Good afternoon Earl:
I couldn't have said it better myself!!!
Well, actually . . . . . I think you were still being a little too polite.
JimmyJohns needs to have someone rip him a new one.
OK, and now, in response to
Jimbo Bubba Booey Johnny Boy!!!
[b][color=#FF00FF]JimmyJohns[/color][/b] wrote:Here's a big FAT MAN post.
Fat Man wrote:I was not allowed to go to school because I'm physically handicapped.
The first time I was kicked out of school was because I had failed to climb a rope in the gymnasium.
Never mind that I was passing all my other academic subjects such has, geography, history, social studies, and . . . SCIENCE AND MATH!!!
I was unable to climb the rope because of a crippled up left knee, the result of being in a car accident when I was a kid, but that made not difference to the PE coach. I was kicked out of school anyway.
Perhaps if you also had a crippled up leg, then you too would have been denied a decent education and would have been treated like a criminal.
I don't believe these stories for a second, I believe you are blowing it out of proportion, and possibly omitting a LARGE number of details. No one gets kicked out because they didn't climb a rope. Maybe you didn't graduate because you didn't fulfill a credit. Maybe you blew up and told the teacher to fuck himself, maybe you dropped trou and took a shit on the floor - but you DID NOT get kicked out of school for failure to climb a rope.
Yeah, just like coach Sandusky didn't molest kids in the locker room at Penn State for over 12 years!
Uh huh! We get it. Things like that just don't happen in our schools! Right???
YEAH RIGHT!!!
And yes, I did get suspended from a school because I failed to climb a rope in the gymnasium.
This actually happened.
It was in grade school, when I was living in a small town up in Northern Minnesota.
I was the only kid who was unable to climb the rope in my gym class because of my crippled up left knee. I was unable to run, and I walked with a limp. Also, I was in constant pain because of my fucked up knee.
The other kids started laughing, and the PE coach grabbed me my the ear and twisted it, and took me to the principal's office.
The principal said that I was suspended from school. I protested, because I thought it was unfair to be suspended for failing to climb a rope, especially since I was passing all my other academic subjects.
Then, the principal gave me either one two choices.
1.) Being suspended and sent home to my parents.
2.) If I refuse the suspension, then I would be locked up in a closet over night, and the authorities would come in the morning and take me to the detention facility in Red Wing.
So, I chose to be sent home to my parents instead.
And, yes . . . . . THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED!!!
I'm not making this up! Yes, I know it sounds unbelievable, but you can't make this shit up.
Bizarre things do happen.
Perfect example: Look what's happening in America today! Thanks to all those drooling moronic anti-science fuck-tards in our Republican party, America has become a parody of itself. I heard that MAD Magazine might fold, because they can't figure out how to do a parody on something in real life that is already a parody of itself. How can you do a parody of a parody?
Anyway . . . . .
Because of our good ol' American sports culture, blackmail and extortion is justified.
Oh! And kids get raped by the coaches! (See Penn State Scandal)
The following year, I had a teacher who was obsessed and really super Gung-Ho about PE and sports. One day, we were playing basketball, and the ball slipped out of my hands. My teacher pick up the ball, and punched me in the stomach as hard as he could. I nearly blacked out. It seemed like forever before I could breath again. He could have easily fractured my ribs. As it was, my ribs were sore for about a week afterwards.
Then, one day, as our class was getting books from the school library, I saw this Astronomy book I wanted, and my teacher would not allow me to check it out. He allowed all the other kids to check out any book they wanted, but I was not allowed to check out the book I wanted.
We got into an argument over it, and he dragged me out into the hallway, and pushed me back, bashing me head against the corner of the concrete block wall.
The following year, that teacher was fired, and could not get a teaching job anywhere else after that, but for me, the damage was done.
I nearly black out. I had a severe concision to the back of my head. I was 11 years old at the time, and for years afterward, during my teenage years, I had headaches and dizzy spells.
THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED! I'M NOT MAKING THIS UP!
Yeah! When I was in my teens, may favorite drink was Alka Seltzer on the rocks with a twist of lemon in it for my head aches.
As I got older, the headaches and dizzy spells became less severe and less frequent.
Oh! You would really love that small town up in Minnesota where I had lived!
I was 13 before our family moved down to New Mexico.
Yeah! You would really love that little town!
