone had guns.
I think it's the time period. I went to high school from
1968-1972, and except for the guns (I went to HS in Northern CA)
that's a fairly exact description of my own high school
experience. During that time period, very few people students /
faculty / administrators gave a shit if one happened to be
"weird". It wasn't that we gave a fuck about peace / love /
brotherhood, it's just that we had better things to do.
(partying, for instance)
Could DARE / "Say No To Drugs" be the cause of the current wave
of high school problems?
A.Lizard
obT: then, there's the possibility that the new wave of apeshits
has been *directly* caused by the geek witchhunt / other
"appropriate" measures taken by our edu-tards to lock down their
schools. If I'm right, there WILL be a new wave of school
lockdowns by people too stupid to learn from experience...
followed by more shootings than ever. If we're lucky, it'll be
explosions based on certifiably Internet-free information.
Remember, you heard it here first.
robn...@my-deja.com
>That reminds me of my favorite part in Brett Easton Ellis's "American
>Psycho" (the movie doesn't hold a votive to the book) where our hero
>Patrick has crucified a hooker (alive) on his bed, and tortured the
>other with drills and wire, until she dies. He then decapitates her,
>and his cock is so hard that he takes her head, inserts his cock into
>her mouth a' la Monica, and parades in front of the mirror with this
>hooker's head on his cock, and he does a little dance.
>
>mmmmmm.....fine literature. I'm currently reading "120 Days of Sodom
>and other Writings" by the Marquis de Sade.
There's a job to do, and it's time to do it.
We *must* compile the Canonical List of AT Literature.
The above is obviously a start. Here's the beginning of the list. Please
followup to your messages by simply adding to the list. We'll incorporate it
into the FAQ once it's deemed 'relatively complete'.
(By the way, give specific titles, please. Don't just say "Everything that Sade
dude wrote, eh?") If you have another work by an author that's already on the
list, insert it in the appropriate place (as I did with Sade's Justine, below).
Keeping the authors in alphabetical order will help.
ObPedant: Do you file 'de Sade' under D or S? I picked S, but any librarians
out there feel free to correct me.
Thank you all.
ObCorrectionNotice: Re: Newfoundland referenda, I fucked up. Both referenda
were in 1948, and on the first one, 'democratic government' led the way with
44.5%, joining Canada close behind, and staying a colony a distant third.
Second one dropped that third choice, and this time Canada won out. See
http://www.heritage.nf.ca/confed_crb/bl43.html. We now return you to your
regularly scheduled tastelessness.
Robert
The Canonical List of AT Literature
William Burroughs: Naked Lunch
Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho
Marquis de Sade: 120 Days of Sodom
____: Justine
. . .
JustmeŽ
in article <3AA81241...@geocities.com>, and I felt
COMPELLED to reply:
> "JustmeŽ" wrote:
> >
> > I was also fat, with glasses, and smart--and had a less-than-stellar
> > home life, so I had nowhere to go--no safe harbor, no place to relax
> > and feel like I belonged there.
> >
> > All I had, in fact, until I found druggie friends in high school (AKA
> > the other outcasts of society), was books--which made me even smarter.
>
>
> the biggest school shitheads. I got suspended, and he got dental work.
> But I got fucked with a lot less -- not at all the rest of THAT year at
> least.
This, I think, is a common thing--you get beat on,
ridiculed and manhandled until you finally go apeshit.
Happened with me, too--first time in the 8th grade when I
beat the holy fuck out of a boy that threw a math book at
me (he got suspended for starting a fight with a girl &
left with less hair and a bruised face) and I had to beat
the shit out of two kids in high school to maintain the
unstable persona I had managed to aquire as a result.
I think school shooters are doing the same exact thing we
did, only they're doing it with guns instead of their
fists. While this is vastly amusing to us as we read all
about it, we need to keep in mind that these kids could
very well have been *us*. There but for the grace of
Glub go I, ya know? We need to keep guns out of school
to protect these teenage fringies from themselves.
Fuck--encourage the carrying of knives instead! Can't do
vast amounts of damage then, and they'll get smaller
sentences for the carnage (because they'll manage to get
less people during their apeshit, and kill less often).
>
> My physics teacher was also a former student of our school... he was
> STILL a geek, but he drove a cool car and had a pretty
wife...
One of my school's smartest geeks went on to become a
high school teacher--and he teaches my oldest kid. From
what I'm told, he makes a goddamn cool teacher.
--Ginny
"Die Screaming."
--Jonathan Blaque
Roberta Hatch
>Roberta Hatch <bha...@rahul.net> wrote:
>> Every so often, I get in barroom discussions about schools
>> and the shit that goes on in them. When I was a little hooligan
>> in school, the teacher or principal was expected to deal with the
>> normal problems.
