Dialogue Between Teacher and Students

(Mr. Shit’s first teaching assignment, recorded 60 some years ago).

Teacher: “Ok class, today we are going to talk about something different. Today we are going to talk about farts.”

Student: “But we talked about farts yesterday.”

Teacher: “Uh yes we did, and that is my point exactly - that not all farts are the same. They are all different."

Student: “Yeah, they smell and sound different sometimes.” The class responds with childish laughter.

Teacher: “This is no laughing matter. But you have my permission to laugh if you feel like it - the same as I have yours permission, whether you know it or not, to fart when I feel like it. And I feel like it right now.” Mr. Shit bends low and stretches wide to deliver a loud stinker. The class applauds and becomes instantly attentive.

Student: “Can you do that again, Sir?”

Teacher: “I never fart upon request. And as I said, today we are going to talk about something different. We are not going to talk about farts again. We are going to talk about how all farts are all different. The topic is not farts, it's the difference between them.”

Students: “Please tell us the difference Teacher.”

Teacher: “I will gladly do so. Tomorrow. Not now. That fart I just cut was something special. If you don't mind I would like to savor it alone.”

Students: “No No No”, in protest, like an assembly of politicians responding unfavorably to a leader’s announced resignation of office. "No No No."

Teacher: “Sorry Students, but it is very important to me. Please leave.”

The students file out as Mr. Shit checks under desks for malingerers. Then he kicks back in his chair and let’s another double decker rip - recording it on tape as special gift for his students the next day.

On Thursday, October 28, 2021 at 10:30:35 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> Dialogue Between Teacher and Students
>
> (Mr. Shit’s first teaching assignment, recorded 60 some years ago).
>
>
> Teacher: “Ok class, today we are going to talk about something different. Today we are going to talk about farts.”
>
> Student: “But we talked about farts yesterday.”
>
> Teacher: “Uh yes we did, and that is my point exactly - that not all farts are the same. They are all different."
>
> Student: “Yeah, they smell and sound different sometimes.” The class responds with childish laughter.
>
> Teacher: “This is no laughing matter. But you have my permission to laugh if you feel like it - the same as I have yours permission, whether you know it or not, to fart when I feel like it. And I feel like it right now.” Mr. Shit bends low and stretches wide to deliver a loud stinker. The class applauds and becomes instantly attentive.
>
> Student: “Can you do that again, Sir?”
>
> Teacher: “I never fart upon request. And as I said, today we are going to talk about something different. We are not going to talk about farts again. We are going to talk about how all farts are all different. The topic is not farts, it's the difference between them.”
>
> Students: “Please tell us the difference Teacher.”
>
> Teacher: “I will gladly do so. Tomorrow. Not now. That fart I just cut was something special. If you don't mind I would like to savor it alone.”
>
> Students: “No No No”, in protest, like an assembly of politicians responding unfavorably to a leader’s announced resignation of office. "No No No."
>
> Teacher: “Sorry Students, but it is very important to me. Please leave.”
>
> The students file out as Mr. Shit checks under desks for malingerers. Then he kicks back in his chair and let’s another double decker rip - recording it on tape as special gift for his students the next day.

History was being made. Many of those students became teachers themselves and are shaping young minds and assholes today.

> History was being made. Many of those students became teachers themselves and are shaping young minds and assholes today.

That's the idea - pay it forward. Mr. Shit did not invent the pay it forward concept, but was instrumental in bringing it to the public conscience. Attending "Teachers College" is no longer necessary. With only good teachers in place every student in class is a potential future teacher. True, they can only pass on what was taught them. But sometimes someone special comes through the ranks and a new awareness takes place. They evolve, they grow, they thrive. I always tell my students at graduation time: "Take what you have learned from us and pass it on." Then pausing briefly before adding, "Just remember to do it your way."

Take my way and do it your way and who knows, maybe something really good will come from it. Or we can take your way and do it my way. Collaboration is key to growth. Remember that!

On Friday, October 29, 2021 at 5:47:41 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > History was being made. Many of those students became teachers themselves and are shaping young minds and assholes today.
> That's the idea - pay it forward. Mr. Shit did not invent the pay it forward concept, but was instrumental in bringing it to the public conscience. Attending "Teachers College" is no longer necessary. With only good teachers in place every student in class is a potential future teacher. True, they can only pass on what was taught them. But sometimes someone special comes through the ranks and a new awareness takes place. They evolve, they grow, they thrive. I always tell my students at graduation time: "Take what you have learned from us and pass it on." Then pausing briefly before adding, "Just remember to do it your way."
>
> Take my way and do it your way and who knows, maybe something really good will come from it. Or we can take your way and do it my way. Collaboration is key to growth. Remember that!

