CONCLUSION: Why I became a conservative

[King]

"Oh my God."  Ah, yes, if it's anybody that gets offended by using God's name in vain, it's liberals.

, Mike, .

[King]

Sweet, Naso, but needs more pictures.  Let me help you out:

My next brush with an educator with whom I ended up losing respect was in 3rd grade, in late 1997. She was married with children, in her late 20s/early 30s, and was trying to help me understand a math problem. I am not good in mathematics by any means, in fact, it is my worse subject. I couldn't grasp the math problem, and she responded by saying, "Ughh...you make me wanna pull my hair out!" I was shocked by this. A teacher saying something like that to a 9 year old kid trying to understand a math problem? It gave me the impression that "educators" might not be all they're cracked up to be.



By 1998, I had other priorities that didn't match well with kids my age, but nonetheless had friends in school and a couple that I hung out with outside of school. By 1999 my modern interests in weather and politics had grown on me and I was beginning to follow more current events day by day. I became a class clown, and one day my "art" teacher didn't take kindly to that and had the principal escort me to the office. As the principal came to get me, he had a "tough" look on his face, but for this liberal puppy dog, it was about as scary as making a funny face at the camera. Nonetheless, I complied. We walked down the hallways to the office and were in lock-step, walking almost in cadence right next to each other. He said, "Please don't walk behind me." I had noticed the perfect in step cadence we had, and at the age of 11 said calmly, "Oh, I wasn't walking behind you." He looked at me and said, "I can't believe you just said that! That's the rudest thing I ever heard! What you should have said was, YES SIR, I APOLOGIZE FOR WALKING BEHIND YOU!" My days of tears and crying due to yelling were over, and I now felt rage and anger. Once in the office the "counselor" came in, and he told her what happened. He said, "I asked politely not to walk behind me, and he said, "I'm not walkin' behind YOU!" He completely and blatantly lied and made it sound as if I had screamed at him. I scowled and blasted off, "Mr. (PRINCIPAL), you KNOW that's a lie!!" He seemed stunned. After all, I was 11 years old! I had enough and told him to quit telling lies and exaggerations and making things seem worse than they are.



The next day in School, I was sent from class right to the principal's office. He told me that for precautionary reasons, he had to check my book-bag for weapons!!! I was stunned! Why would I ever break the law or threaten people? What had I ever done? So he put his hand in my book-bag and patted it down. It's probably the most action he has seen before or since. Of course, this was likely fueled by the fact that my father was a Police Officer and Columbine had just occurred. Nevertheless, I was insulted and enraged that a merit roll student who happened to be a class clown would be treated this way while the kids who skip school don't get so much as a slap on the wrist. This further intensified my dislike for our education system.



As this was occurring, the 2000 election was going on and clearly my teachers were supporting Al Gore, some of them vocally, others you just knew. This was in contrast to my one teacher who, despite being liberal, was adamantly pro-life and told me she voted for George Bush. By now, the issues made sense. Bush's "I want to let people keep the money they earn" made more sense than speaking of "brackets" and "lock-boxes". At least it did to me.



My teachers had an interesting view of me. On the one had, they always told me they thought I was more mature than people my age and very intelligent, but on the other hand I confronted their teaching tactics often while using political justification and that was not something they were used to, especially not from an 11 or 12 year old kid. Another incident happened in early 2001 when my friend and I were messing around by our lockers one Friday afternoon. The teacher saw this and thought we were really fighting. We tried to explain but weren't given a chance. We ended up in the office and the vice principal made us shake hands. We were trying to hold back our laughter. We were friends, not enemies...but the teachers thought we should use diplomacy to "ease the tensions". Their notion that there were no "bad boys" got under my skin.



Indeed, by Freshman year of High School in 2004, there were bullies who picked on me. Despite repeated attempts to go all the way to the principal's office, nothing was ever done. I was even told once that I was the one they were tired of due to my constant inquiries into trying to make the bullying stop. When I was confronted with violence, I responded, and I got in trouble as well. Indeed, this solidified the idea that there wasn't good and bad or right and wrong but no matter who started it, it was both our faults. I was dumbfounded as to why this was. Were "educators" cowards? Or did they sympathize but were afraid to take action due to the fears of legality? Indeed, I felt as though I was in George Orwell's 1984 every time I walked into school. Cameras everywhere, locked doors, security guards whom I could probably even take, it seemed almost surreal. What happened to the good old days? Schools were becoming almost like prisons.



I left public school in June 2004 following my Freshman year, and graduated high school via a charter school. Indeed, I was fed up with so-called educators. I later came to realize that liberalism catered to everything that had angered me as a kid. Anti-religion, the "no bad boy" notion, the fear in the post-Columbine world. All of this made me Palin-esque to where when I hear someone is a teacher, I sometimes find myself rolling my eyes as well...

To be continued.

[King]

Now I really want a Naso/Bandit talk show.

Yes.  I quite enjoy Naso's reasoning for being a conservative: 10-15 years after the fact, he thinks of all his traumatic experiences, and then assumes the person who caused them voted for Clinton/Gore.

[King]

I'm guessing we're not going to get a story that explains to us why his hatred of "liberal post-Columbine fear" and his fervent support of the Patriot Act are in no way conflicting stances.

[King]

Great stuff. This is already better than "Update."

I think I'd rather eat another bacon sundae from Denny's than to read either the update or the making of Naso....but I like Naso, dont get me wrong, as long as I can take a brief glance at what he is saying and move along....if you force me to read more than a sentence, I'm going to be climbing the walls from sheer terror

Sorry, jmfcst, but you can't escape this at a Denny's.  Who do you think is going to be waiting your table (Naso) or be on a first date in the next booth (Bushie)?

[King]

Sorry, jmfcst, but you can't escape this at a Denny's.  Who do you think is going to be waiting your table (Naso) or be on a first date in the next booth (Bushie)?

I'd like to see peoples' expressions as they soak in their first glance at Naso as their waiter..."Hello, my name is Mike, I'll be your waiter this evening..."

jmfcst: "Hi, Mike.  I'll have the panca-"

Naso: "Pancakes remind of an influential moment in my life, circa 1998.  I was eating at a local IHOP with my mom, who was still sporting a wonderful big 80s hair despite the year, and ordered a medium stack with chocolate chips.  I was going through a bit of a chubby phase, much like the character Rudy in later seasons of The Cosby Show.  The waitress, an obvious health nut leftist, looked at me rather odd when I placed this order.   When our food arrived, she returned--not with my medium stack of chocolate chip pancakes--but with a short stack of blueberry.  Ever since that particular incident, I have had no respect for the IHOP chain nor liberal diet policies such as the food pyramid."

[King]

Naso = This + Red Hair.

[King]