>Fuckin' A, Bubba. While I was in the base dependent's school,
>people were regularly wacked upside the head "to get their
>attention". When I finally transferred out to civvie schools
>for my senior year, fuck-ups had to contend with Mr. Hayes,
>one of those guys built like a beer barrel with hands like
>rocks. He didn't slap people, he _punched_ them if he felt
>like they needed it. He gave one guy a black eye that lasted
>for weeks before it finally healed. ...
I've got money that says those schools have few very few
problems with serious violence. The occasional fight, sure, but
not anything like we read in the nooz these days.
A couple of guys I used to work with both went to parochial
schools. One in San Francisco, the other in Vallejo. Both told me
the staffs had very little tollerance for shit.
The school in San Francisco, Sacred Heart, a boys only school,
also took in stupidents from the public schools that were considered
too fucked up to be in school. My understanding is that The Brothers
straightened most of them up.
Like your old pal Mr. Hayes, they were good with their fists.
One of the guys told me that his class was fucking around one day and
the nomally mild-mannered brother decided enough was enough. He
started and the head of one row of decks, beating the living shit out
of the idiot in the chair, then the next desk, and the next... It took
him a row and a half before he decided he made his point or became too
tired to continue.
>> You want good teachers? You want the kids to stop killing each
>> other in schools? Issue the teachers paddles and electric cattle prods,
>> and make sure the gym has several sets of boxing gloves ready. If
>> teachers don't have the proper attitude, can 'em and hire someone else
>> that does. Force the goddamn parents to accept proper responsibility for
>> their crotchfruit. Fire the school psychologists and anyone employeed
>> by the school that uses the words, "Time out, young man."
>Fuckin' A, Bubba.
I figure all of this shit started when too many people started
getting psychology degrees and weren't able to find work in their field.
>And fire anyone that uses the word "diversity" as anything but
>a joke. ...
Thanks for pointing out my mistake. Good catch.
Meanwhile here in the California, the UC regents are getting
ready to reverse their 1995 vote to end racial and ethnic preferences
in admissions. It will only be symbolic, because in 1996 the voters
here decided that there will NOT be racial and ethnic preferences,
period. Needless to say, at the Peoples' University in Berkeley,
the stupidents were out in force, *demanding* that the regents vote
now, and vote to reverse. Oh, some of the local high skools allowed,
and/or encourged their stupidents to attend the Big Rally too.
What I find really amusming about all of it is that the UC
stundents are already in, and even if the regents could start up that
shitty policy again, they wouldn't be affected. One has to wonder
if they weren't already students there and that policy worked against
them, would they still be making their demands?
Oh, the high skool stupidents did a bit of looting and beat a
few people up on the street. I think the only chance those fucks have
to get into the UC system is with those preferences.
Gerald Belton
>The jocks got along with us surfers because we had dope, and
>we got along with the jocks because of the profit potential
>of selling dime bags for $20.
That pretty much sums up my high school experience, except that
there's no surf in Baton Rouge. Instead of jocks and surfers we had
jocks and freaks.
>And everyone had guns.
Fuckin' A. If a boy's parents didn't give him a .22 or a .410 for his
12th birthday, he knew they didn't really love him.
Gerald
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>William Burroughs: Naked Lunch
>Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho
>Marquis de Sade: 120 Days of Sodom
Katherine Dunn: Geek Love
George M. Gould and Walter L. Pyle: Anomalies And Curiosities Of
Medicine
Michael Newton: Hunting Humans: The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers
aemilia
>We *must* compile the Canonical List of AT Literature.
>
>The Canonical List of AT Literature
>
>William Burroughs: Naked Lunch
>Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho
>Marquis de Sade: 120 Days of Sodom
>____: Justine
<goes and looks at her bookshelves>
Practical Homicide Investigation : Tactics, Procedures and Forensic
Techniques (CRC Series in Practical Aspects of Criminal and Forensic
investigation
by Vernon J. Geberth
Sexual Homicide : Patterns and Motives
by Robert K. Ressler
Severed: The True Story of the Black Dahlia Murder by John Gilmore
You'll Never Make Love in this Town Again by Robin, Liza, Linda and
Tiffany (don't discount this one, even though it is trash Hollywood
gossip written by whores, it is worth it for the Jack Nicholson Golden
Shower part.)
