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Central Texas College
At NAS Alameda
 
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Well That Was Very Nice
To Learn About The Wonderfulness
Of Our Graduate Student
That's right.
Our Graduate Student is wonderful.
The liberal fascists are
just "talkin' shit"
when they villify him.
As Saul Alinsky preaches to them,
"Marginalize. Isolate. Demonize."
And that's what they've been doing to Our Graduate Student,
Our Wonderful Graduate Student.
Half-truths are no truth at all.
So, stay tuned. Keep readin'.
We got a lot of truth to tell.

So, We Were Talking About His Subbing.
That's right.
He subbed for a year and then taught summer school.

Summer School ?
Yeah. It was for that same district
where he did his student teaching.
They needed someone who could teach
drama, math, and something else...history, I think.
It's been a while
Very Easily.

How Did It Go ?
Eh, so so.
Summer schools have a lot of problem kids
making up courses
because they were behavior problems all year.
The other kids are there mostly to have fun.
Enrichment kind of stuff, keepin' 'em off the street.

The principal was a flake
from one of these uppity schools in a nice area.
She did ok with nice, motivated kids from good homes,
but she couldn't manage the hordes of jr. high kids
from throughout the area.

One of the first problems was that
there was no "bell" system working at the summer school.
There was no way to call the kid to class
after the recesses.
They'd just be swarmin' all over the campus,
gettin' into trouble and fights.
So, Our Graduate Student goes out and buys a whistle.
He blows the whistle loud and clear
when recess was over.
Problem solved.
She calls him a genius.
He rolls his eyes (secretly).
Common sense ? Yes.
Genius ? Well, not in that particular case.
Besides, genius is 99% perspiration.

She was a liberal flake and so were the other teachers.
She had to count on Our Graduate Student
to solve any "real" problems
(as opposed to imaginary problems in the liberal head).
On the last day of school,
one of the boys was defiantly skulking around
with one of her basketballs
and she said she was afraid he was going
to "throw it through one of the windows."
So Our Graduate Student just walks up to him
and the boy drops it.
So, she's all grateful for that help,
but when she evaluated him,
she said there was "no joy" in his classes.
Yeah, they're bouncin' off the wall
and she wants joy.
You've got that 5% that absoutely ruins it,
that takes 99% of the teacher's time and energy
and she wants joy.

In fact,
She never actually ever even once observed him teach.

Actually, the DRAMA class was kind of fun.
He found some good skits somehow somewhere
and they had some fun in class with them,
but it was beyond his expertise to
actually get a class play on stage accomplished.
They were a mostly nice bunch of kids
taking it for enrichment.
Problem is, Our Graduate Student
had only taken one improv class at sac city (the sla hideout)
and that's all he knew about drama.
He had been up front about it though.
Like I said, he was teaching 3 subjects that summer.
He was strong in two.
Drama he was winging.
Actually, he was quite professional about it.
The first thing he did was contact the girl
who had taught that improv class at sac city.
She was a little bitch and said she didn't remember him
and refused to help him
with any ideas or advice
on how to conduct a summer school drama class
for jr. high kids.
How collegial is that ?
Does that have anything to do with the conspiracy ?
He didn't think so at the time.
Didn't even dream there was a conspiracy.
Just thought she was a bitch.
All the white bitches were bitches, it seemed.

The principal lectured Our Graduate Student
that one of the other teachers,
a liberal one with a beard,
talked to the boys nice
and found out who was dealin' drugs that way.
Our Graduate Student thought he was a teacher, not a cop.
He never did quite get that right.
He always thought that teachers
were supposed to be teachers.
Silly Graduate Student !
Teachers are supposed to be everything.
They walk on water as soon as they're annointed
with that certificate they get stamped at the traffic school.
They're supposed to be cops, psychiatrists, counselors,
parents, friends, preachers, political activists...
Silly, silly Graduate Student !
He thinks teachers should be teachers !

That's Really Funny.
How Naive !
I know.
One day she told Our Graduate Student
how she was so lenient with her regular high school class.
She trusted them.
She had a class of special ed kids.
Sometimes she would just leave them alone in the class
when she went to the office to do something.
She never had any problems, she said.
She trusted them.
The power of trust.
Like I said, teachers are supposed to be preachers, too.
So, Our Graduate Student's standin' there thinkin',
"That's against the fucking law !
If I abandoned a class like that
and left them without adult supervision,
I'd lose my license and maybe be prosecuted !"

So Ms Incompetent Liberal
eventually became a principal at one of them
nice big high schools in a nice neighborhood.
She didn't have enough sense
to bring a whistle or a bell to school.

But the joy. No joy !
Can't teach a class without joy.
Our Graduate Student was a mean-spirited
HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING !
Well, actually he had a lot of joy that summer
with one of the students.
That student was his daughter
who he enrolled in summer school about a mile away.
He bought two season passes
to Waterworld at Cal Expo nearby
and they went there every day
and played in the pools and wave pool
and on the waterslides until closing time.
Sometimes they'd go to a movie cineplex
and watch movies all afternoon
and escape the 100 degree heat that way.
Often, they'd eat dinner
at a quiet chinese restaurant down the street.
Competent professional teacher ?
Yes.
horrible human being ?
No.
Lose the myth, dude. It's so uncool.