Teaching is a unwanted talent. They wanted to be something great but ended up teaching. Those who can't do teach. But some are great teachers. What a crazy mixed up world.

> Teaching is a unwanted talent. They wanted to be something great but ended up teaching. Those who can't do teach. But some are great teachers. What a crazy mixed up world.

We know a lot of stuff we don't remember learning, or how we learned it. It just happened. I have always thought the best teachers are people who remember how they learned. But I never met one. I might have had good teachers at some point and just not known it. But I doubt it. I think the teachers I had in public school were idiots. I made the female art class teacher cry. I kept acting up and mocking her in class. People were laughing and I thought it was funny. She left the room and came back and it was obvious she had been crying. A few years later after I got them to boot me out of school at age 15 I met her through the gay school teacher I told you about, the one I was living with. She was a sensitive person. She was probably a very good teacher. Too bad she was teaching something I didn't give two shits about at the time.

On Sunday, October 31, 2021 at 8:34:37 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Teaching is a unwanted talent. They wanted to be something great but ended up teaching. Those who can't do teach. But some are great teachers. What a crazy mixed up world.
> We know a lot of stuff we don't remember learning, or how we learned it. It just happened. I have always thought the best teachers are people who remember how they learned. But I never met one. I might have had good teachers at some point and just not known it. But I doubt it. I think the teachers I had in public school were idiots. I made the female art class teacher cry. I kept acting up and mocking her in class. People were laughing and I thought it was funny. She left the room and came back and it was obvious she had been crying. A few years later after I got them to boot me out of school at age 15 I met her through the gay school teacher I told you about, the one I was living with. She was a sensitive person. She was probably a very good teacher. Too bad she was teaching something I didn't give two shits about at the time.

She was in love with you. You broke her heart. I no longer want you to talk about this. It is a sad story. I am crying now...

> She was in love with you. You broke her heart. I no longer want you to talk about this. It is a sad story. I am crying now...

You mean it worked? Wow, I wasn't expecting it. I thought you were different than the rest. Everyone I've ever told that story to broke down and cried, many of them right in front of my face. But you, I never expected it. Oh I knew you were a sensitive and caring guy, but only to a point - or so I thought. Now I know different. You are just like all the others - a stinking sentimentalist.

On Monday, November 1, 2021 at 8:31:58 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > She was in love with you. You broke her heart. I no longer want you to talk about this. It is a sad story. I am crying now...
> You mean it worked? Wow, I wasn't expecting it. I thought you were different than the rest. Everyone I've ever told that story to broke down and cried, many of them right in front of my face. But you, I never expected it. Oh I knew you were a sensitive and caring guy, but only to a point - or so I thought. Now I know different. You are just like all the others - a stinking sentimentalist.

Yes I am a pussy. I sometimes watch the Hallmark channel. One time I was watching Oprah and I started to get a hard on.

> Yes I am a pussy. I sometimes watch the Hallmark channel. One time I was watching Oprah and I started to get a hard on.

I am a sentimentalist. I knew a famous magician who hung daily at the poolroom and in fact died on the steps of the outside balcony from a combination of his daily drinking and an empty bottle of pills next to his lifeless body. He was a real sentimentalist, got drunk every day, and when he reached his peak of it he would often break into tears. It was expected. Not once did I see him become intentionally obnoxious or aggressive. His tears kept him in check. Oh yes, he was quite the magician. His stage name was Francis Carlyle although he actual last name was Finnigan. He was one of many memorable characters from the poolroom. Anyway, I am a sentimentalist too. I listen to that type of music. I have seen "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" 20 times. I am a sentimentalist and also a pussy just like you, but I have never gotten a hard on watching Oprah Winfrey. So once again, you win!

On Tuesday, November 2, 2021 at 5:25:19 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Yes I am a pussy. I sometimes watch the Hallmark channel. One time I was watching Oprah and I started to get a hard on.
> I am a sentimentalist. I knew a famous magician who hung daily at the poolroom and in fact died on the steps of the outside balcony from a combination of his daily drinking and an empty bottle of pills next to his lifeless body. He was a real sentimentalist, got drunk every day, and when he reached his peak of it he would often break into tears. It was expected. Not once did I see him become intentionally obnoxious or aggressive. His tears kept him in check. Oh yes, he was quite the magician. His stage name was Francis Carlyle although he actual last name was Finnigan. He was one of many memorable characters from the poolroom. Anyway, I am a sentimentalist too. I listen to that type of music. I have seen "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" 20 times. I am a sentimentalist and also a pussy just like you, but I have never gotten a hard on watching Oprah Winfrey. So once again, you win!