The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Apt Pupil (in the Stephen King collection Different Seasons)
Whispers: the Voices of Paranoia by Ronald K. Siegel
Twins by Bari Wood (the movie Dead Ringers was based on this book and
the book is so much more bizarre and tasteless)
Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller (a classic)
Delta of Venus by Anaiis Nin (another classic)
American Rhapsody by Joe Eszterhas
ok...there is a quick contribution from the Aemilia Parker Library.
aemilia
Iain Stuart
>
>>The Canonical List of AT Literature
>>
>>William Burroughs: Naked Lunch
>>Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho
>>Marquis de Sade: 120 Days of Sodom
>>____: Justine
>Techniques (CRC Series in Practical Aspects of Criminal and Forensic
>investigation
>by Vernon J. Geberth
>
>Sexual Homicide : Patterns and Motives
>by Robert K. Ressler
>
>Severed: The True Story of the Black Dahlia Murder by John Gilmore
>
>You'll Never Make Love in this Town Again by Robin, Liza, Linda and
>Tiffany (don't discount this one, even though it is trash Hollywood
>gossip written by whores, it is worth it for the Jack Nicholson Golden
>Shower part.)
>
>The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
>
>Apt Pupil (in the Stephen King collection Different Seasons)
>
>Whispers: the Voices of Paranoia by Ronald K. Siegel
>
>Twins by Bari Wood (the movie Dead Ringers was based on this book and
>the book is so much more bizarre and tasteless)
>
>Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller (a classic)
>
>Delta of Venus by Anaiis Nin (another classic)
>
>American Rhapsody by Joe Eszterhas
The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks
Cities of the Red Night by William S Burroughs (or Naked Lunch, tho' that
can be harder going)
Junkie by William S Burroughs (probably his lightest read)
The Decadent Cookbook by Medlar Lucan, Durian Gray,
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"Now it's Rorschach and Prozac
and everything is groovy"
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The Beast of Millhaven
Dan Welch
ia...@big-iain.demon.co.uk> writes
>The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks
>
>Cities of the Red Night by William S Burroughs (or Naked Lunch, tho' that
>can be harder going)
>
>Junkie by William S Burroughs (probably his lightest read)
"The Liar" by Stephen Fry - where else would you get a dispassionate
account of being a rent boy, or description of the (presumably
fictional) magazines "cling film fantasies" and "fist fuck faggots"
amongst others.
"The Hippopotamus", also by Fry... description of a boy who believes
himself to be a Healer (with a capital H) fucking a horse, anyone?
Very well written, to boot.
cheers
dan
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>"The Liar" by Stephen Fry - where else would you get a >dispassionate
>account of being a rent boy, or description of the (presumably
>fictional) magazines "cling film fantasies" and "fist fuck faggots"
>amongst others.
>"The Hippopotamus", also by Fry... description of a boy who >believes
>himself to be a Healer (with a capital H) fucking a horse, >anyone?
>Very well written, to boot.
>
>cheers
Perfect Victim by Christine McGuire and Carla Norton.
Detailed account several years of a woman's torture and brainwashing -
includes 12 easy steps for the DIY brainwashing fan.
Bill
> The Canonical List of AT Literature
>
> William Burroughs: Naked Lunch
> Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho
> Marquis de Sade: 120 Days of Sodom
> ____: Justine
> Practical Homicide Investigation : Tactics, Procedures and Forensic
> Techniques (CRC Series in Practical Aspects of Criminal and Forensic
> investigation by Vernon J. Geberth
> Sexual Homicide : Patterns and Motives by Robert K. Ressler
> Severed: The True Story of the Black Dahlia Murder by John Gilmore
> You'll Never Make Love in this Town Again by Robin, Liza, Linda and
> Tiffany
> The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
> Apt Pupil (in the Stephen King collection Different Seasons)
> Whispers: the Voices of Paranoia by Ronald K. Siegel
> Twins by Bari Wood
> Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller (a classic)
> Delta of Venus by Anaiis Nin (another classic)
> American Rhapsody by Joe Eszterhas
> The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks
> Cities of the Red Night by William S Burroughs
> Junkie by William S Burroughs (probably his lightest read)
> The Decadent Cookbook by Medlar Lucan, Durian Gray,
The Life and Loves of Frank Harris by Frank Harris
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aemilia <aemilia...@yahoo.com> writes:
> I would have loved to make at least one of them beg for their lives.
I fantasize about buying their tenement and evicting them.
John William Kuthe
Justme® <ginny_...@unforgettable.com> wrote:
>I think school shooters are doing the same exact thing we
>did, only they're doing it with guns instead of their
>fists. While this is vastly amusing to us as we read all
>about it, we need to keep in mind that these kids could
>very well have been *us*. There but for the grace of
>Glub go I, ya know? We need to keep guns out of school
>to protect these teenage fringies from themselves.
Ginny is correct, as usual. I mean, with the techie edge of a 9 mm,
any friggin' moron could come out a Darwin champ, laying waste
possibly to any of the most brilliant among us! Just imagine the
logical end of such a series of Darwinian fuckups such as this.
Now THAT'S Tasteless! Planet of the retards. Ugh!