Anyway, Our Graduate Student
got a class A truck driver's license that summer,
thinking that would be a good summer job,
low stress, easy on the mind,
a good break from teaching.
Little did he know
driving would be his main source of income
over the next two decades.

He doesn't remember every month
for the next two years,
but he does recall the major things.

After teaching summer school,
he drove tomato trucks and hauled walnuts,
and then got his first over-the-road job,
driving up and down Interstate 5
between L.A. and Seattle.

During October and November, 1988,
he managed to find time to get involved
in the Bush/Quayle Victory '88 Presidential Campaign.

How Did That Come About ?
Somebody from the Republican Party
called him and invited him to come to the airport
to join a group meeting Quayle.

Our Graduate Student doesn't remember for sure
how they even got his number.
He does remember that, back in 1982,
during The Newsletter days,
he was completely exasperated with liberals
and that no one appeared to be responding
to their lunacy.
Finally, he concluded that the only group
that was against the liberal Democrats
was the Republican Party,
so he contacted them,
but he doesn't ever remember getting any reply
until 6 years later in 1988
when he got that call.

Our Graduate Student was FURIOUS
at the way the liberal press was mocking Quayle.
Remember, Our Graduate Student had been through that
in 1982 when he wrote The Newsletters,
and then at the sla hideout there at sac city college,
and then at sac state again
and then during his student teaching.
And, also, in the late sixties and early seventies,
he lived with liberal activists,
people who schmoozed with Abbie Hoffman.
He knew these liberal motherfuckers from the inside.
His former brother-in-law was a perverted punkass
professor up at city college in Manhattan.
They enjoyed his well-deserved loathing.

So he shows up at Sacramento Airport
and he sees the same old shit from the sixties.
Some punk kid is all dressed up in a chicken suit
and this big, 400-pound cameraman from San Francisco
was there to oblige the boy
and make it seem that the whole gathering
was a liberal protest against Quayle the "coward."

Our Graduate Student had met this cameraman before
and knew he was an asshole.
A few years before that,
a mass murderer had rented a house
a half block away from Our Graduate Student's house.
He'd killed several prostitutes
and had buried some in the yard there.
One day Our Graduate Student was walking down the sidewalk
and this cameraman blocks his way
like a big, rude bully, like a thug.
It really surprised Our Graduate Student,
who thought highly of the media.
So, he recognized this cameraman
who looked like a Hell's Angel on steroids
and he sees the lie, the farce,
that he's helpin' the boy in the chicken suit tell.

So, Our Graduate Student picks up a sign
that's on a skinny, long stick
and starts waving it in front of the camera,
back and forth, back and forth,
over and over and over and over again
very, very, very slowly
and started yelling over and over and over again,
REAL LOUD
"THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !"
All the other Republicans were clueless
and had never been near a demonstration
in their entire lives.
This was child's play for Our Graduate Student.
He NEVER stopped.
He kept his sign RIGHT IN FRONT ON THAT CAMERA,
from 2 to 10 inches away,
and kept on shouting, NONSTOP,
"THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !
THIS ISN'T WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE !"
So, finally, some of the Republicans caught on
and started mocking the boy
(you see, THAT's how you do it.
You turn it AROUND, back on them !),
and the boy finally gets escorted away by security
for his own safety.
Then an African American kid comes down
and takes his place right in front of the camera.
The liberals are playin' the race card,
the liberals' favorite tactic, strategy even.
So, OUr Graduate Student continues exercising
HIS right to Free Speech
regardless of the boy's color.
The interviewers drew closer to each other
and Our Graduate Student slowed down the sign,
keeping it right in front of their faces,
inches from both of them.
The African American boy gets upset
and starts to push Our Graduate Student
who responds each time with a push
of EXACTLY equal force.

RACIST !
RACIST !
RACIST !
You're funny.
So, this only happens 2 or 3 times
and the black kid realizes
he's not gonna intimidate or provoke THIS white guy.
Then, the totally frustrated and outmaneuvered cameraman
starts to lose it.
He starts kickin' and shakin' and movin' and gyratin'
like a bull in a bullpen.
Our Graduate Student steps back and starts chanting,
"The press it gettin' violent !
The press it gettin' violent !
The press it gettin' violent !
The press it gettin' violent !"
It wasn't clever.
It was all he thought of at the moment.
But it didn't matter what you said.
Our Graduate Student had learned that
from demonstrations in his youth.
He'd heard them chant almost anything.
As long as you're all chanting TOGETHER,
against THEM !
The important thing was to start RIGHT AWAY
and not lose momentum.
Then Our Graduate Student turns to the crowd,
like a cheerleader,
"The press it gettin' violent !
The press it gettin' violent !
The press it gettin' violent !"
They join it.
It was David against Goliath,
and we all know how that turned out.
The 400-pound hell's angel skulked away,
defeated.
They let Dan Quayle out of the plane
to be greeted by his supporters.
Our Graduate Student yells to him,
"Go On The Offensive, Dan !
Go On The Offensive, Mr. Quayle !"
He wasn't quite sure how to address him,
so he tried both,
but the important part was the message.
He could see, like a lot of people,
that the press and blindsided Quayle
and had made Quayle unsure of himself
in this crazy, bratty, irrational world of theirs.

