The Ecomemy's Just Fine Thank-You

Sometimes i feel so sorry_for teachers; these days.
Oh wait...No i don't, and, in-fact, if you want to know what made me say that...well it was the all-mighty Oprah. haha haha!
Now we know how rude i'm trying to be here/Right, and, the-mood is, of course
as-they-say, set..."i don't care if we're talking about teachers, plumbers, or, part-time city sidewalk repair-workers, all out of work_living in fancy-houses_none`aThem could`aAfforded in the-first-place/(though i feel less-sorry for theTeachers!

There's not aDay that goes-by_where i don't think about what my Forth-grade Teacher, Mrs.Church, said to me that day_all so meny years ago; when some would suggest i was nothing but a young, impressionable-child:"if i ever was such a thing that-is..?" haha
In a way however, i suppose the incident_when she called me up to the front of the class_to inform me i was nothing other than a lazy dirty little Nigger_who was destined to ammount to nothing other than a department-store elevatior-opperatior, or, that man in the Zoo who feeds the Elephants_was in a sense when i fully committed myself not to listen to what anyone thought of my future-potential, especially teachers, since after-all, reguardless of my habit of staring blankly out the class-room windows all day, i had already decided what i was going to do with my life; when such times were important that i do so. And since i was going to become the leader of my nation, i didn't actually see how some silly, over-opinionaited little shcool-teacher, was going to teach me how to do that_anyway!

So you will excuss-me if in my moment of absolute victory_where my dreams have been not ownly answered, but, to a level even i could never have dared immagine, and, a leavel i have reached without any real, or,  standard schoolastic-edgucation, it is not i who now worries about my future, because, unlike meny teachers earning all of Fifty-thousand Dollars every year, home-owners, and, almost every one of them_in these hard times_ready to sell their investments, pratically for pennies on those same spent-dollars, and, all of them also maxed to what their credit will permit, or, overly-so, i with a trade as a House-painter, am in-the-end sitting pritty high-up on my fucking throne after-all!
Not ownly that, but, with the Thousands in Dollars the Canadian Government is forced to pay me every year_just for being something they can ownly hope i never mannage to actually prove, well who's laughing now, ahem~bitch'es..?
Like i said:"the econemy's just fine thank-you" and i don't see anyway to appoligize for that.
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