The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their behinds
'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8, Technobarbarian wrote:puss gutted bully could dole out! I was still as a tomb, despite his torturous efforts... I never told my mom, but later that night she saw the welts on my ass & legs, and became outraged... She threatened to sue the school, and / or, send my
The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their behinds
'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade teacher, Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing rocks... I was sentenced to three swats from his belt... However, because I refused to cry, he added on two more, as hard as the
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
On 12/1/2022 12:26 PM, film...@gmail.com wrote:
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8, Technobarbarian
wrote:
The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their behinds
'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade teacher,
Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing rocks... I was
sentenced to three swats from his belt... However, because I
refused to cry, he added on two more, as hard as the puss gutted
bully could dole out! I was still as a tomb, despite his torturous
efforts... I never told my mom, but later that night she saw the
welts on my ass & legs, and became outraged... She threatened to
sue the school, and / or, send my father down to that schoolhouse,
to kick Mr. Olmstead's ass! Several meetings followed, and I
received a public apology from the prick, which created a lasting
hatred from him.... The following year, he didn't return to teach....
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
Back in the day we had teachers competing to see who could have the most painful looking paddle. The theory was that putting holes in
it would reduce the wind resistance and increase the impact by
reducing the surface area. By the time they ended the practice it had
become a badge of honor that could improve your social standing.
Unless you cried like a girl.
You were lucky. Those swats probably saved you from becoming a criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still, a metrosexual. A few more
swats and he might have saved you from becoming a guitar player.
On 12/1/2022 2:30 PM, bfh wrote:
Technobarbarian wrote:
On 12/1/2022 12:26 PM, film...@gmail.com wrote:
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8, Technobarbarian
wrote:
The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their
behinds
'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade teacher,
Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing rocks...  I >>>> was sentenced to three swats from his belt... However, because I
refused to cry, he added on two more, as hard as the puss
gutted bully could dole out! I was still as a tomb, despite
his torturous efforts...  I never told my mom, but later that >>>> night she saw the welts on my ass & legs, and became
outraged... She threatened to sue the school, and / or, send
my father down to that schoolhouse, to kick Mr. Olmstead's ass!Â
Several meetings followed, and I received a public apology from
the prick, which created a lasting hatred from him.... The
following year, he didn't return to teach....
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
     Back in the day we had teachers competing to see who >>> could have the most painful looking paddle. The theory was that
putting holes in it would reduce the wind resistance and increase
the impact by reducing the surface area. By the time they ended the
practice it had become a badge of honor that could improve your
social standing. Unless you cried like a girl.
     You were lucky. Those swats probably saved you from >>> becoming a criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still, a
metrosexual. A few more swats and he might have saved you from
becoming a guitar player.
I could be a rurasexual, but I refuse to wear bib overalls and a
John Deere ball cap. Or any ball cap.
Unless you wear a worn out straw hat I don't think you qualify for rurasexual. You sound dangerously close to normcore.
"Normcore wearers are people who do not wish to distinguish themselves
from others by their clothing.[14] This is not to mean that they are unfashionable people who wear whatever comes to hand, but that they consciously choose clothes that are functional and undistinguished.
The "normcore" trend has been interpreted as a reaction to fashion oversaturation resulting from ever faster-changing fashion trends.[15]
Normcore clothes include everyday items of casual wear such as
t-shirts, hoodies, polos, short-sleeved shirts, jeans and chino pants,
but not items such as neckties or blouses. These clothes are worn by
men and women alike, making normcore a unisex style"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Normcore
Technobarbarian wrote:
On 12/1/2022 12:26 PM, film...@gmail.com wrote:
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8, Technobarbarian
wrote:
The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their behinds >>>> 'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade teacher,
Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing rocks... I was
sentenced to three swats from his belt... However, because I refused
to cry, he added on two more, as hard as the puss gutted bully
could dole out! I was still as a tomb, despite his torturous
efforts... I never told my mom, but later that night she saw the
welts on my ass & legs, and became outraged... She threatened to
sue the school, and / or, send my father down to that schoolhouse,
to kick Mr. Olmstead's ass! Several meetings followed, and I
received a public apology from the prick, which created a lasting
hatred from him.... The following year, he didn't return to teach....
