Imagine running a business where your customers are too young to be allowed to pay for your service, their parents don’t pay for your service but the Government pays you so long as you turn up. Imagine also that if your customers complain, you can fuck them up with no comeback. This is what teachers do.
If you had an ice cream van and the Government paid you for opening up in a certain place and gave you a register of kids you had to serve, how would you treat them? You would feed them the cheapest shit you could get away with and if the kids or their parents complained, you would say it was the kids’ fault. This is exactly what teachers do and that is why they are cunts.
Nominated by James O’Brian
“If your customers complain you can fuck them up with no comeback?”
I suspect it’s a long time since you’ve seen the inside of a classroom.
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As with all things now, those who used to have authority (teachers) are totally impotent. Some by virtue of being born that way, but most as a consequence of the shift to ‘liberal’ societal values. No teacher is allowed challenge a pupil. This is especially true if the child is either tanned or peaceful. The children (particularly THAT type) are in control, supported by their cuntish parents, social workers and every other fucking limp wristed lefty who will stick their nose in.
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You mean filthy Paleskin chavs right?
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All but two of my teachers were cunts. As for the rest, if they were still alive today they would be fearing a knock on the door from the police, two of them I am sure were closet kiddy-fiddlers. One in particular if I knew where he was buried I’d go and piss on is grave. I know things have got too easy today, but there were some really sick, degenerate, cruel shits that crawled into the sewer of education years ago. Now most of them are just as thick as the kids they try to teach
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Those who are cunts, teach.
Nursery to university is now a hard-left indoctrination camp in the UK.
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I can’t argue that they’re cunts, but I would argue that they’re hard left. Oh sure, they like to think they’re right-on, will invariably denounce anyone who espouses common sense as ‘far right’ and noisily promote whatever agendas are currently in vogue with the Guardianisti…but a quick peek through the looking glass reveals a very different picture.
For people who spend so much time shouting about the cause of the moment (“oh yah, we’re terribly supportive of it…”), they’re notoriously parsimonious when it comes to offering fiscal rather than moral (I use the term loosely) support. Mind you, these are the sort of folk that can squeeze 12 portions out of an M&S Ocean Pie (actually purchased at Lidl but transplanted into a more ‘upmarket’ outer container held in reserve chez lui) and spend their summer holidays in a dank tent in a field somewhere in the arse end of Brittany just so they can (a) wax lyrical to their equally vapid chums about their latest cultural adventures (failing to mention the trench foot, influenza and food poisoning from undercooked horse meat) and (b) fill up the boot of their car with discounted vin tres ordinaire, which miraculously transforms into classic examples of terroir upon their return to Blighty.
And the ready availability of cheap plonk across the Channel plays at least some part in their opposition to Brexit. After all, heaven forbid that they be expected to shell out UK supermarket prices for the alcoholic vinegar that’s so beloved of them – drinking wine is a mark of their class and status, y’see. The same goes for the noxious French cheeses (the trigger of many a dangerous chemicals alarm) that they so daintily nibble, for they eat like mice. Unless, of course, someone else is paying for it, in which case our heroes and heroines of the corduroy revolution are apt to put Billy Bunter to shame.
And of course they’re just delighted to welcome more peacefuls into the country. Well, it’s not as if they’ll be housed in the sort of area in which they and their chums reside*, is it? But if poor people want to complain about immigration then they’re clearly racist scum who deserve all that they get.
*As proponents of a leftist political philosophy, one would expect them to work for the living wage, take public transport to work and live in a modest apartment in a working-class area. One would expect that…and one would be disappointed, for our chums passionately pursue aspirational lifestyles in every guise – from the late-model German metal in the driveway of their des res to the school (no offspring of poor people or other riff raff) they have chosen for their children, Tabitha and Tarquin, to attend.
So, yes, they’re cunts, but worse than that they’re hypocrites.
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I should probably add that I’m basing the above on some present-day teachers I know or know of.
My own teachers were something of a mixed bag, but I’d be a liar if I denied that most of them were pretty good at their jobs. Moreover they taught without making any attempt to indoctrinate. And that’s how it should be.
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Surely the important thing is that teachers should continue to teach our children that Multiculturalism is the best thing since sliced bread and that Islam is the supreme religion of peace and that Leave voters have betrayed their future and besides Brexiteers are all evil racists and wimmin are good and men are vile scum except that nice uncle Jeremy who is really Santa Claus in disguise and Libtard values are common sense and virtuous and anyone to the right of David Lammy is Evil! Evil! and triple Evil! cos we’re all gender fluid now and…
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Spot on Ruff Tuff, My boy said that is pretty much what he was taught when he was being indoctrinated, sorry I meant School
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I can’t imagine a worse fate than being a teacher these days. Classes full of fat,lazy,soft,entitled wasters. The only teacher that I ever liked was a bitter misanthrope who taught English…the old bastard hated everyone and everything apart from his equally foul-tempered terrier. I often admired his sheer unpleasantness allied to a vicious tongue and ability to spot peoples’ weakness and exploit it. Fat kids,Jews and the weak were his particular favourites for relentless toughening-up. Although, to be fair, he didn’t limit himself to kids,he’d been known to start fights in local pubs where, due to his Forces training,presumably,,he’d invariably managed to more than hold his own when confronted by patrons offended by his gin-fuelled goading.
