He's a real TOUGH GUY...yeah...TOUGH...

I bet when he was slipping the Mickey Finn to these women in their drinks, he was laughing up a storm, and when he was pulling his tiny dicklet out to "bare-prick" the women in their faces he was one of those giggling sniveling aggressive bastards. We all know the kind...real smarmy and TOUGH in numbers.

But get them alone in the Principal's office and they just sit there with that sad-dog expression on their faces and crying for Mommy, their glass of milk, and their Toll House cookies. "I didn't do anything. I'm an emotional, nice guy. I'm crying because of how upset I am. Can't you see?"

Slimy rich kid motherfuckers...I went to private school, a hippie private school, with some of these privileged kids. Some were fine...others were clinically insane. One raped a female teacher and got away with it. I have a thousand stories which I cannot tell here but would make you cringe. I was the scholarship kid that everyone laughed at as their parents came at the end of the year to pick them up in their Cadillacs, Lincolns, and Corvettes or Jaguar XKE's.

Someday I will tell you all my history and the history of my school which has made it into the press to some fair extent, but no one has published the true accounts of the nights at this school. And we were relatively benign compared with some of the fancy schools: Hun, Lawrenceville, George School, Pennington, and the like. I will do it after this bastard is out of the White House and things become sane again, if ever.