I lied and tricked you! Now we know the truth. You are stupid! No man has even gotten a hard on watching Oprsh. WShoopi maybe.

> I lied and tricked you! Now we know the truth. You are stupid! No man has even gotten a hard on watching Oprsh. WShoopi maybe.

Whoopee did it for me the first few times. She had that exotic look. So different. A woman child crying out in the wilderness. She turned me on. And then just as suddenly I was turned off. So much so in fact that I puked for days every time I thought of our encounters. Oprah was a major turn on before she got older. Even with a bit of heft she was a major turn when she was younger. This is the case with most negro female TV hosts. At first I did not know, nor did I want to believe, that I was actually turned on by these women who have since become disgusting to my eyes. I rarely watched those type shows. But sometimes I'd watch them and only recently did I learn why. I began to notice the only time I watched these type shows was when my DVD player was not working and there was no porn available. I didn't even think about it the first time. The DVD player went down and I automatically switched to Oprah whose first guest was - you guessed it, Whoopi - and I creamed my jeans instantly. By the way, I use that expression, "creamed my jeans", even when I am not wearing jeans because as an expression I find it more a turn-on than blew my load or shot my wad or whatever.

On Wednesday, November 3, 2021 at 8:18:19 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > I lied and tricked you! Now we know the truth. You are stupid! No man has even gotten a hard on watching Oprsh. WShoopi maybe.
> Whoopee did it for me the first few times. She had that exotic look. So different. A woman child crying out in the wilderness. She turned me on. And then just as suddenly I was turned off. So much so in fact that I puked for days every time I thought of our encounters. Oprah was a major turn on before she got older. Even with a bit of heft she was a major turn when she was younger. This is the case with most negro female TV hosts. At first I did not know, nor did I want to believe, that I was actually turned on by these women who have since become disgusting to my eyes. I rarely watched those type shows. But sometimes I'd watch them and only recently did I learn why. I began to notice the only time I watched these type shows was when my DVD player was not working and there was no porn available. I didn't even think about it the first time. The DVD player went down and I automatically switched to Oprah whose first guest was - you guessed it, Whoopi - and I creamed my jeans instantly. By the way, I use that expression, "creamed my jeans", even when I am not wearing jeans because as an expression I find it more a turn-on than blew my load or shot my wad or whatever.

I know this post is satire. You are making fun of those who find the black female attractive. This is called soft racism. But it makes you hard.

> I know this post is satire. You are making fun of those who find the black female attractive. This is called soft racism. But it makes you hard.

I have seen a few attractive ones, but as a rule they don't do it for me. I have seen some who have been softened over time by ethnic mixtures beyond just white and black which on its own tends to produce a subpar product. Even if I find one attractive I can't get past the culture. Even if she is not of their culture, raised totally away from them, she is like an adopted child who is eternally on the search for her birth parents. She will never forget that she is a Negro, and you can bet at at some heated point it will come up and stay up forever. I have been with a few. One who I liked, sense of humor, etc., came to my place one night and I couldn't get it up.. I pretended to be more drunk than I already was as an excuse. But I don't think it fooled her. "Is it because I'm Black?", she said. I said no, that has nothing to do with it - and I wasn't lying. Then again maybe I was lying. We don't always know for sure, do we?

On Saturday, November 6, 2021 at 3:25:49 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > I know this post is satire. You are making fun of those who find the black female attractive. This is called soft racism. But it makes you hard.
> I have seen a few attractive ones, but as a rule they don't do it for me. I have seen some who have been softened over time by ethnic mixtures beyond just white and black which on its own tends to produce a subpar product. Even if I find one attractive I can't get past the culture. Even if she is not of their culture, raised totally away from them, she is like an adopted child who is eternally on the search for her birth parents. She will never forget that she is a Negro, and you can bet at at some heated point it will come up and stay up forever. I have been with a few. One who I liked, sense of humor, etc., came to my place one night and I couldn't get it up. I pretended to be more drunk than I already was as an excuse. But I don't think it fooled her. "Is it because I'm Black?", she said. I said no, that has nothing to do with it - and I wasn't lying. Then again maybe I was lying. We don't always know for sure, do we?

Hate crime 100044 - Unable to make love to a negro.

The negro is a odd species. So are many of those Asian Tribes and Islanders. I went to Tahiti and the Polynesian mixed with French whites produces some good looking women. But race mixing is a tricky game, almost an art.

