A New Year's Serve

[bottle]

Well, I for one am glad you're out of there. You were in over your head.

Thank you. That's nice. Would have been over your head too. Or over anybody's head.

[10splayer]

American Education All Set

A HISTORY OF THE WORLD (name of the book we used in the five hours of social studies I taught yesterday).



I can't find the post where teachestennis equates me with everything wrong in American education. He must have deleted it. I proceed anyway.

I got fired because I could not handle the discipline component required for long-term substitute work in an overcrowded Betsy de Vos charter school.

Also, the school canceled its contract with my sponsoring organization, which meant that a wonderful math teacher from Somalia lost his job at the same time.

The incident included a teacher with dyed blonde hair bursting into my classroom and demanding to know who hit me.

"Nobody hit me," I said. "That is a rumor."

The incident involved two provocateurs coming to more than their scheduled one of my five classes on Wednesday just as they did on Tuesday.

A good thing I have fast reflexes from playing tennis even though I am 78 years old.

I lost a new stapler and a staple remover, don't want to go back to the school to try and retrieve them. I'll use paper clips next time if there is a next time.

Thanks for the voodoo, guys. To quote Vachel Lindsay, "Mumbo-jumbo will voodoo you."

The future of American education is secure.

Well, I for one am glad you're out of there. You were in over your head.

[bottle]

http://readersupportednews.org/opinion2/277-75/45717-focus-why-hate-speech-is-not-free-speech

[bottle]

American Education All Set

A HISTORY OF THE WORLD (name of the book we used in the five hours of social studies I taught yesterday).

teachestennis may be even worse. When I take everybody together I begin to approach the conclusion that I don't like people who teach tennis very much. But there are great exceptions. Jim Kacian, Shea Brown, Sebastien Foka, and -- if I may drop a name-- Luke Jensen come to mind. I associate some great teachers with Tennis Player as well. Everybody agrees on who they are.

I can't find the post where teachestennis equates me with everything wrong in American education. He must have deleted it. I proceed anyway.

I got fired because I could not handle the discipline component required for long-term substitute work in an overcrowded Betsy de Vos charter school.

Also, the school canceled its contract with my sponsoring organization, which meant that a wonderful math teacher from Somalia lost his job at the same time.

The incident included a teacher with dyed blonde hair bursting into my classroom and demanding to know who hit me.

"Nobody hit me," I said. "That is a rumor."

The incident involved two provocateurs coming to more than their scheduled one of my five classes on Wednesday just as they did on Tuesday.

A good thing I have fast reflexes from playing tennis even though I am 78 years old.

I lost a new stapler and a staple remover, don't want to go back to the school to try and retrieve them. I'll use paper clips next time if there is a next time.

Thanks for the voodoo, guys. To quote Vachel Lindsay, "Mumbo-jumbo will voodoo you."

The future of American education is secure.

[bottle]

[QUOTE=don_budge;n65886]

I think I like women and African Americans as much as the next guy. I look past the demographics as much as possible and see people...which have a tendency to disappoint in general. Can one be accused of racism if their faith in the human race comes up short of smelling like roses?
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Certainly. The one has nothing to do with the other.

[bottle]

Silly boy.

[don_budge]

With Steve, who also has directed unforgivable language my way, things are different in that I met with him and there is considerable history in this relationship behind both of us.

Let's all have a bit of dignity. It isn't necessary to take down every person who has a voice

I can only hope that I am done with this now. It has been a stain on don_budge's legacy to have been drawn into this fiasco of childish nonsense. Unforgivable language? Listen to me Escher...I didn't like being called Nazi, Bigot, Racist, Sexist, Misogynist by you anymore than I liked being called a nigger by others in the past. Other names. Always names. A host of Indian names. I didn't like the ones that I love most in the world being dragged into this. You are no better than the nemesis of my past. You are a bigot of the worst kind and of course you cannot see it as you believe your own lies. I hate hypocrites more than anything.