Fuck knows what would have become of him these days. The very thought of his little bristly ‘tache (a nod to Uncle Adolf,we assumed) twitching at the sight of a room full of sexually-confused,unfit,ill-mannered children of colour. I fear that the Dunblane massacre would have hardly registered compared to the devastation that he’d have wrought. It’s probably lucky for all involved that he died of cirrhosis of the liver years ago.
I still think fondly of him.
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He didn’t also happen to be your dad by any chance Dick?
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Oh no. My Father thought him rather soft. Too progressive by far for my Father’s tastes.
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When I was at the Knoll School for boys we had some hard bastard teachers. One of them used to say.. their will be three hits boy, you hit me , I hit you and you hit the ground. We tried our luck but if we were caught we were fucked. Not literally, you know what I mean.
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If you join a gym to lose weight, then never attend, you can hardly complain to the gym about not losing weight.
Similarly, everybody wants to blame the teachers. The indiscipling parents, the spoilt little cunts in the classroom or (worst of all from what I’ve heard) the fuckers running the schools who layer the teacher with a flood of paperwork and speak to them like pieces of dirt. The teacher, who’s worked and studied a a subject of which they were once passionate and is endeavouring to hone their craft, is caught in a quicksand of administration, blame, and disrespect from all sides.
Apparently there’s a shortage of teachers in the UK. I’m not surprised. Who in their right minds would accept these cunty insults for a fairly pitiful wage. It’ll only become worse.
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I take issue there. I don’t blame teachers at all for having to put up with cunt children raised by pathetically inept parents. I don’t like teachers because they are there to, and the majority of them confirm to the role, indoctrinate their charges into the far left.
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Dippy fucks must know what they’re getting themselves into by now… stuff that’s expected of them is hardly Top Secret.
I decided against a career in teaching after corporal punishment was outlawed.
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@RTC – Yes, true. I read somewhere that a massive percentage leaves before they’ve done five years. How thoroughly depressing. The admin problem has been sounded for years but no government or school tries to fix the problem. Apparently work done by Admin people has now been placed onto the teacher and the Admin people have been chopped. It’s all about money. We’ll no doubt end up with a bunch of Chinese or Indian partially-qualified teachers here.
@WokeUp – Surely they aren’t ALL spouting commie crap? We had a History teacher like that. Related everything to The Tories and “Maggie Fatcher.’
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Some of the best teachers I had (in the ’50s /’60s) were unqualified, especially by today’s standards.
Rather Chinks and Injuns than Libtards or Letterboxes…
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Lived with a teacher briefly. Her body may not have been in the classroom 24/7 but her mind was. She had a damn sight more admin homework than her pupils, that’s for sure. School was a rough one, in Edinburgh, with some absolute bastard kids…she did some good, I think. No, can’t agree with a blanket cunting of teachers. The system stinks, traditional punishments are illegal, and they have their hands tied. Wouldn’t want to teach anyone under 18, personally.
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I had mostly good teachers and the odd cunt. This was a grammar school in the 60s, which set me up well for later life.
However, the ones I have known since are usually pillocks. ‘Oh the marking’ ‘Oh the pressure’
This can be addressed. Work 9-5 for 48 weeks like the rest of us. Or like some of us put in 50-60 hour weeks if the job demands it.
Cunts.
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My worst teachers were two French wimmin who taught French.
One had a surgical-pink Renault that smelt of Harpic, the other one was very tanned, wrinkly, steel-grey hair, looked like Sean Connery in a kilt.
They are the reason why I decided to do Russian, not French, at uni. I couldn’t bear the thought of any more fugly old frog bats.
And when I got to my uni, I got stuck in the lift one day with their resident “Mademoiselle.” Oliver Hardy in drag would have been more attractive.
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In my neck of the woods there is more of an infestation of East Euro scum than anywhere in the country. Consequently, the schools are rammed. I’ve heard of some Primary schools where a third of the class can’t speak English. Your little Jenny is trying to learn fractions while Polish Pavel is saying, “Dooshka-dooshka, korrva-korrva” and playing with his mobile. The Primary school teachers are despairing though attempting to teach these cunts and maintain discipline while little Lithuain Lênny refuses to study and Romainian Rôbbert dreams of burgling houses with his Dad.