> The negro is a odd species. So are many of those Asian Tribes and Islanders. I went to Tahiti and the Polynesian mixed with French whites produces some good looking women. But race mixing is a tricky game, almost an art.

It is an art. The first mixed rendering is usually a dud with one race standing out more than the other as if in conflict of some kind. It takes a few generations. And as I said, the inclusion of other 'exotic' ethnicities beyond just white are needed to form a well rounded soft faced symmetrical Negro in diminishment. I was in Jamaica twice, three months each time. There were lots of Blacks mixed with East Indian and other Oriental types. But when I was there Blacks made up 97% of the population. Same thing with the Latinas. Not so hot coming in raw. But after a few generations of American white blood infused into the mix they take on a different look, one I kind of like, especially the gigantic ass cheeks with the deep crease of ultra darkness and stink separating them. Oh yeah baby, but only in my dreams on the DVD. The real thing will come no more.

> The negro is a odd species. So are many of those Asian Tribes and Islanders. I went to Tahiti and the Polynesian mixed with French whites produces some good looking women. But race mixing is a tricky game, almost an art.

Almost an art. So true and also funny. This could be a new industry. Become a race mix expert. Kind of an ancestry.com thing, except in reverse. We don't tell them what they were, we show them what they can become. We photograph their face and meld it into thousands of other pics to help them choose their ultimate look.

"No no, don't get rid of the Negro all the way - I like some of it. Just up the other stuff a bit to soften the Negro look, not to blot it out entirely. This is 2021 man, it's cool to be black. Especially if you're white.

On Saturday, November 6, 2021 at 10:00:54 PM UTC-4, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > The negro is a odd species. So are many of those Asian Tribes and Islanders. I went to Tahiti and the Polynesian mixed with French whites produces some good looking women. But race mixing is a tricky game, almost an art.
> Almost an art. So true and also funny. This could be a new industry. Become a race mix expert. Kind of an ancestry.com thing, except in reverse. We don't tell them what they were, we show them what they can become. We photograph their face and meld it into thousands of other pics to help them choose their ultimate look.
>
> "No no, don't get rid of the Negro all the way - I like some of it. Just up the other stuff a bit to soften the Negro look, not to blot it out entirely. This is 2021 man, it's cool to be black. Especially if you're white.

Slave breeding was a profession. Experts looking over a plantations stock and selecting ones to create specialized slaves. Most of these attempts failed because the plantation owners son had already knocked up any menustrating ones.

> Slave breeding was a profession. Experts looking over a plantations stock and selecting ones to create specialized slaves. Most of these attempts failed because the plantation owners son had already knocked up any menustrating ones.

The experts knew what they were doing and had the right concept, but their attempts failed because they were working with Niggers. Different set of rules. I wouldn't mind having a maid on call. No live-ins though. I would not want a slave, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to trust it. Deep down everyone wants a slave of some kind. Nothing malicious about it, just lazy that's all. Pets are the slaves of today. If they do what their owners say they will be rewarded with long walks with great smell time along the way. Then the owner bends down with his scooper and places his slave's shit into a plastic bag for later disposal.

On Tuesday, November 9, 2021 at 2:32:30 AM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Slave breeding was a profession. Experts looking over a plantations stock and selecting ones to create specialized slaves. Most of these attempts failed because the plantation owners son had already knocked up any menustrating ones.
> The experts knew what they were doing and had the right concept, but their attempts failed because they were working with Niggers. Different set of rules. I wouldn't mind having a maid on call. No live-ins though. I would not want a slave, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to trust it. Deep down everyone wants a slave of some kind. Nothing malicious about it, just lazy that's all. Pets are the slaves of today. If they do what their owners say they will be rewarded with long walks with great smell time along the way. Then the owner bends down with his scooper and places his slave's shit into a plastic bag for later disposal.

A servant would be great. With a nice body. Pretty face. Female too.

> A servant would be great. With a nice body. Pretty face. Female too.

Great idea on the surface, but it won't be long before you're the servant and you know it. At first you might treat her like she's a robot. Pretend she has no mind, no heart, no soul. But then her infection smile along with her hypnotic tits and ass cheek reek will take over and you will find yourself slacking off on the orders until she's the one giving them. How long will you take it? That is for you to know and me to find out.

You made your big mistake when you decided to go "pretty". A good servant must be so ugly they will never take for granted the gift of employment.

