You couldn’t make this stuff up. A black high school principal in Chicago is under pressure to resign for asking students who join the protests not to participate in violence or looting.
You couldn’t make this stuff up. A black high school principal in Chicago is under pressure to resign for asking students who join the protests not to participate in violence or looting.
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What kind of an educator believes reading and writing are more important than burning and looting? Nowadays, an unemployed educator.
The dem lunatics are running the asylums.
And from the land of Chaz...
Autonomous Zone Day 1
Dear Professor Whoake, Well, we did it. I can’t believe we are actually dismantling the system! We got the cops out and set up a few co-ops food stands like you suggested. People are very happy. Everyone has really positive status updates. Talk soon.
A.Z. Day 2
Hey Professor Whoake, So minor set back. A roaming band of homeless steampunks stole the co-ops supplies. We have a few sketchy pieces of fruit and enough water to last until tomorrow when we can resupply. The stores closed tho so I’m not sure where to go? Ttyl
A.Z. Day 2 [dusk]
they took the fruit and water. I don’t understand the steampunk genre. There’s rumors of a rapper warlord wandering around with an ak47. Your classes never taught us how to deal with that. Starting to think need a group of people to enforce our laws...
Day 3
U know what? F*** you “Professor” Yeah. I slept in a hut made from a torn down street sign & a CVS shopping cart. Pretty sure someone used me as a toilet. I have to pay armed guys to charge my device now. paid $13 just to be sure I could text u this 🖕🏼 I’m changing majors.
Day 4
no escape. a gypsy bartered me to the s/e sector warlord in exchange for the bagel store's wifi password. my warlord's name is Indigo Peaceblade. I recognize him from the Starbucks on Clark Ave. i think his real name is bryce. my job's to collect feces for farm soil.
day 5
the farm has been lost. A meth head took it over and challenged everyone to mortal combat for the farm. Yes, it’s basically just a small pile of soil on top of some cardboard but it’s our small pile of soil on top of cardboard. At least it was. He had two bamboo spears.
day 6
camp was raided by a quartet of unicyclers. i fled during the fracas. While roaming a neutral zone i was confronted by a man known as Big Juice. He controls a very large supply of batteries. He has deals with many warlords. No one touches Big Juice. i'm under his wing.
Excellent!
How dare a principal hold students to a civilized standard. The sister isn't down for the struggle and free shit. What a load of CRAP. Is it anyone wonder the place is nothing more than a cesspool. Shitcago has been run by the dip shits since the mid-50s. Where is the Reverend Wright? What about jackass?