However, keep blaming the teachers
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The trouble is that a significant amount of teachers seem to be in favour of Britain remaining in the EU, and therefore in favour of mass immigration. That being so, I can muster no sympathy for them when they’re called upon to teach the non-English speaking children of said immigrants. I do, however, feel sorry for the poor kids whose education suffers as a consequence of the misguided social engineering that is mass immigration .
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Who’d be a teacher nowadays?
Surrounded by entitled feral little turds: who are either tweeting or texting, having ‘gender issues’ (freaks), or being nasty bastards and acting up and attacking people and getting away with it… A parent clouts their evil kid and they can end up in court… A teacher has no chance…. It’s a thankless job and a hiding to nothing… I used to teach college students, but now I’d never do it… The amount of snowflake cunts, entitled peacefuls, and millennial knobheads who’ve never heard the word ‘no’ or had a well deserved slap is too off putting… Fuck that….
On the subject of teachers though, I once went in for a competition that was on the back of a Weetabix (or was it Ready Brek?) box when I was 14… The competition was titled: ‘Win your ultimate school sports day!’ and you had to say in so many words what your ideal school sports day would be like… So, I told them that mine would be English teacher, Miss Webb, Science teacher, Mrs Dury, and PE teacher, Miss Kendall in a dental floss bikini volleyball tournament…
I didn’t win or even get a reply…. Cunts….
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There is definitely a crisis in teacher recruitment, with most leavers having done five years or less. Male teachers are particularly hard to find partly because most men can’t handle being called a wanker all day long and the obvious risk of being accused of Savile activities. Schools are becoming increasingly feminized as a result. This means more “understanding “ and fucking mollycoddling, exactly what these little cunts don’t need. I have several friends who are teachers and they can keep you entertained all night with stories that will make your hair stand on end.
I once got on a bus which stopped outside a school at chucking out time. Not a mistake I will ever make again. Most schools in London have a couple of coppers hanging about at that time of day and in some places the shops close up for half an hour until most of the cunts have fucked off home to their screens and PlayStations or whatever the fuck they call them these days. Cuntstations I think.
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I have a lot of respect for the majority of teachers these days – a thankless job, stuck between fuck-awful brattish kids, indignant parents, demanding governors and the constant need to “perform” and tick plenty of boxes to please the government watchdog tossers.
That said, I do recall with great fondness, of a teacher (Ms Ross) who took our class during my time at secondary school in the late 70s at the tender age of 13/14.
She was probably in her early 20s and was a right old prick tease! Always wore semi-translucent blouses or a very tight-fitting jumper – either way you could just about make out her nipples (it was rare she bothered with a bra)
She also made a habit of sitting atop her desk and would cross her short-skirted legs “Basic Instinct” style, and if you were sitting at a desk directly in front (I was at the fucking back in the corner), you’d probably catch a glimpse of her stocking top and/or knickers!
She also made it a habit of leaning over your desk with the top two buttons of her blouse undone.
No idea what she taught, but she had great tits!
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Fuckin hell Nocunt, your mum probably never washed your bed sheets , just threw them Down the stairs and smashed them.
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She gave us all a hard time! She probably wondered why all the boys in our class had their hands underneath their desks!
On the subject of teacher/student relationships – why is it when a female teacher has sexual relations with an underage student (male or female), she’s gets called a sexual offender; but if a male teacher did the same he’s classed as a peado and a menace to society!
Reading news reports the tone is relatively light when a female teacher has relations with a young boy. A tone on the lines of “Fucking hell, he’s a lucky sod!”
And yet when reporting on male teachers having sex with underage students the tone is somber,heavy, and basically “let this pervy cunt rot in jail!”
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Had a male teacher in year 6 at primary. No coincidence it was my favorite year of schooling, given every other year we had some annoying tarty bint harping on at us.
He let us watch Monty Python and other films after exams, joked a bit, but was no push over or nonce and was an effective teacher. A good male teacher at primary is a rare commodity, but then we were well behaved generally.. no doubt he would have given up if teaching in one of the dreg schools.
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Have to say I was generally lucky with my teachers, except for a maths master who went a bit far once, aimed to hit my head but instead knocked a pencil down my throat – must have been the only time my dad took my side in a teacher vs. me dispute. Never did get to grips with maths strangely enough.
Quite a few of them pulled our hair and used their knuckles on our heads, but not one gave us an inch when it came to discipline cos they knew we’d otherwise take a mile, and they weren’t far fucking wrong.
One of my neighbours retired from teaching a few years ago aged 60… his relief was palpable at the time, and since appears to have discovered some secret rejuvenating potion or summat.