My 5th grade teacher was an arsonist! Yeah! That's right! Before coming to Minnesota, he had lived in Michigan and taught in a small two-room school house out in the country, and he was responsible for a fire there.
And, being a small town, we had a sheriff, a deputy, and only one cop. Our only cop, before coming to my home town, had been a cop in St. Cloud, and he was kicked off the police force after he had beaten and raped a 12 year old girl.
So, an arsonist was able to get a job as a school teacher, and a scum-bag pedophile and child rapist was able to get a job as a cop in my town.
But, I get kicked out of school for failing to climb a rope!
Yeah! A really nice town! It was a creepy sort of town, just like the small New England towns depicted in many Stephen King novels.
We had some really creepy people in that town. The only thing we didn't have were a clown living in the sewers, or Tommy Knockers!
Oh! But there's more!!!
It was bad enough putting up with the bullies in my neighborhood. Some of them were involved in a crime against an elderly person.
OK, it was one of those small railroad towns. We would get these hobos coming in off the freight trains. They would look for work, and move on. But, we had one who took up residence in an abandoned old shack out in the woods outside of town. He never bother anybody and kept to himself. He would come into town looking for odd jobs, like shoveling the sidewalks during the winter months, or doing some yard work for someone during the summer months, and return to his shack.
Anyway . . . . . some of the punks from my neighborhood ganged up on the old man, beat the crap out of him, and burned down his shack.
Those punks were never held accountable for their actions. They got away with it!
Oh! But I get kicked out of school because I failed to climb a rope in the gymnasium!
You know what???
I'm really getting sick and tired of having to repeat this stuff over again for every moronic sports-tard who comes into these forums, to register for a new user name, just for the sole purpose of harassing me!
Well, I suppose I should be flattered!
Or, perhaps, because I'm the most outspoken member and critic on these forums, with the highest number of forum posts, you moronic sports-tards must feel threatened by my presents on an obscure, insignificant, and pettily little Internet forum.
Uh huh! You all must feel threatened by my presence here.
Like, I have the ability to destroy the world of sports!
YEAH RIGHT!!! Like, don't I wish!!!
You're the third person so far, in this past year, who has come in here wearing a tin-foil hat, having some kind of delusional and paranoid conspiracy theory in (mind?) that I'm a threat to sports, so, you fuck-tards just come in here to call me a disgrace to humanity, or whatnot.
GET A LIFE!!!
Anyway . . . . .
Back on topic . . .
When I was in high school, my so-called "science" teacher was also the school's football coach, who was too damn busy coaching his team of pre-frontally lobotomized baboons, so he couldn't be bothered with teaching science in the classroom.
So, instead, he would set up the movie projector, then turn off the lights, and go out the door, leaving us all in the dark to watch stupid cartoons.
Yeah! I went to some really crummy schools and had some really shitty teachers!
Oh! And before you get on my case about being too fat, and how sports and PE are necessary to combat obesity, when I was a kid in grade school, I was not overweight yet. It was during my teenage years when I started getting overweight.
Also, competitive sports in NOT the only way to get exercise.
When I was a kid, during the summers I enjoyed riding my bicycle and swimming. I also liked hiking out in the woods, even though my left knee would hurt, and I walked with a limp, I still liked hiking in the woods.
And when our family moved down from Minnesota to New Mexico, I loved hiking out into the desert to bring back cactus for my cactus garden.
So, there are far better ways to get some exercise rather than sports and chasing a ball like a retarded little puppy dog!
Our family went on camping trips. We went to places like, The Black Hills of South Dakota, the Badlands, Devil's Tower in Wyoming, The Grand Canyon, and Yellowstone National Park. And I enjoyed hiking on the designated nature trails.
Yeah! Really fun places and things to do to get some exercise.
So, you just go ahead and bounce a ball out in your back yard behind your single-axle trailer home like a retarded Kindergartener, while more intelligent people go out exploring!
You know what?
We really don't have to marginalize you, and present you as an image of a child!
You really are just a child! You're a punk!
Yeah! You come in here and drop trou, only to show us that you have nothing down there, except for your shitty diaper!
So, years from now, after you have finally been toilet trained, when you're standing at the urinal, remember, don't bother to read the graffiti on the walls!
The real joke will be in your hand!
So, in the meantime . . . . .
Hit the road jack, and don't come back!