Retard Teacher

I was not a good student. The tests and work was easy enough. The entire thing is a crime against boys. It’s run by women—my mom was a teacher—and boys are forced to do something unnatural, to sit all day inside. Then we are told you have ADHD, take this pill. And for what, to get along in an entirely feminine matrix.

I was doing good with the grades. We had this one section on American history. The teacher, a Native American, starts telling us this bullshit that I just knew wasn’t true. I didn’t know what he was leaving out, but could sense a glaring omission. So we argue and I’m kicked out of class and sent to the office. These people tell me that I should give him a pass because he had a brain injury from a car accident. ‘So your defense is he’s retarded?! [1] Give me the fuckin’ text book and I’ll teach the class!’

So I get kicked out of class. From there I lose interest and start taking all of the easy bullshit classes I can, like drama, basic math. I’m sleeping in math class and this teacher thinks she’s going to embarrass me, wakes me up and tells me to do the problem on the board. So I wipe the sleep out of my eyes, do the problem, and sit back down. It was a waste of time. My mother had an advanced teaching degree. She told me that all I needed those people for was the diploma, that it was just and exercise in patience. My mother did pull me out for a year and home school me.

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Fight Club

We wrestled. I was taking kung fu. MMA was getting big. So, us wrestlers and lacrosse players had a little fight club thing out back after school—very cool. We didn’t know what we were doing, but it was fun. We had the right idea.

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Bussing in Blacks

There was one, maybe two, assimilated blacks in the school. It was the best school district in the nation, One third of the kids were Asians. They did nothing but study and go to school, so pushed us in math. So they have to fuck it up by bussing in these ghetto-ass hood blacks, like not even human, fucking monkey time. I’m in one of the bullshit classes, drama, and this guy, Terrance is causing a scene, being a real jack ass, messing with me. So I told him we could fight. He said he couldn’t fight in class. So we took it out in the hall. The teacher, Mister O-Leary, didn’t have a fighting bone in his body, maybe 5’ 4” pudgy, he’s freaking out. We go out in the hallway and Terrance just walks, doesn’t want to fight.

So, after school, I’m at my locker—15 years old mind you, and these four fuckers are 18, should have graduated, big fucking black guys—are walking towards me. I know what’s up. Terrance was in front, I have to give them that. I put up both fingers, then bam, the big dude punched me from over Terrance’s shoulder. I take him [Terrance] down and am slamming his head into the locker. I eat a timberland boot. My one friend, a baseball player, Tim, he grabs his bat, maybe gets a piece of somebody, and they all run.

I didn’t want to get suspended for this. I’m just here for the diploma, otherwise its a complete waste of time. I duck outside and a teacher grabs me. I’m bleeding. I said I ran into a wall. By then like sixty kids had run to the office and the teachers knew what was up. I didn’t get suspended. The next day I came to school and everybody clapped—especially the seniors, who were really sick of the blacks doing all of their bully bullshit. I made a lot of friends. But that was a bad thing. Because all these people did was drink and get high. From then, for about three months, there is this mini race war. We were hunting blacks. They were hunting whites. It was pretty cool actually. You cruise around—some 16 year-old kid just got his license and is driving mom’s car—hunting niցցers! Go into a black area, grab one, pull him in the car, beat his ass, and roll him out. Of course, they did it to us too—it wasn’t this total white victory. They got in their licks. Eventually we all became friends. The black dudes never messed with me again after the locker thing. If one of them got out of line, the others would say, ‘Hey, you need to go over there and fight Alex, so he can school your ass.’

I am still friends with those guys—white and black—to this day; that is the ones that are still alive. A lot of those dudes are dead, drugs, stupid shit. It’s like public school in this country only has two purposes, to prepare you for failure, drug addiction, dysfunction, or for college programming to turn you into some gay tranny who thinks I shouldn’t own a gun.”

The long drive up I-70 from Elicott City brought the conversation back to fight training, “Bare knuckle is where it is at for me. Gloves, that is for training. I’m having my guys do bare knuckle first blood from the start. I was offered a BKFC fight in 2021—just being a Jiu Jitsu guy. I thought that was kind of off. I had no pedigree with the hands. I was a grappler. Now, there is this street fight no-holds-barred thing. That is an interesting challenge. Too many rules have been put into MMA. Yeah, the spinal shots, there’s no place for that in legit fighting. But head butts should have never been taken out. Of course, bare knuckle boxing—I think that is where it is at for men who want to test themselves. So that is our training focus for this week. You and I will do some work in the mornings and evenings, then we’ll see how many guys will throw down on Sunday.

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Notes

1.) Provisional nomination for Christos as ambassador to any nation the Faux Executive wishes to bomb…