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
Back in the day we had teachers competing to see who could have >> the most painful looking paddle. The theory was that putting holes in
it would reduce the wind resistance and increase the impact by
reducing the surface area. By the time they ended the practice it had
become a badge of honor that could improve your social standing.
Unless you cried like a girl.
You were lucky. Those swats probably saved you from becoming a
criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still, a metrosexual. A few more
swats and he might have saved you from becoming a guitar player.
I could be a rurasexual, but I refuse to wear bib overalls and a John
Deere ball cap. Or any ball cap.
On 12/1/2022 5:11 PM, bfh wrote:
Technobarbarian wrote:
On 12/1/2022 2:30 PM, bfh wrote:
Technobarbarian wrote:
On 12/1/2022 12:26 PM, film...@gmail.com wrote:
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8, Technobarbarian >>>>>> wrote:
The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their
behinds
'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade teacher, >>>>>> Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing rocks...  I >>>>>> was sentenced to three swats from his belt... However, because I >>>>>> refused to cry, he added on two more, as hard as the puss
gutted bully could dole out! I was still as a tomb, despite >>>>>> his torturous efforts...  I never told my mom, but later that >>>>>> night she saw the welts on my ass & legs, and became
outraged... She threatened to sue the school, and / or, send >>>>>> my father down to that schoolhouse, to kick Mr. Olmstead's ass!Â
Several meetings followed, and I received a public apology from >>>>>> the prick, which created a lasting hatred from him.... The >>>>>> following year, he didn't return to teach....
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
     Back in the day we had teachers competing to see who >>>>> could have the most painful looking paddle. The theory was that
putting holes in it would reduce the wind resistance and increase
the impact by reducing the surface area. By the time they ended the
practice it had become a badge of honor that could improve your
social standing. Unless you cried like a girl.
     You were lucky. Those swats probably saved you from >>>>> becoming a criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still, a
metrosexual. A few more swats and he might have saved you from
becoming a guitar player.
I could be a rurasexual, but I refuse to wear bib overalls and a
John Deere ball cap. Or any ball cap.
Unless you wear a worn out straw hat I don't think you qualify >>> for rurasexual. You sound dangerously close to normcore.
I wear a worn out straw hat........but not to Walmart or funerals.
"Normcore wearers are people who do not wish to distinguish
themselves from others by their clothing.[14] This is not to mean
that they are unfashionable people who wear whatever comes to hand,
but that they consciously choose clothes that are functional and
undistinguished. The "normcore" trend has been interpreted as a
reaction to fashion oversaturation resulting from ever
faster-changing fashion trends.[15]
Normcore clothes include everyday items of casual wear such as
t-shirts, hoodies, polos, short-sleeved shirts, jeans and chino
pants, but not items such as neckties or blouses. These clothes are
worn by men and women alike, making normcore a unisex style"
I don't know what percentage of those must be worn or not worn to be
normcore, but in the interest of literal transparency, I'm going to
put everything on the table.
I don't wear t-shirts as a top layer, I have a jacket that had a
hoodie until I cut the damthing off, I don't wear polos, and I don't
wear blouses, but I do wear short-sleeved shirts (usually untucked)
and jeans.............and I nearly always wear a necktie to funerals.
So. Look. Like, what is my alleged applicable haberdasherous sexual
pigeonhole by your calculus at like, the end of the day going forward?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Normcore
Crackersexual.
Technobarbarian wrote:
On 12/1/2022 2:30 PM, bfh wrote:
Technobarbarian wrote:
On 12/1/2022 12:26 PM, film...@gmail.com wrote:
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8, Technobarbarian
wrote:
The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their
behinds
'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade teacher,
Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing rocks...  I >>>>> was sentenced to three swats from his belt... However, because I >>>>> refused to cry, he added on two more, as hard as the puss
gutted bully could dole out! I was still as a tomb, despite his >>>>> torturous efforts...  I never told my mom, but later that >>>>> night she saw the welts on my ass & legs, and became
outraged... She threatened to sue the school, and / or, send my >>>>> father down to that schoolhouse, to kick Mr. Olmstead's ass!Â
Several meetings followed, and I received a public apology from
the prick, which created a lasting hatred from him.... The
following year, he didn't return to teach....