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JustmeŽ <ginny_...@unforgettable.com> writes:
> I think school shooters are doing the same exact thing we
> did, only they're doing it with guns instead of their
> fists. While this is vastly amusing to us as we read all
> about it, we need to keep in mind that these kids could
> very well have been *us*. There but for the grace of
> Glub go I, ya know? We need to keep guns out of school
> to protect these teenage fringies from themselves.
> Fuck--encourage the carrying of knives instead! Can't do
> vast amounts of damage then, and they'll get smaller
> sentences for the carnage (because they'll manage to get
> less people during their apeshit, and kill less often).
I disagree.
If the morons want to blather about 'stopping violence' and
'zero-tolerance policies' then they need to have a REAL
zero-tolerance policy.
1. slap someone, get suspended.
2. jab someone with a pen, get suspended
3. knock someones books on the floor, get suspended.
Yep, zero tolerance.
In *my* HS, there was this one short, pudgy, moderately
bright, poor kid who got mercilessly abused by a few
ignorant, redneck, working-class hockey players. They
used to make him place his hand out flat on a table
during class so they could stab him with Bic pens whenever
the teacher turned to the board. If he didn't hold his
hand out and let them stab him, they'd beat him up later.
Oh, did I mention that the teacher was the hockey coach?
Last I heard, this kid was working as an exotic dancer in
Florida. He didn't show up to the 10-year reunion, I wonder
why.
I don't know what the morons are doing. One of them is
working construction, one of their hangers-on is an English
teacher, no idea about the third.
Then there was the town bully that made my little brother's
life a living hell for a year or two. He wound up comitting
suicide while serving a jail term for burgleing a local
sports shop. Good riddance.
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Roberta Hatch <bha...@rahul.net> writes:
> Like your old pal Mr. Hayes, they were good with their fists.
> One of the guys told me that his class was fucking around one day and
> the nomally mild-mannered brother decided enough was enough. He
> started and the head of one row of decks, beating the living shit out
> of the idiot in the chair, then the next desk, and the next... It took
> him a row and a half before he decided he made his point or became too
> tired to continue.
I will give you this, Bobbi.
I would rather have gotten beaten up by my school teachers, than by
my classmates. If I had to choose.
I got beaten up by my parents often enough; I could cope with being
hit by adults. I had that thing figured out pretty well anyway --
the way to avoid it was just to avoid them, and that was really all
they wanted.
But the kids are fucking sadistic. The school teachers at least were
somewhat fair and predictable about who and when they beat on kids,
and they didn't smack some kid and then laugh and snigger about it.
They just wanted the kids to sit still and shut up. And that's a
bargain we could agree on.
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jw...@hilton.cec.wustl.edu (John William Kuthe) writes:
> In article <988bk...@drn.newsguy.com>, <drd...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> >You're even more of an idiot if you only kill two and wing 13.... Jesus Christ
> >on a buttplug, learn to fucking shoot!
>
> Well, this outgrowth of defective DNA only *had* a .22 cal. revolver,
> so winging a few was pretty inevitable. I'm more amazed he actually
> took 2 completely out with his daddy's pea shooter. Shoulda got a real
> piece, and some hollowpoints, if ya wanna do the job right. High
> explosives work admirably too, and provide much more spectacle for the
> media.
Shame was, he was randomly popping people. Surely, some one or two of
them *really* deserved it. Couldn't he have just picked his targets
ahead of time? Y'know, it's the random shootings that get people
really worked up. The targetted killings don't bother so much.
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drd...@hotmail.com writes:
> Even better: Only inject the paralytics and conveniently "forget" the sedatives
> and painkillers... all the excruciating pain of surgery without the ability to
> even move a muscle.
>
Oh, yeah!
This is why they also give Versed -- it's an amnesiac.
You might be in excruciating pain, but, hehe, you
won't remember.
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Jamie Debra Weisman <jwe...@emory.edu> writes:
> It would be nice to think that others now spend lots of time regretting
> how they treated you or at least recognizing the futility of their own
> lives, but I think it just ain't so. The only way to truly make an
> impression on those who picked on you would be to either become super
> successful in some field that they'll recognize as worthwhile (i.e. a
> millionaire, a movie star, rock star, pro wrestling commentator, etc.) or
> else get out yer guns. Anything else is simply deluding yourself.
Oh, I did that. I went back to my 10-year reunion. I had a job
AND a car. The football QB had a job mowing his parents' lawns.
Did a bit too much coke in college, lost the scholarship, flunked
out, did something that wasn't coke, and is now more-or-less fried.
The star baseball pitcher was washing dishes at the local dive
bar/whorehouse. Actually, they were reasonably decent kids, not
complete assholes.
The *real* geek -- the only kid in school who could solve Rubik's cube
-- has a handful of patents and seems to be doing ok.
