When I was in high school – in a public school in an Atlanta suburb – I remember having to watch Michael Moore’s Roger and Me. And I actually remember saying to myself, “Self – why do I have to watch this movie? Because this fat dude is a giant douchebag.”
Of course, I kept my thoughts to myself. After all, I was a soon-to-be graduating senior who couldn’t wait to get out of high school and onto more appealing educational pursuits -sans parental supervision and with kegs and a new crop of cute boys, of course.
Enter this article I read yesterday. Yet another high school victim is being forced to watch a Michael Moore movie as part of the curriculum. Only, this kid spoke out. And for that, I want to give her a standing ovation.
The St. Charles, Mo. teacher who forced her students to watch Moore’s hypocritical tirade, Debra Blessman, at first didn’t reveal the name of the movie that her students were going to have to endure as the basis FOR THEIR FINAL EXAM. But when she finally did, she described the film in this ridiculously biased manner:
In this documentary, the director/writer Michael Moore exposes the dysfunctional North American health care system, oriented to huge profits and not for their mission of saving lives. Further, he shows the corruption in the political system, with members of government and congress “bought” by the corporations and the situation of the average American citizens, including those that volunteered to work in the rescue mission of the September 11th. Then he travels to Canada, Great Britain and France to compare their systems showing their hospital, doctors, staffs and patients. Last but not least, he shows that the prisoners in Guantanamo have better medical treatment than the common people in USA, and he ends getting free treatment to the Americans that participate along the documentary in Cuba.
She didn’t think any of her students would object to this blatant liberal indoctrination. You know, because 18-year olds shouldn’t have minds of their own. But, much to her dismay, my new high school heroine spoke up.
18-year-old senior Celeste Finkenbine went straight to one of the school’s principals to raise her objections. Why? Because, based on her experiences with Blessman this semester and during a class three years earlier, Finkenbine didn’t think she would get very far pleading her case with the teacher she describes as a liberal.
Unlike the vast majority of her classmates, Finkenbine is a politically-active conservative who spends many Saturday afternoons attending anti-socialism rallies at the intersection of Highways K and N in nearby O’Fallon, Mo. When she’s not in school or holding a sign on a street corner, you’re likely to find her working at a local nursing home in preparation for what she hopes will be a career as a geriatric physician.
My translation – “Hey liberal commie teacher who smells like patchouli – You know what I think about your lame attempt at liberal indoctrination? I think you’re pathetic, and I’m obviously already smarter than you.”
So, you know what the teacher did? In front of the whole class, she said, “Well, we all know you’re a teabagger.”
Reaaaaaallly appropriate. Nice work.
Since then, Celeste didn’t have to watch the movie for her final, but the other students did. I believe this moron also still has her job, and will surely continue to blatantly force her agenda on her students instead of doing what she should be doing – you know, that thing called TEACHING.
Celeste Finkenbine? You go on, girl. You continue to speak your mind, be proud of who you are and what you stand for, and don’t settle for being a sheep. Go on to college, become a prominent geriatric physician, and when this chick is being rationed healthcare someday as an old hag in our new socialist medical utopia that she obviously supports, you can just shrug your shoulders and say, “well, that’s just how it works here now” when you have to deny her treatment. And then you can go tell her to watch “Sicko” when she bitches about having to wait in a line for a vital organ.
I swear, my infant daughter’s teachers are going to hate me someday. I can’t wait.