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
     Back in the day we had teachers competing to see who >>>> could have the most painful looking paddle. The theory was that
putting holes in it would reduce the wind resistance and increase
the impact by reducing the surface area. By the time they ended the
practice it had become a badge of honor that could improve your
social standing. Unless you cried like a girl.
     You were lucky. Those swats probably saved you from >>>> becoming a criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still, a
metrosexual. A few more swats and he might have saved you from
becoming a guitar player.
I could be a rurasexual, but I refuse to wear bib overalls and a John
Deere ball cap. Or any ball cap.
Unless you wear a worn out straw hat I don't think you qualify >> for rurasexual. You sound dangerously close to normcore.
I wear a worn out straw hat........but not to Walmart or funerals.
"Normcore wearers are people who do not wish to distinguish themselves
from others by their clothing.[14] This is not to mean that they are
unfashionable people who wear whatever comes to hand, but that they
consciously choose clothes that are functional and undistinguished.
The "normcore" trend has been interpreted as a reaction to fashion
oversaturation resulting from ever faster-changing fashion trends.[15]
Normcore clothes include everyday items of casual wear such as
t-shirts, hoodies, polos, short-sleeved shirts, jeans and chino pants,
but not items such as neckties or blouses. These clothes are worn by
men and women alike, making normcore a unisex style"
I don't know what percentage of those must be worn or not worn to be normcore, but in the interest of literal transparency, I'm going to put everything on the table.
I don't wear t-shirts as a top layer, I have a jacket that had a hoodie
until I cut the damthing off, I don't wear polos, and I don't wear
blouses, but I do wear short-sleeved shirts (usually untucked) and jeans.............and I nearly always wear a necktie to funerals. So.
Look. Like, what is my alleged applicable haberdasherous sexual
pigeonhole by your calculus at like, the end of the day going forward?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Normcore
On 12/1/2022 5:11 PM, bfh wrote:
Technobarbarian wrote:
On 12/1/2022 2:30 PM, bfh wrote:
Technobarbarian wrote:
On 12/1/2022 12:26 PM, film...@gmail.com wrote:
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8,
Technobarbarian wrote:
The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their
behinds
'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade
teacher, Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing >>>>>> rocks...  I was sentenced to three swats from his >>>>>> belt... However, because I refused to cry, he added on
two more, as hard as the puss gutted bully could dole
out! I was still as a tomb, despite his torturous >>>>>> efforts...  I never told my mom, but later that night
she saw the welts on my ass & legs, and became
outraged... She threatened to sue the school, and / or,
send my father down to that schoolhouse, to kick Mr. Olmstead's
ass! Several meetings followed, and I received a public >>>>>> apology from the prick, which created a lasting hatred from >>>>>> him.... The following year, he didn't return to teach.... >>>>>>
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
     Back in the day we had teachers competing to
see who could have the most painful looking paddle. The theory
was that putting holes in it would reduce the wind resistance and
increase the impact by reducing the surface area. By the time
they ended the practice it had become a badge of honor that could
improve your social standing. Unless you cried like a girl.
     You were lucky. Those swats probably saved
you from becoming a criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still,
a metrosexual. A few more swats and he might have saved you from
becoming a guitar player.
I could be a rurasexual, but I refuse to wear bib overalls and a
John Deere ball cap. Or any ball cap.
      Unless you wear a worn out straw hat I don't think you
qualify for rurasexual. You sound dangerously close to normcore.
I wear a worn out straw hat........but not to Walmart or funerals.
