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Golden Rules At the Finest Schools

I sent my daughter to the finest schools where she learned all the golden rules Race-baiting pays, one's pronouns are weighed with marijuana fill up the ashtrays 'B-' student in high school, all 'A's' in college 'Hmmm,' I thought to myself, 'No way!' Then I glanced at the names of her courses 'Kweer Poetry' and 'Intro to Transphobic Horses' So, I told my daughter she'd have to transfer into 'Business' ~ to be a hemp entrepeneur

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David Fisher

Date: 10/19/2023 5:35:00 PM

Another apt poem on those whacky wokies. Love the business decision at the end!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/19/2023 6:28:00 PM

Strictly business, David -- monkey business!

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 10/19/2023 2:26:00 PM

your poem struck a nerve with me. As a former teacher, I find the emphasis on pronouns, etc., a distraction from teaching and learning. I shudder when I think what will happen to the world with the pervasive need for diversity at the expense of real education. Okay, soap box here...so I'll stop. I liked your poem, needless to say. Hope you have a pleasant evening, Sara

Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/19/2023 6:29:00 PM

Go ahead, Sara, and get back on that soapbox. The pronoun panderers and the racism enablers need to hear from sane, principled people like you!