I don't think this is a complete accident. My brother-in-law was
a super stud in HS. He was about 16 when I came on the scene.
Completely full of himself. Now, a dozen years later, his four
siblings are doing well for themselves, while he keeps fucking
up time after time.
I think he just got TOO full of himself in HS, when everybody around
him kept telling him he was hot shit. So he figured he didn't need to
lift a finger, he'd always be able to get laid and taken care of.
And guess what? He was wrong.
Dave Garrett
says...
> Iain Stuart wrote:
Apocalypse Culture by Adam Parfrey (ed.)
Total Abuse by Peter Sotos
ANSWER Me! #1-4 by Jim & Debbie Goad et al.
ObT: Wondering if Echelon greps Usenet for "Peter Sotos".
Dave
Juan Rico
>attention". When I finally transferred out to civvie schools
>for my senior year, fuck-ups had to contend with Mr. Hayes,
>one of those guys built like a beer barrel with hands like
>rocks. He didn't slap people, he _punched_ them if he felt
>like they needed it.
Junior high I had teachers like that. Coaches, but smart coaches, and
good teachers. I once got drug by the scruff of my neck over the four
or five students seated near me and literally thrown out of the class-
thrown into the brick wall in the hallway. High Skool, they were a
little less physical, and there were several fresh-out-of-college
didn't know jack teachers; but there were also several who knew their
shit forwards and backwards and, more importantly, taught you how to
*think* rather than just pouring information down your neck.
I wasn't in the "in" jock crowd, and wasn't in the "terminal geek"
loser crowd. I was somewhere in-between, and had friends in both
camps. There were some bullies, but most of them actually seemed taken
aback by an intelligent verbal onslaught. The rest left me alone after
finding "locker bombs" in their lockers... a firecracker or smoke
bomb, electric match, and simple relay affair. Nowadays, if I'd tried
that, I'd have been shitcanned and jailed faster than I could say
"Juvenile!" Back then, no one much gave a shit.
But then again, this was also a private school, and academic standing
actually counted for something, even amongst the jocks.
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At least half of [the survivors] had this to say: "God was watching
over me." Most of those people didn't even believe in a God. This is
the deity-as-hit-man view of theology. What I always thought was, if
God was looking out for you, He must have had a real hard-on for all
those folks he belted into the etheric like so many rubber javelins.
-John Varley, "Steel Beach"
Nanook of the North
<bea...@postoffice.swbell.net> banged head against the
keyboard thusly:
<developing list snipped>
>Perfect Victim by Christine McGuire and Carla Norton.
>Detailed account several years of a woman's torture and brainwashing -
>includes 12 easy steps for the DIY brainwashing fan.
>
coffin-like box under their bed while they fucked on it?
Yeah, that was disturbing^Wgood.
ObT: She didn't seem that cute from the pictures I saw. I'd
want a cheerleader type, please.
Robert
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There she lusted after her lovers,
Whose members were as those of donkeys,
and whose emissions like that of horses. - Ezekiel 23:20
Citizen Ted
wrote:
>On 9 Mar 2001 12:17:52 -0800, robn...@my-deja.com wrote:
>
>
>>We *must* compile the Canonical List of AT Literature.
>>
>
>>The Canonical List of AT Literature
>>
>>William Burroughs: Naked Lunch
>>Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho
>>Marquis de Sade: 120 Days of Sodom
>>____: Justine
<snip>
"Slob" by Rex Miller
Disgusting, calculating, 400 pound psychotic serial killer on
the loose.
"Total Abuse" writings by Peter Sotos, edited by Jim Goad
Literary body blows. The only book that has ever made me feel
uneasy.
"Among the Thugs" by Bill Buford
A journalistic descent into British football hooliganism.
Simultaneously informative and alarming.
"The Holy Bible" (compilation)
Pick your flavor. They're all pretty damn cruel, hateful and
demented.
- TR
- thoroughly enjoying The Onion's "Our Dumb Century". My
favorite headline? "Feds Gun Down Nixon Outside Arizona Motel. FBI
Agents Bring Down Fugitive President in Hail of Gunfire. 6-Day,
10-State Executive Killing Spree Comes to an End; Agnew Still at
Large".
The Onion - the Finest News Source in America.
Darren
"Dave Garrett" <da...@compassnet.com> wrote in message
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I'll have a look at my shelves and post the best examples.
Exquisite Corpse by Poppie Z Brite
True Romance by Helen Zahavi
There's also a book that I can't remember at the mo that invovled a family
of freaks. The parents took drugs as they were breading so that their kids
would turn out fucked up. The story is told by the son that has the
flippers/lower half like a fish. The parents ran a freak show at the circus,
kids being the main attractions. I'll have to look for it, it's gone
missing.