"Normcore wearers are people who do not wish to distinguish
themselves from others by their clothing.[14] This is not to mean
that they are unfashionable people who wear whatever comes to hand,
but that they consciously choose clothes that are functional and
undistinguished. The "normcore" trend has been interpreted as a
reaction to fashion oversaturation resulting from ever
faster-changing fashion trends.[15]
Normcore clothes include everyday items of casual wear such as
t-shirts, hoodies, polos, short-sleeved shirts, jeans and chino
pants, but not items such as neckties or blouses. These clothes are
worn by men and women alike, making normcore a unisex style"
I don't know what percentage of those must be worn or not worn to be
normcore, but in the interest of literal transparency, I'm going to
put everything on the table.
I don't wear t-shirts as a top layer, I have a jacket that had a
hoodie until I cut the damthing off, I don't wear polos, and I don't
wear blouses, but I do wear short-sleeved shirts (usually untucked)
and jeans.............and I nearly always wear a necktie to
funerals. So. Look. Like, what is my alleged applicable
haberdasherous sexual pigeonhole by your calculus at like, the end
of the day going forward?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Normcore
Crackersexual.
On 12/1/2022 12:26 PM, film...@gmail.com wrote:gutted bully could dole out! I was still as a tomb, despite his torturous efforts... I never told my mom, but later that night she saw the welts on my ass & legs, and became outraged... She threatened to sue the school, and / or, send my father down to
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8, Technobarbarian wrote:
The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their behinds
'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade teacher, Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing rocks... I was sentenced to three swats from his belt... However, because I refused to cry, he added on two more, as hard as the puss
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
Back in the day we had teachers competing to see who could have
the most painful looking paddle. The theory was that putting holes in it would reduce the wind resistance and increase the impact by reducing the surface area. By the time they ended the practice it had become a badge
of honor that could improve your social standing. Unless you cried like
a girl.
You were lucky. Those swats probably saved you from becoming a
criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still, a metrosexual. A few more
swats and he might have saved you from becoming a guitar player.
TB
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 2:07:46 PM UTC-8, Technobarbarian wrote:gutted bully could dole out! I was still as a tomb, despite his torturous efforts... I never told my mom, but later that night she saw the welts on my ass & legs, and became outraged... She threatened to sue the school, and / or, send my father down to
On 12/1/2022 12:26 PM, film...@gmail.com wrote:
On Thursday, December 1, 2022 at 9:41:21 AM UTC-8, Technobarbarian wrote: >>>> The retrumplican party is held together and powered by fear.
"Florida sheriff angry school kids no longer fear having their behinds >>>> 'torn off'"
https://www.rawstory.com/florida-sheriff-angry-school-kids-no-longer-fear-having-their-behinds-torn-off-vows-to-be-their-worst-nightmare/
TB
I remember well the whipping I received from my 3rd grade teacher, Mr. Winifred Olmstead... My offense was throwing rocks... I was sentenced to three swats from his belt... However, because I refused to cry, he added on two more, as hard as the puss
wash his own son's mouth out with brown laundry soap for cussing, on one occasion, after we were ratted off, by our fellow pupils, who witnessed our display of profanity, down by a Tamarisk tree...Back in the day we had teachers competing to see who could have
Little Lord Fauntleroy Jr.
the most painful looking paddle. The theory was that putting holes in it
would reduce the wind resistance and increase the impact by reducing the
surface area. By the time they ended the practice it had become a badge
of honor that could improve your social standing. Unless you cried like
a girl.
You were lucky. Those swats probably saved you from becoming a
criminal, or a retrumplican, or worse still, a metrosexual. A few more
swats and he might have saved you from becoming a guitar player.
TB
Those swats didn't save me from anything... I just figured I had more ass than Mr. Olmstead had strap...... What a shitbird Mr. Olmstead was... He used to whip the one black kid in the school frequently, and he didn't cry... I watched the prick
When Mr. Olmstead approached our cussing lair, he bellowed, "Just what did you say to the group Donnie?" I told him "Cock fucking bullshit!" He then asked his son, "Richie, what did you you say?", to which Richie replied, "I didn't say nuthin',dad!", only to hear the gasps of a dozen squealers, revealing him as a cusser...
Mr. Olmstead escorted us into the school lavatory, and said, Donnie was honest. You Richie were not! That's why you're getting punished, and he's not!" Sometimes honesty is the best policy... HawHawHaw!
"Honest Donnie", a shining example for American youth
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