Fat Man wrote: When I was in high school, I wanted to study science.
But the high school's science teacher was also the school's football coach.
During football season, he was to fucking busy coaching his team of pre-frontally lobotomized baboons to be teaching my science class!
So, instead, he set up a film projector and turned off the lights, walked out of the classroom, leaving us all to sit in the dark, watching a bunch of stupid cartoons.
I was lousy at sports. At the age of 4, I was in a car accident and my left knee was injured. So, as a kid, I walked with a limp, and I was unable to run like the other kids.
I was once suspended from school after I failed to climb a stupid rope in a gymnasium. Never mind that I was unable to climb the rope because of my crippled left knee, I was still suspended.
In the 5th grade, my teacher was really Gung Ho when it came to sports and teaching PE, and one day, while he was teaching us basketball, I mad a mistake, I can't recall what it was because I don't know jack-shit about basketball. He grabbed the basketball away from me, and punched me in the stomach with it as hard as he could, and it seem like forever before I could catch my breath again. He always liked to humiliate me in front of the other students.
Then one day, our class went to the school library, and all the other kids were allowed to check out any book they wanted. Well, I saw this one Astronomy book that I wanted to check out, and he would no allow me to have it.
When I asked him why the other kids were allowed to check out any book they wanted, and why I was not, he dragged me out into the hallway, grabbed me by the shoulders, pushed me backwards, bashing me head up against the corner of the concrete block wall.
For years afterward, during my teen ages years, I had dizzy spells and headaches. The following year, that teacher was fired, and was unable to get a teaching job anywhere else.
My mother taught me how to read and write before I started school, and by the time I was only in the 3rd grade, I was already reading at adult level. When I was 13, I scored 150 points on a standard IQ test.
You say, that in America, we are free to choose what we want to do with our lives?
BULLSHIT! BULL-FUCKING-SHIT!
I was denied a decent education in school, because all they care about was sports.
Football, and all sports is nothing but Fascism, pure and simple!
Where is my freedom???
I certainly didn't have to freedom to choose what I wanted to do with my life!
Now, tell me another fairy tale!!!
Detroitsportsfan08 wrote: You should let go of some of your anger. All of your posts are just long drawn out rants about essentially nothing. One isolated situation doesn't mean anything.
Fat Man wrote: NOTHING??? Did you say NOTHING???
Getting my head bashed against a concrete block wall! You call that NOTHING???
After that, I had dizzy spells and headaches during my teen age years, and it was to due a severe concussion. I could have easily died from it, mother-fucker!!!
Getting punched in the stomach with a basketball! You call the NOTHING???
Getting suspended because I failed to climb a rope in a gymnasium! You call the NOTHING???
Being denied a decent education! You call the NOTHING???
It wasn't just one isolated incident, but an ongoing menagerie of zoo tramps posing as teachers!
GO FUCK YOURSELF! JIMBO!!!
How would you like to come to where I live so I can give you NOTHING across the teeth with my cane! You will be sucking NOTHING but mush through a straw for the rest of you life!
And you can take that to the fucking bank!
Yeah, it's quite possible that you might be able to kick my fat ass around the block just for drill.Detroitsportsfan08 wrote:
since im young and athletic and you're old and fat, i'm willing to bet if we came across each other in person that's not how things would go.
But, I'm very handy with my cane when it comes to defending myself. It is made of red cherry wood with an ivory handle, and yes, you will be able to chase me down and beat the crap out of me!
But your lower jaw would be missing while you're chasing me.
And you will still spend the rest of your life sucking mush through a straw!
However, in a battle of wits, I'm sorry to inform you, but you have come unarmed!
And you can take that to the bank!