Darren
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ygrii
imagine an AT regular is already familiar with his work, but in case someone
reading this is not, my favorite is "Septuagenarian Stew," a collection of
short stories. They're not stories about fuzzy bunnies and cute children;
they're tales of drunken debauchery, misogyny, poverty, all the fine things
in life.
In case you've missed it, check out Anti-Hero Art.
http://www.anti-heroart.com/writings.html ) The curator of this peculiar
site has a hard-on for Bukowski, which is why I mention it. The two
contributors not to miss are Motel Todd and Gary Goude. Todd has a penchant
for street whores, and Goude fantasizes about going apeshit at work.
ygrii sez: check it out!
Jon
"Darren" <j...@bloggs.com> wrote in message
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Ellison. Short stories and "A boy and His Dog." At least I think thats the
book with it.
A Rage to Kill, Ann Rule. Volume six of her short crime files, very
descriptive.
Firefight Y2K, Dean Ing. Quothe the back... "Welcome to the future,
now DUCK!"
A.Lizard
>
>jw...@hilton.cec.wustl.edu (John William Kuthe) writes:
>
>> In article <988bk...@drn.newsguy.com>, <drd...@hotmail.com> wrote:
[snip]
>Shame was, he was randomly popping people. Surely, some one or two of
>them *really* deserved it. Couldn't he have just picked his targets
>ahead of time? Y'know, it's the random shootings that get people
>really worked up. The targetted killings don't bother so much.
>
Of course, to *really* freak people out, all a kiddie apeshitter
would have to do would be to go after the people *really*
responsible for their frame of mind. The kids who are harassing
them figure that they're upholding an "unwritten code of
rules"... and so they are.
School administrators and school board members come to mind for
*responsible* parties.
The amusing part about this is that ... you think they're wasting
our money on locking down campuses NOW? Just wait until the first
principal takes a dirt nap courtesy of one kid pushed too far.
We'll be asked to pay for metal detectors, X-ray machines, and
the WAVE school informer program from Pinkerton on every campus,
as well as armies of security patrols. The new fashion statement
among "hip" school adminstrators will be made of Kevlar.
Of course, after the 2nd generation of ineptly administered
kiddie police state, I foresee that either the kids will outsmart
the anti-gun arrangements, or figure out things that won't show
on metal detectors that will make a *real* mess.
A year from now, "Remember the good old days when kids were
*only* using guns?"
A.Lizard
Ian_Anderthal
> "Slob" by Rex Miller
> Disgusting, calculating, 400 pound psychotic serial killer on
> the loose.
>
> "Total Abuse" writings by Peter Sotos, edited by Jim Goad
> Literary body blows. The only book that has ever made me feel
> uneasy.
>
> "Among the Thugs" by Bill Buford
> A journalistic descent into British football hooliganism.
> Simultaneously informative and alarming.
>
> "The Holy Bible" (compilation)
> Pick your flavor. They're all pretty damn cruel, hateful and
> demented.
Paedophilia - A Radical Case
by Tom O'Carroll . . . he comes off with a very earnest argument
straight out of NAMBLA on how all those boys REALLY came on to HIM, and
not the other way around, and how it was THEIR curiosity that got them
into yaddayadda... I don't think that Loompanics carries this one anymore,
for some reason. :> Amazon has an out-of-print listing for it:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0720605466
------
Here's a customer review:
"Honest and human, this reveals the "truth" for a change, December 17,
1998
Reviewer: PSe...@hotmail.com from Karachi, Pakistan
O'Carroll hasn't merely presented an honest personal viewpoint (and done
that with some style too!) but has managed a compelling
objective-subjective balance in his writing which is both engaging of the
heart and thought-provoking,challenging. The fact that this book wasn't a
bestseller is, I think, testimony to the intensity of negative hype that
the subject receives and the abdication of all Reason it invokes in most
otherwise reasonable people. With apt historicity and telling
psychological data, O'Carroll has provided a cultural lifeline of sorts
for paedophiles lost at sea with their feelings."
[Lost in the assholes of all those little boys is probably more like the
truth.]
----
... and almost any other book from Loompanics.com.
--
Ian Anderthal
*****
"You should be made to bob for onion rings with your penis. Spear them
little babies, win valuable prizes. Don't worry, we'll pull the basket up
before you get done to a golden turn. You can even eat the breaded skin.
