I post here sometimes about what it's like to be a lone wolf conservative teacher in a profession drowning in liberal filth. Well, many of my coworkers are going to be in an absolute state of rage and grief today, telling the kids all kinds of crazy things. And all I want to do is stay home, rest, drink coffee, and watch more coverage of our dear POTUS.
The teacher in the room next to mine has been saying all semester that Trump supporters are all woman-hating morons, that Kamala would have no trouble defeating the king baby, and that we wouldn't know the election results for a week. I said to her yesterday, "Oh, I think we'll know tomorrow." And her response: " No, Trump will drag it out for a week or more! Then Kamala will win." I just smiled. It feels good to be a part of something so big and so RIGHT, even when I have to hide my little light so often. Last night, the world got brighter and better, and for the first time in a LONG time, I feel like dreaming again. IT IS A GOOD DAY, even if I have to spend it at work, soaking up the blue tears.
Kids are so much wiser than they get credit for being. I remember getting strange looks for the, for lack of better terms, adult answers to my son when he was very young. It is just my nature to explain, maybe over explain, answers to questions with regard to things that I know. At the time I wondered if I was just being silly. Now that I have an adult son, I know that I was likely under explaining what I knew.
I'm guessing that it was what is happening to our children that drew you into the fight. That is certainly what brought me here. It all started with Podesta's emails for me. The children are everyone's greatest commodity. It is our duty to be here. Good on you for toughing it out in the school system. They are working overtime to drive people like you and my wife out so that they can run rough shod over the simpletons who remain. They want everyone who knows how things used to be out of the way. Same with the police. Probably everywhere.