On Wednesday, November 10, 2021 at 5:28:47 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > A servant would be great. With a nice body. Pretty face. Female too.
> Great idea on the surface, but it won't be long before you're the servant and you know it. At first you might treat her like she's a robot. Pretend she has no mind, no heart, no soul. But then her infection smile along with her hypnotic tits and ass cheek reek will take over and you will find yourself slacking off on the orders until she's the one giving them. How long will you take it? That is for you to know and me to find out.
>
> You made your big mistake when you decided to go "pretty". A good servant must be so ugly they will never take for granted the gift of employment.

Yes pretty is a risky quality. I am a victim of beauty. Especially the skin deep variety.

> Yes pretty is a risky quality. I am a victim of beauty. Especially the skin deep variety.

People who ridicule skin deep beauty need to have their partner's flesh removed down to skeleton form so they will realize that all beauty is skin deep. One guy is talking to another:

"You are very shallow to think that beauty is only skin deep."

The other guy replies, "You mean there's another kind?"

"Yes", says the accuser who is accompanied by his wife, "of course, Beauty goes beyond the skin."

"Ok then", says the accused who is also a magician - a real magician, not the professional stage type - "let's get a good look at it", as he reaches out stage magician style and rips the flesh from his wife's bone in one swift move revealing a skeleton covered by a road map of sinew and ligaments and raw muscle. He continues: I don't see much beauty in that. Do you?"

"It goes deeper", says the accuser. "It's not about shallow beneath the skin stuff, I'm talking about the beauty of the soul."

"Very well then", says the accused, reading out again stage magician style and ripping the aforementioned sinew, muscles, and tendon clean off the skeleton. "How about now!"

"Deeper", cries the accuser. "You've got to get to the soul to find it."

Then, with his bare hands the accused begins to rip the weaker bones to shreds until he realizes bones are pretty tough, at which time he retires to another room and returns with a large woodsman's axe. "Alright now, let's get to that soul", he cries as he begins to whack away at the skeleton, tearing bone to shard and shard to dust, then sifting through the dust to find the ever elusive soul.

On Friday, November 12, 2021 at 5:10:12 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > Yes pretty is a risky quality. I am a victim of beauty. Especially the skin deep variety.
> People who ridicule skin deep beauty need to have their partner's flesh removed down to skeleton form so they will realize that all beauty is skin deep. One guy is talking to another:
>
> "You are very shallow to think that beauty is only skin deep."
>
> The other guy replies, "You mean there's another kind?"
>
> "Yes", says the accuser who is accompanied by his wife, "of course, Beauty goes beyond the skin."
>
> "Ok then", says the accused who is also a magician - a real magician, not the professional stage type - "let's get a good look at it", as he reaches out stage magician style and rips the flesh from his wife's bone in one swift move revealing a skeleton covered by a road map of sinew and ligaments and raw muscle. He continues: I don't see much beauty in that. Do you?"
>
> "It goes deeper", says the accuser. "It's not about shallow beneath the skin stuff, I'm talking about the beauty of the soul."
>
> "Very well then", says the accused, reading out again stage magician style and ripping the aforementioned sinew, muscles, and tendon clean off the skeleton. "How about now!"
>
> "Deeper", cries the accuser. "You've got to get to the soul to find it."
>
> Then, with his bare hands the accused begins to rip the weaker bones to shreds until he realizes bones are pretty tough, at which time he retires to another room and returns with a large woodsman's axe. "Alright now, let's get to that soul", he cries as he begins to whack away at the skeleton, tearing bone to shard and shard to dust, then sifting through the dust to find the ever elusive soul.

I bet this happens a lot.

> I bet this happens a lot.

More than most think. Skeleton shredding is catching on big time along with post death soul searching. No grave digging is allowed, but of course it happens now and then. One man is not enough for the exhausting project. Teams are used to spread the skeleton and mash it to dust, all the while making sure the semi-invisible soul doesn't sneak off. It's not easy. Once captured, the souls are placed in special highly expensive 'soul sacks' from which they cannot escape. They are then taken to the Smithsonian to be put on display in the Death Wing's 'Soul Section" for viewing.

On Saturday, November 13, 2021 at 7:40:13 PM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > I bet this happens a lot.
> More than most think. Skeleton shredding is catching on big time along with post death soul searching. No grave digging is allowed, but of course it happens now and then. One man is not enough for the exhausting project. Teams are used to spread the skeleton and mash it to dust, all the while making sure the semi-invisible soul doesn't sneak off. It's not easy. Once captured, the souls are placed in special highly expensive 'soul sacks' from which they cannot escape. They are then taken to the Smithsonian to be put on display in the Death Wing's 'Soul Section" for viewing.

soul section. Sounds like a African American thing.