I'd say we should get to the bottom of all this, except we're already
THERE. Christ, I'd rather play nude corn oil Twister with Pavarotti and
Dr. Laura. No joy in THAT, either." - - - - Hellpope Huey, alt.slack
******
Nathan J. Nagel
came out of the closet I don't think anyone dissed him. I should call
him, speaking of which - haven't talked to him in a few months.
nate
ObT: the diet of good steak and lots of beer that seems to be de rigeur
for traveling through the UP on an expense account is playing hell with
my colon. I have actually found myself fantasizing about taking a good
shit. Maybe I need to invest in an enema setup. I'm horrible at
finding stuff like that though, it's bad enough having to look through
all the girly shit at the drug store just to find something to clear up
all the ugly blackheads on my face (yes, I'm turning 27 next week and I
still look like I'm in high school. Well, actually, I look like a
normal person would in high school - when I did HS I had a pizza for a
face. I got fucked by genetics I guess.) The clerks never know how to
deal with it either, tall hairy guy in big shitkicking boots walks in
and picks up a handful of biore shit, some car magazines, and a pack of
smokes. They never actually say anything though.
TxRedBear wrote:
>
> yup - in my case nothing like having ALL BUT ONE of your close friends never
> speak to you again for having the gall to be queer in their world teach you
> that lesson
>
> --
> The gene-pool needs some chlorine
> "Chris Blaise" <chris.at@.blaise.dot.com> wrote in message
> news:ql2gatc41d60k0cnj...@4ax.com...
> > On Wed, 07 Mar 2001 21:42:35 GMT, ger...@beltonphoto.com (Gerald
> > Belton) wrote:
> >
> > >I remember the day that I finally snapped.
> >
> > 8th grade seems to be a popular year for "snapping".
> >
> > Some kid a year younger than me kept bugging me by calling me
> > a "nerd". Yeah I went to the computer lab every chance I got, but it
> > was the degrading way he said it that bugged the shit out of me.
> >
> > "Nerrrrd!"
> >
> > For a couple of weeks I tried to ignore it when I passed him
> > in the hall. But one day it was too much.
> >
> > I twirled around and said, "I don't want you calling me that
> > again, ok?"
> >
> > Somewhat surprised he said, "Sure."
> >
> > I thanked him and started back on my way.
> >
> > "Sure, you nerrrrd!"
> >
> > That did it. I went back and punched him in the face.
> >
> > We both got a talking to by the vice principal and he never
> > bothered me again. Of course I was embarassed that I was in tears and
> > crying like a baby.
> >
> > Perhaps my biggest problem with the situation was my
> > confusion. Both this kid and I had been in Cub Scouts together. His
> > parents were even den leaders! I never considered him a true friend,
> > but at least a friendly aquiantence and sharing a minimal bond based
> > on Being Good People. Yet only a few years later, there he was being
> > a dick to me and essentially "betraying" the tenants of that small
> > bond. Guess it was the first time I figured out that people change
> > and that change isn't always pretty.
> >
> > Which of course led into the later basic lesson in life,
> > specifically that People Suck.
> >
> > Chris
> >
JustmeŽ
<m3ofvaq...@o-o.yi.org>, and I felt COMPELLED to
reply:
> If the morons want to blather about 'stopping violence' and
> 'zero-tolerance policies' then they need to have a REAL
> zero-tolerance policy.
>
> 1. slap someone, get suspended.
> 2. jab someone with a pen, get suspended
> 3. knock someones books on the floor, get suspended.
>
> Yep, zero tolerance.
>
>
Instead, today's schools have something called "peer
intervention" or "peer review" where older students meet
the bully and say, "hey stop bullying, man." This only
reinforces the behavior. The bully says, "Hey! I'm COOL
now! I have the attention of the OLDER kids!"
Instead, they need to do what I did. I had a kid that
bullied my son. He did everything you list, *and* call
my kid a fag.
Call the principal. Got the goddamn peer review
bullshit.
Call the guidance counsellor. Got the same, plus an
'intervention' where my son--the wronged party--got
called out and talked to, to see how he "felt". Nothing
like making the kid feel even MORE out of place.
Finally, I called the brat's mother, and let her know
that her son was calling my son a fag, and if her son
didn't stop SEXUALLY HARRASSING my son, I would make it
an issue not only in school and eventually in court, but
in the media as well. I reminded her that sexual
harrassment issues are the fodder that the news media
*thrives* on, and in this era of school violence, any
number of stations would jump at the chance of reporting
on the oft-ignored issue of homosexual sexual harrassment
in middle schools. If she didn't mind her son being
a budding homosexual that was fine, but he had to stop
trying to convert the other boys in school to
homosexuality. I was very polite throughout the
conversation.
The harrassment stopped *immediately*. Why?
Parents don't mind you're calling their kid a tough
bully, but GOD FORBID you can successfully insinuate that
their kid is a fag.
I told this to the principal weeks later, when he tried
to tell me that *he* fixed the problem with peer review.
Then I hung up on him.
--Ginny
Don't fuck with my kids.
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JustmeŽ <ginny_...@unforgettable.com> writes:
> The harrassment stopped *immediately*. Why?
