Alvin Bragg is a liberal-radical-crooked ex-cop. Family members of crime victims need to organize. The one by one eulogies won’t get the crooks out of office.
MST thinks this is funny. Chris should join the above mentioned ADL. Will Rogers once said, “When the Oakies left Oklahoma and moved to California, it raised the I.Q. of both states.” That quote applies here. When Chris left Fox to go to CNN, it raised the IQ of both networks.
The Cold Editor: What did your poll from our loyal readers reveal, LL ?
Answer Cat: 81 % want to see ads in non-sanctuary states reminding everyone that: THE DEMOCRATS, not Joe or Kamala, are responsible for the shortages. They want to see some ads.
TCE: What else, AC ?
They want to see everyone switch to Skittles. The Brown Democrat Latinx MM looks slutty in the high heels. The new Green Woke Version looks like a street-walker in Go-Go Boots.
This is a crash scene where democrats were harvesting voting ballot boxes. The missing leader has since been captured. I wonder if the little dems were infected with Fauci viruses.
When I was a HS sophomore – decades ago! – my World History teacher was Mrs. Holloway, but we all called her Granny Holloway. She was a slight woman, scarcely 5 feet tall, seemingly fragile, but full of vim and vinegar….you know the type. She could speak for hours about the Fall of the Roman Empire, the Inquisition, the Industrial Revolution, and the World Wars. She never sat while she lectured, never stood at a lectern, but moved around the room making eye contact with all of her students. She was demanding too, and I can’t remember how many papers were sent back to me because she would note “you can do better than this, Miss Schaal.”
One day during class, an office aid interrupted her lecture to hand her a note. She read it silently, apologized, and said she needed to leave the room. We knew it had to be important because Granny Holloway stopped lectures for no one.
We sat in the room talking to one another when the door opened, and in walked Mrs. Abels, another teacher in our HS. She explained to us that Granny had been faced with an emergency, a serious one, and it was questionable if she would even be returning to finish out the semester. We were stunned. Would we get a chance to tell her goodbye? Would we get updates, so we would know she was ok? Mrs. Abels assured us that we need not worry, that Granny was safe but needed time away, and that the best thing we could do for her, and the best way we could show our devotion to her, was to be cooperative with her replacement. Mrs. Abels confirmed that she had been asked and had agreed to step in as Granny’s replacement.
Cheer up, she told us, this could be a good thing. Other teachers still believed in endless homework and projects with deadlines and hard work. She would not bring that into our class. She believed in clean slates. If there were grades that we did not like, she could give us a chance to bring them up. She asked us what suggestions we had to make the semester a better learning experience. Someone mentioned that lectures were boring and we wanted more films. Done, she said. Someone else mentioned that a free day now and then would help us if we needed to catch up on work in other classes. She didn’t see a problem with that. She asked us how we felt about an end-of-semester party. Um, yeah, sounded very good to us. And on and on. Mrs. Abels listened intently and agreed to all of our suggestions, continually emphasizing that her concern was that we have a good learning experience and enjoy the semester. She also reminded us that we were lucky to not be sent out to other classes where we would be working to catch up, and that of course this was all for Granny.
Near the end of the period, shortly before the bell rang, the door opened and Granny sauntered in with her usual Granny Holloway attitude. “How did they do?,” she asked. “Marvelous,” said Mrs. Abels. “They were completely in my hands.”
Granny then faced us and said “And that, my students, is how a dictator takes over a nation. Not with guns or tanks. They do it using promises and gifts.”
I can’t remember a lesson all through 12 years of public school that made such an impression on me, and has stayed with me.
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