Sex at Highland High School: What makes a good teacher?
Does anybody remember the dark days of the evil teacher union empires, when they organized in the halls of our schools and demanded more money for their whole 9 months of work? They’ve been kind of quiet lately, haven’t they? They’ve been pretty mellow for about 16 months now—ironically, about the same amount of time that I’ve been doing this blog—I wonder if there is any coincidence? ( LOL)
Well, you can pat yourself on the back for part of that. Finally tax payers are learning what type of scam has been pulled over their eyes for many years now by being told so much money was demanded for the teaching of our young, because we needed “quality” teachers in our classrooms. However, by the rash of scandals happening all over Cincinnati, most recently in Highlands High School in Northern Kentucky involving teachers having massive amounts of sex with the student population, it would seem the quality of our teachers are being recruited from Hooters and The Brass Ass strip clubs instead of Americas highest institutions of learning.
Yet during the above interview one must wonder who dropped mustache man Stuart Bassman on his head. His loose use of the word “compassion” is straight out of the progressive handbook of apologist behavior. Sorry Stuart, but the compassion is all used up buddy. I don’t give a rat’s ass whose hurting emotionally inside. They can hurt on their time, but when a teacher is in the classroom, they are “owned” by the community, and do not have a right to have sex with kids, no matter what their age.
For those out there with common sense, this is just one more example of what kind of quality we can see in the modern teaching profession. Make sure to send this article to all your friends and family so that when their local school asks for more money with a tax increase, they’ll know what their hard-earned money has bought them.
Oh, sorry teachers reading this—you think I’m being a big mean man. You wonder what I think a good teacher is, what I think would be worth the extraordinary amounts of money that we pay teachers. Well, I do have a teacher in mind who if our schools were filled with them, you’d hear no complaints by me.
Meet Miss Beadle. Now this is a teacher.
Instead, what we get are nymphomaniacs who can’t even wait to get home before having sex with young male students. Not my idea of a quality education.
Be sure to pass this on to someone who needs to learn what they are paying for in education.
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