>
> Parents don't mind you're calling their kid a tough
> bully, but GOD FORBID you can successfully insinuate that
> their kid is a fag.
Interesting tactic. I was leaning towards the cliched
brute force, but this is clever. Wow, most useful thing
I've gotten from Usenet in years, and here in a.t of all
places.
TxRedBear
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> > --Ginny
> > Don't fuck with my kids.
> >
> you are a god!
>
What a fucking idiot you are, Red.
Ever learn what an editor is in your newsreader software?
--
GRay-
Take out the trash for mail.
"If you're looking for careful consideration of your petty
world affairs diatribes, you've come to the wrong place. Our sacred
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10-2000
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"GRay" <gr...@fuckyou.trash.co.uk> wrote in message
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actually - your right - sorry that was bad form.
ObT: -- one thing that bothers me about growing up lactose intolerant is
that 25 years ago, when I was in like 1-3rd grade no one knew anything about
it - being basically forced to drink huge amounts of milk (does a body good
MY ASS) my life was hell - lets just say I walked home VERY upset more than
once because some dick head teacher didn't believe me when I said "NOW!"
Enemy of the State
> Sitting here pondering on yet another high school massacre (or
> massacreee if you're Arlo Guthrie), I begin to think about how I would
> have reacted if I were in the same situation.
<snip>
> They have to grow old with themselves. They are losers and white trash
> and in dead end jobs. Good thing I didn't kill them.
Let me be the first to note that this is going to be nominated for a 2001
Real Life post. Well done, aemilia.
Personally, I was skinny, myopic, smart, and extremely well-read. Like
others in this thread, I made a habit of correcting teachers when they had
their facts wrong--though I'm old enough that when I went to school,
elementary at least, the teachers were overall still starry-eyed and
believed in the myths of teaching (molding the youth of America, developing
minds, and all that crap), so they had a tendency to accept the correction
with grace. I also was not subjected to the extremes of abuse that some
others here have described. Yeah, I occasionally got the shit beat out of
me. But since we moved often (I attended 23 different schools by the time I
was 16), I was usually on the fringe of snot-nose society and was rarely
noticed. Plus, my parents were bikers and dope dealers, so by the time I
was 12 or so, most of the kids in my various schools knew that you didn't
fuck with the guy who had a constant source of good dope.
My stepdad eventually got busted and we settled down to four years in a
prison town (Lompoc, CA for those keeping score). I was part of the stoner
crowd, though kind of a fringie there, too. I was also the target of a
number of jocks and jerkoffs. But I managed to get by.
I went back there a few years ago to visit some friends. I found out that
not only were most of my stoner friends still stoners and losers, but most
of the jocks and jerks were losers, too. One in particular who had
righteously kicked the snot out of me (why, I don't recall; he was just
being a jock and beating up the hippies) still worked at the gas station
where he worked in high school. Twenty years later. Meanwhile, I make damn
good money, do as I please when I please, work when I want at what is
pretty much my choice of jobs, and have not been unemployed (except by
choice) since I got out of school.
I laughed all the way out of town. Living well ~is~ the best revenge, but
a little blood adds spice.
jaydog
death to all jocks
ObT: I made beef stew last night. Now, the amount of beef I eat in a year
could be surgically removed from the cow and she'd never know the
difference. Part of the reason I eat so little beef is that it tends to
have the same effect on my colon as a nice cold glass of Tijuana tap water
would. Of course, I forgot that today I had to bike 20 miles downtown to
work on a friend's server. I now know where every public restroom is (and a
few conveniently placed bushes) between my apartment and the Willamette
River.
TxRedBear
intact.
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"Basking Dirtsnake" <gb...@biosys.net> wrote in message
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> The God of Usenet tells me that on Sat, 10 Mar 2001 23:55:28 -0800,
> "TxRedBear" <bea...@postoffice.swbell.net> genuflected and intoned
> thusly:
>
> >"GRay" <gr...@fuckyou.trash.co.uk> wrote in message
> >news:3AAAEB...@fuckyou.trash.co.uk...
> >> TxRedBear (Tard) replied to Ginny's *ENTIRE FUCKING POST* with:
> TxRedBear (Tard) replied to GRay's *ENTIRE FUCKING POST* with:
>
> >actually - your right - sorry that was bad form.
>
> Yes, it is.
>
> The idea behind GRay's post is that you would soak up the clue he
> offered. ie Quote only what is needed. Add your own stuff
> underneath.
>
> I do hope that this advice is useful for other clueless shitwipes
> whose idea of posting to usenet is to hit "reply", roll their drooling
> faces over the keyboard a few times and then hit "send".
>
> Dave
>
> --
> I like babies the same way I like martinis. Shaken, not stirred.
>