LionofTepelenë
13th March 2016, 03:29
Well apparently a creationist Spanish teacher is not the only batshit insane individual my school can offer, oh there is something much worse. After wandering around, I happened to talk to this teacher, a nice middle aged woman who had a great sense of humor, seemed like a nice person right? WRONG, dead wrong as after a look around her room I found a peculiar sight.
OVER 50 copies of Ayn Rand's Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged, an AnCaps dream! Looks like we have another missionary in our school, and this time she is preaching the cult of the individual. And she is a language arts teacher, so I think she will require her students to read that book as a graded assignment, oh the horror!
After noting the ridiculous collection of so called ''books'', I attempted to talk about the books, big mistake, she was ready to proselytize. We first began with a discussion about individualism, and she basically argued that it was something good, and that my instance on the so called ''individual'' being a combination of personal bias and outside bias just went over her head.
She then began to describe objectivism as a ''divine inspiration'', looking at yourself before others and building your own destiny. And that Ayn Rand fled from the oppressive influence of collectivist Communism and ''making you do whatever they say'' and lived a good life in America. And well you know the rest, ''indvijul is gud, cummieism is slvry!''...blah blah blah.. I called out as part of the systematic problem of capitalism. But I tryed my best to blow my cover of being a communist, as I didn't want it to be shitstorm. She then told me I was ''just like'' a character in the Fountainhead and insisted that I take one of her books. Her insistence amazed me, how could just a normal looking person be so into such a barbaric ideology? Anyway I took the blasted series of letters and left.
I read the book, and to the utter shock of no one I found it the righting of the equivalent of an angsty teenager with a big ego. I was literally like a teenager was trying to make a great manifesto of ridiculous letters, and the worst thing, you could feel a sort of toxic feeling reading it. It was almost as if the poison of Rand's mind had manifested itself into my own consciousness. I refused to read the damn thing!
So I will try to avoid another teacher, great.
OVER 50 copies of Ayn Rand's Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged, an AnCaps dream! Looks like we have another missionary in our school, and this time she is preaching the cult of the individual. And she is a language arts teacher, so I think she will require her students to read that book as a graded assignment, oh the horror!
After noting the ridiculous collection of so called ''books'', I attempted to talk about the books, big mistake, she was ready to proselytize. We first began with a discussion about individualism, and she basically argued that it was something good, and that my instance on the so called ''individual'' being a combination of personal bias and outside bias just went over her head.
She then began to describe objectivism as a ''divine inspiration'', looking at yourself before others and building your own destiny. And that Ayn Rand fled from the oppressive influence of collectivist Communism and ''making you do whatever they say'' and lived a good life in America. And well you know the rest, ''indvijul is gud, cummieism is slvry!''...blah blah blah.. I called out as part of the systematic problem of capitalism. But I tryed my best to blow my cover of being a communist, as I didn't want it to be shitstorm. She then told me I was ''just like'' a character in the Fountainhead and insisted that I take one of her books. Her insistence amazed me, how could just a normal looking person be so into such a barbaric ideology? Anyway I took the blasted series of letters and left.
I read the book, and to the utter shock of no one I found it the righting of the equivalent of an angsty teenager with a big ego. I was literally like a teenager was trying to make a great manifesto of ridiculous letters, and the worst thing, you could feel a sort of toxic feeling reading it. It was almost as if the poison of Rand's mind had manifested itself into my own consciousness. I refused to read the damn thing!
So I will try to avoid another teacher, great.