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Schools are production lines for drones. they teach you to be part of the system but nothing about who you are and what you might be. Teachers are held up as these great knowledge givers but they have been trained to tune drones and fuck all else.
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‘THIS COLLEGE IS A JUGGERNAUT!’ her arms lifted, fists clenched. ‘WE CANNOT GO BACK’. Her job title was so long it wouldn’t fit on the overhead screen. All of us sat round having to suck lollipops.
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I posted this back in May in response to the cunting about Politically Correct Classrooms and the Fat Cunt Dreadlocked Headmaster who was encouraging pupils to report ‘hate crime’ committed by 7 year olds who hadn’t even been taught the facts of life and yet were supposed to understand the correct use of Gender Pronouns despite not yet knowing what a noun, pronoun, verb or adjective was and of course, Transbenderism.
Apologies for reposting but feel it’s appropriate.
My Grandad started out as a maths teacher a later became a school headmaster.
He was born in Rufford and walked 4 miles to school in Ormskirk every day from the age of 5 then would work on the family farm, I was about 10 when he told me that and I recall asking why on Earth he’d do that to which he said ‘because you just did’.
He signed up to serve in the Army at the outbreak of WWII and was in charge of the Gunner Batterys during the Coventry blitz.
I can only imagine how frightening that must have been.
My grandad was a true gent who was who was rarely fazed by anything.
Before he passed away in the late 90’s I spent an increasing amount of time with him as his health started to fail and we’d spend hours talking about his life which is when I found out about his time in the army which previously he’d never discussed.
During that period we would often talk about his teaching career and bearing in mind he retired in 1976 I clearly remember him saying he was glad to get out when he did.
Naturally I asked him why and he said / words to the effect ‘it all started to go wrong in 1970 when the Labour Government issued a dictat that effectively said if Jonny doesn’t want to read then Jonny doesn’t have to read, previously if Jonny didn’t want to read he got a thick ear and was made to read’.
I never knew my Grandads politics but at a guess I’d say he was a conservative but he was of a generation where he kept his own feelings and politics to himself.
He went on to say that if you can’t teach kids in school the difference between right and wrong through application and disciple then you were storing up huge problems for later years’
How right he was.
He finished off by saying ‘things are heading in a very worrying direction’ as he took a puff on his pipe and left that comment hanging in the air along with the sweet smell of vanilla tabacco.
I wonder what my Grandad would have made of that fat cunt with the Dreads who wants kids to report other kids for not using their preferred gender pronouns.
Cunt, probably
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Dangerous Cunt, at the very least.
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I’ve been out all day. Here’s my take on teachers…
When I was at school I loved every teacher and I can recall every single one of their names from infants school through PolyVersity, even the ones who had a rep for being cunts.
The teachers I had between 1975 and 1993 were great and were grounded in common fucking sense!
I am the son of a coalface miner and ceramics industry (aka “Pot Basher”) worker. Who the fuck was going to teach me about the 4 forces, the physiology of the eye, quadrilateral equations, the molar mass of sodium chloride, Gaussian elimination and the five good emperors?
Well not my folks that’s for sure. Don’t get me wrong they both knew their jobs inside out and had I the inclination to work 1 mile underground or have a fetish for potter’s slip, they’d be my first port of call.
Sure there were “lefty” teachers in my day from the standpoint that they’d vote Labour but not these fascist imbeciles which have dogged the educational establishment since the UK’s second dark age (1997 – 2010).
The thing is these neo-liberal failures went to the same bastard schools that I did but who were so fucking dense they couldn’t hack it with a real job. Fucking losers!
And now their bile and vitriol is now permiating my kids education.
Luckily I’m keeping my kids this side of the cunt equation and have already had run ins with the twats when I said I truly did not give a fuck if my kids failed R.E. – if they’re failing maths or sciences then feel free to call but art, fucking English literature and any other soft cunt subject to make thick head Kyle scum feel good about themselves, nah, I’ll give it a pass cheers.
I am a down to earth, beer-swilling, rolly-tab smoking northern cunt who has a chip on my shoulder the size of Ayer’s Rock (or whatever the fuck it’s called in these PC cunt times) when some lickspittle neo-liberal shill tries to talk down to me.
Imagine their abject surprise when I take their argument loop it back on themselves and make them out to be the cunts they are.
If they push it further I make them more than aware that: “Yes, I have actually been through the higher education system thank you!”
Which usually elicits a query of what degree I studied for… whereby my response of “Which one?” usually perplexes them even more (probably because it’s two more than what those cunts have got)!
I have taught my kids to be respectful of their elders, teachers, the police, etc., but that does not extend to the abject idiocy that some of these cunts would love to brainwash kids with!
And they can stick that in their 6th Form LGBT safe space and fucking like it!
Cunts!
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