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Childless Jerry Baby
The intellectually shoeless liberals who voted Childless Jerry Baby back into the governor’s chair should be punished by being sent to Boston – with a toothbrush down to its last five bristles – to clean up the mess made by the two Muslim terrorists.
Childless Jerry Baby’s Frankenstein scheme for further dismantling creaky public education in California is precisely what you would expect from a disconnected man who never fathered a child, and has spent 98 percent of his 74-year-old life unmarried.
He has lived on the government dole since he was weaned – before the start of World War II.
He has no more idea of the nature of responsibility than does a mentally crippled squirrel.
Only to a Halloween-like cast of educators who won an Addams Family lookalike contest – starting with the hopefully soon-to-be fired John Deasy – does Childless Jerry Baby rise to hero status for punching successful students in their solar plexus.
The good news is that when the LAUSD Super’s mug turned up in this morning’s Los Angeles Titanic, Mr. Deasy could not look the camera in the eye. Resembling a cheating hubby, apparently he was trying to memorize his shoestrings.
Last evening, Mr. Deasy and his fellow sad-sack superintendents puffed on their joints and blew smoke in each other’s dishonest faces – what they do best – to celebrate their unanimous agreement with Childless Jerry Baby.
The governor’s proposal for torpedoing public education sounds like this:
Penalize successful public schools by reducing their annual state funding so you can channel those windfall bucks into the sewers known as failing public schools, defined as those inhabited by children of poor and otherwise disengaged parents.
Only a left-winger could love a cerebral cartoon like this that spits sour potato juice in the faces of achieving students.
Earn an “A,” kid, and get robbed by your favorite governor, Uncle Looney, before we march him back to the attic.
What a wonderful life lesson from a doddering childless old man.
“I am the governor, and I don’t have to explain,” Childless Jerry Baby replied when asked how many beers he had consumed before plotting this diabolical bullet train wreck.
See, if you are a holy liberal, you never have to justify, or even remotely explain/defend your actions, no matter how silly, because the world knows your left-wing motives throb with purity.
Is there even a tiny knot of influential educators out there in Newspaperland who can shake a fist at Childless Jerry Baby and force him to his knees – crying for mercy or for a fresh joint?