We had a history? Yeah...until I met you in person and realized what a bigot you were. Immediately you tried to paint me into a picture of your own rendering...you wanted to label me in the worst way. Republican! Conservative! Just as you have called me names ever since. Just because I don't subscribe to your ideology. I won't be dragged into stooping to your level. Your obsession with Trump hating has changed you. Fundamentally. At the very least it has changed your personna. I wonder if this had something to do with your breakup. It's none of my business.

I didn't like those people that did that to me in the past but it taught me something in life. About life. When I was young it fueled my tennis playing. I played with a vengeance. I destroyed people. On the tennis court. I know why Richard Gonzalez was so ferocious. I could destroy you. But I am not going to do it. Because Jesus told me so. Don't do it he said.

I feel the same sort of thing here in Sweden...the land of Liberalism. But beneath every beating heart lies the beast. The human being. The Human Race. Go ahead...label me a racist. I am the outsider. Always have been and always will be. I don't care if it is 10 billion against one...the odds do not daunt me. I stand alone...on my own merits and my own liabilities.

By all means...go and fuck yourself. The world too. The tennis world too. You have taught me the great lesson once again The Great Educator. The Great Bastion of Education. You teach the word hate better than anyone I have ever known. No sympathy from me...you made your bed. Go and lie in it. You owe everyone here an apology. But it isn't coming.

[bottle]

teachestennis may be even worse. When I take everybody together I begin to approach the conclusion that I don't like people who teach tennis very much. But there are great exceptions. Jim Kacian, Shea Brown, Sebastien Foka, and -- if I may drop a name-- Luke Jensen come to mind. I associate some great teachers with Tennis Player as well. Everybody agrees on who they are.

[bottle]

Oh trust me, I'm very straightforward, and if I felt that way i'd say so. In your case, I just find you a pathetic, clueless, old man shouldered with the "what ifs". You're obviously an angry old man, and I find that sad. But wishing your death? Come on, for that to be the case, one would have to believe I somehow obsess and/or am consumed by your opinion. Get a grip.

And WHY in the world should I trust you? It's not just the self-feed in the middle of the highway thing but the recent image you used to describe me. A self-image of yourself, I might add, since all writing is autobiographical. It seems to me that when you engage in conversation with somebody in a forum like this you make some kind of a compact not to use language like that. We certainly, once you did that, could never be friends nor could there ever be redemption of any kind. I am not an elephant but I will never forget. And what is this crap about getting a grip and having a sad and angry life? And what do you really know about my life? Very little, I would submit. To me I'm having a great life right now-- difficult for sure but that is part of its greatness.

With Steve, who also has directed unforgivable language my way, things are different in that I met with him and there is considerable history in this relationship behind both of us. You are simply "a thoroughly unsympathetic character" to use your own other phrase for me. Again, though, I don't want your sympathy since it would make me want to...no, I won't say that again. Will try to restrain myself. And suggest you do the same.

I don't want to play with you as partner at the tennis social. Would play with one of several good partners against you though.

Let's all have a bit of dignity. It isn't necessary to take down every person who has a voice.

[bottle]

I never look in the mirror. I have lost what looks I had.

You'll probably delete that one later.

[don_budge]

don_budge is the one to whom this is addressed.

I'll let you take over my sixth hour class. Cultural insensitivity really goes over well there. We'll retool the looting video to have voiceover by Donald Trump. But this school is not Grand Valley State. Audio-visual equipment exists but so far doesn't work. We may need direct financing from Betsy De Vos's personal pocketbook before you can show your precious video.

If I am about to last for ten minutes more, you would make it through two.

And if you are as good looking as you think, you need to read the short story "The Universal Fears" by John Hawkes. After what happens to the teacher in that one-- on a Monday morning "bright as the birds"-- he returns to his flat with a mountainous turban of medical gauze on his head and there he talks to his dog named "Murph" not "Puntzie."

All the hens in the henhouse are asquawk. Hurrah! Easy, much too easy.

I never look in the mirror. I have lost what looks I had.