So, then they keep callin' him up
and inviting him to things.
He went to a couple of rally dinners.
He got invited to greet Gov. Deukmejian
there in a room at the Ca State Capitol.
It was quite an intense experience.
It was a small room filled to capacity
with only 20 or 30 people, at most.
When the Governor arrived,
everyone clapped so loud and for so long
that it felt like a rock concert.
Our Graduate Student saw that assessor guy
from the chinese united methodist church there,
but he didn't greet
Our Graduate Student then
or on a couple of other occasions at buffet dinners.
Our Graduate Student went to that church later
to do a reality check
and all the guy did was give him a political button.
He didn't even know the guy was a Republican.
Chinese kinda play it both ways.
I mean, they're "minorities",
so the benefit from the liberal agenda,
but they're hard-working "model citizens"
family-oriented like Republicans.

So, Our Graduate Student
Goes From Driving A Truck
To Schmoozing With The Governor !?
Funny. Funny. You're very funny.
Actually, he also got to meet U.S. Senator Pete Wilson,
who later was elected Governor.
Our Graduate Student was sitting at the phone bank
and Senator Wilson came and sat next to him
and warmly greeted him.
So, Our Graduate Student just greeted him back
and kept on calling.
He was kind of clueless about schmoozing.
He's more of an idea guy.
He figured that's what he was supposed to do,
just politely greet The Senator and keep on calling.
Later on, he realized that was an opportunity of a lifetime.
It was kind of like when Albert Shanker came up to him
and greeted him.
It was sort of an unexpected shock or surprise
that left him flatfooted in both cases.

To Bad He Wasn't Drunk
Like That Time He Joked With Norman Mailer.
Ha ha. Funny again.
I suppose that would have been a great idea
to show up at Albert Shanker's debate drunk
or to meet Senator Wilson drunk.

Of Course Not.
But Anyway, Then What ?
Well, that was the Fall of 1988.
He drove over-the-road for several months,
then in The Spring,
he responded to an ad for a teacher
down at the Naval Air Station in Alameda, near S.F.
He had been stationed there on the USS Enterprise,
so he was very familiar with the base.
It was like home.
So, he interviewed and got the job
and taught two one-month contracts,
in March and April.
It only paid $1,000 a month.
You could make more than twice that subbing every day,
and much more than that even, as a regular teacher.
He was there five days a week and drove home weekends.
He slept in the classroom
and took "stand-up" "towel-wipe" showers in the "head."
He missed his daughter,
but he enjoyed taking long walks
along Alameda's bike path by S.F.Bay each evening.
And, he liked being on the base again.

It was more professional than public school teaching.
He worked for Central Texas College
teaching Math (arithmetic) and English to servicemen.
Half the English class consisted of Filipinos
for whom English was a second language.
He got to wear a jacket and tie like an adult professional
and the supervisor really liked that.
It was good to get out of the liberal culture
and into a grown-up culture.

After two months, he was offered a position
teaching on a ship,
and they said he'd have a stateroom
and be treated like a Lieutenant Commander.
In retrospect, he should have accepted.
In retrospect, he thinks that the whole job
was a result of his political activities in Victory '88
and that they put that ad in the paper
way up there in Sacramento just for him to find.

He had two very different students the second month.
One was a Marine.
The other was a smartass sailor.
At the end of the four-week class,
he wrote a letter to each of their commanders.
The marine was a tremendous asset to the class.
His aura was professional and his demeanor
and behavior were nothing less than inspiring.
The other kid was a pain in the ass.
ALL THE TIME.
Sometimes Our Graduate Student had to walk it off
during recess and lunch, the kid made him so man.
He wrote a letter to each commander,
saying just that,
one praising The Marine,
the other scolding the smartass sailor.
He submitted them both to his supervisor
who indicated that he didn't intend to forward
the scolding letter because the consequences
would be too severe.
Typical liberal wishy-washy educator.
He didn't have to put up with the fucking brat
for four weeks.
That was pretty much the final straw,
the lack of support.
There were other issues.
He'd already put in his time at sea.
A female had done that job
and had gotten her picture on the front page
like she'd just won WWII singlehandedly.
She didn't have to put in 3 years on a ship like he did.
And it was his daughter, again.
Why couldn't HE stay at home and be with his family ?

Another thing that came of his political activity,
was that he was welcomed
and protected in Alaska.

OK
Very Easily.
 
OK
Very Easily.