[10splayer]

I find the joking more offensive than if you just came out and said, "Die, fool! " Humor, no. Joking without humor, yes. Joking in a jugular vein. Words have their own life. You can't change them once they have left the nest (or this case) mess of your brain. And your sympathy would make me puke.

Wake up you old image of Gawd
Get on with your sinful existence
Continue to perpetrate fraud
The Lord will reward your persistence.
Double-cross your old mother, you turd,
And sell your young wife in her bed.
You thing G.O.D.'s just a word?
He'll show you as soon as you're dead.

Oh trust me, I'm very straightforward, and if I felt that way i'd say so. In your case, I just find you a pathetic, clueless, old man shouldered with the "what ifs". You're obviously an angry old man, and I find that sad. But wishing your death? Come on, for that to be the case, one would have to believe I somehow obsess and/or am consumed by your opinion. Get a grip.

[bottle]

She called you a nut. And if she called you a man of the world, now she thinks you are a hick.

don_budge is the one to whom this is addressed.

I'll let you take over my sixth hour class. Cultural insensitivity really goes over well there. We'll retool the looting video to have voiceover by Donald Trump. But this school is not Grand Valley State. Audio-visual equipment exists but so far doesn't work. We may need direct financing from Betsy De Vos's personal pocketbook before you can show your precious video.

If I am about to last for ten minutes more, you would make it through two.

And if you are as good looking as you think, you need to read the short story "The Universal Fears" by John Hawkes. After what happens to the teacher in that one-- on a Monday morning "bright as the birds"-- he returns to his flat with a mountainous turban of medical gauze on his head and there he talks to his dog named "Murph" not "Puntzie."

All the hens in the henhouse are asquawk. Hurrah! Easy, much too easy.

[bottle]

Oh Bottle...Do you really think I wish for your death? Do you really believe I was not joking? Are you really going to take the victims role? Come on. Make no mistake about it, I find you a wholly unsympathetic character, but I certainly wouldn't wish that on anyone. Truth is, I find your story a sad one.

I find the joking more offensive than if you just came out and said, "Die, fool! " Humor, no. Joking without humor, yes. Joking in a jugular vein. Words have their own life. You can't change them once they have left the nest (or this case) mess of your brain. And your sympathy would make me puke.

Wake up you old image of Gawd
Get on with your sinful existence
Continue to perpetrate fraud
The Lord will reward your persistence.
Double-cross your old mother, you turd,
And sell your young wife in her bed.
You thing G.O.D.'s just a word?
He'll show you as soon as you're dead.

[10splayer]

Questions

Having been photographically burned in effigy one time in the Tennis Warehouse discussion board, I think nothing of using voodoo dolls to take revenge on my electronic antagonists whether here or someplace else.

The dude will be halfway through a forehand when suddenly he will feel a long pin in the process of running through the top of his shoulder carapace from front to back.

This is somewhat similar to 10splayer wishing my death on a Michigan intrastate. He did not specify slow or quick. Slow, I imagine.

I took this seriously in that both my recent partner Hope and I had separate, horrendous blowouts on these roads in our separate vehicles.

My previous Hungarian girlfriend, a mystical person, taught me to be very superstitious about all such threats on anyone's person since they often come true.

But when 10splayer calls me a "whack-job" as he has frequently done, is he just showing the result of an impoverished vocabulary or actually accusing me of masturbation? And how, I would like to know, does he know anything about that? Any more than he knows my publishing history? How can he know anything about the past New York literary agents who actually took on my work (four to six depending on interpretation)?

And how does one determine success in New York publishing? A best-seller? That would be a failure, wouldn't it?

In any case, Annie Dillard wrote at her website, "I am unaware of any publishers taking on new writers at this time."

And as Pliny wrote long ago, There is nothing certain but uncertainty, and nothing more miserable and arrogant than man.

Oh Bottle...Do you really think I wish for your death? Do you really believe I was not joking? Are you really going to take the victims role? Come on. Make no mistake about it, I find you a wholly unsympathetic character, but I certainly wouldn't wish that on anyone. Truth is, I find your story a sad one.