When the little green dragon woke up on the morning of 17th March it was astonished to see that Algy’s hair had turned bright green. For a moment it wondered whether it might itself be to blame for this strange transformation, but Algy was quick to reassure his little friend.
“My hair always turns green on this day,” he explained. “It’s St. Patrick’s Day!”
But unlike Algy, who lived almost within reach of the Emerald Isle, the wee dragon from the faraway land of Patadragonia had never heard of St. Patrick, and so Algy had to explain, albeit with a certain amount of tact, as he was not entirely sure what views the patron saint of Ireland might have held on the subject of little green dragons, which perhaps could be thought to bear a superficial resemblance to snakes 🐉
His little friend was fascinated to learn that a tradition of celebrating this day with “the wearing of the green” had developed long after the saint’s lifetime, and it obligingly started to glow in its own unique emerald hue. But a moment later a typically ferocious early March hailstorm swept in from the ocean, and the dragon, being an exceptionally warm-blooded beast, rushed under the nearest rock.
“Don’t hide,” cried Algy, pointing to the sky, “come with me and you can warm yourself in the glow of the rainbow.”
The little dragon looked up at the sky and gasped, because not only had it never seen spring flowers, it had never before seen a rainbow, for rain was exceedingly rare in Patadragonia, and a combination of rain and sunshine was entirely unknown.
“Follow me!” Algy shouted happily, as he swept up into the sky, and – a wee bit reluctantly – the little green dragon crept out of the narrow crevice in which it had tried to shelter, then bravely leaped into the air, although the rain and hail had not yet stopped.
“That’s right!” called Algy in encouragement. “Come and dance!”
The little green dragon hastened to join its fluffy friend, driven on, no doubt, by the hailstones pounding against its back, and in no time at all the two friends were dancing happily together in the beautiful glowing colours of the rainbow – the universal symbol of hope and joy… and of spring in the wild west Highlands of Scotland 🌈
“Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” cried Algy. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”
And for all his friends around the world he recited this special Irish blessing:
Wishing you a rainbow For sunlight after showers— Miles and miles of Irish smiles For golden happy hours— Shamrocks at your doorway For luck and laughter too, And a host of friends that never ends Each day your whole life through!
In Loudon County, VA, a boy wearing a skirt forcibly raped a girl in the girl’s bathroom. The rapist was allowed into the girl’s bathroom under the school’s bathroom policies.
The administration called the girl’s dad to the school. The girl was tested using a rape kit.
The school told the dad that they would “handle the issue internally.”
The dad flipped out on them and was arrested. The school alerted parents that an incident had occurred – the incident being an angry parent.
The rape kit confirmed the identity of the rapist.
The rapist got a plea deal and continued attending classes.
The rapist raped another girl.
The dad of the first victim attended a school board meeting to try to get awareness for the situation.
Another attendee told the dad she didn’t believe his daughter, and the board kept insisting there was no risk to girls from allowing biological males to use girls’ restrooms.
The dad got agitated. A police officer tried to grab his arm from behind him, and the dad instinctively pulled away.
It took several police officers to hold the dad down and handcuff him.
This dad has been treated worse by police than the rapist who raped his daughter.
There still has been no justice for either of this rapist’s victims.
And the DOJ is calling parents domestic terror threats.
Get.
Your.
Kids.
Out.
Of.
Public.
Schools.
Now.
This is the direct result of the politicization and demedicalization of gender dysphoria. And it happened because we were all too terrified of being canceled for “transphobia” to push back against this insanity before it got this far. Now, under the guise of tolerance and acceptance, the rape culture that feminists used to have to pretend was real is forming before our very eyes. Get your kids out of public school now, but also fight back against this. Get on your school board, attend PTA meetings, vote. Get this insanity out of our schools before it’s too late.
So which is it: school admin called the victim’s parent to the school and got reamed out by him, or they knew absolutely nothing the entire time?
One of the above stories is 100% horseshit.
It’s one I’m not touching with a 10-foot pole because there’s far too many redactions and he-said, she-said to get a clear view. But I didn’t see anyone else linking the story directly, so here it is.
Sure, and I appreciate it! “They’re lying out the ass” is info, after all
I’m just not sure which I believe 😅
idk if the story is true or false or whatever
but I’m absolutely thrilled to know what op suggests as an alternative to public schools
or are they just of the opinion that the mother should stay home anyways as housewifes and then they might as well do the job of 10-ish different highly educated professionals without any training or experience of her own?
And yes, I think parents should homeschool. I don’t care which parent does it, or if the parents participate in a co-op or micro school.
As a public school educator, I say get your kids out of public school.
Not because of this story, because it’s just the most recent in a LONG line of reasons that the public school system is awful and I would never ever recommend it to anyone.
My followers know that I’ve been screaming about this for quite a while now, BEGGING people to get their kids out.
There’s stuff like this story
There’s the political indoctrination
There’s the grooming
There’s the absolute failure to meet the academic needs of students
And there’s also the fact that no, your child’s public school teacher is not smarter than you.
It is not difficult to become a public school teacher, because there has been a teacher shortage for some time and most states are desperate for anyone with a pulse and a bachelor’s degree.
Parents seem to be under the delusion that the public school teacher knows something they don’t, and that they as parents aren’t qualified. That is utter crap.
All you need is a semi-decent curriculum and you’re already doing better than most public schools.
Your kids can get social interaction without public schools.
Your kids can play sports and participate in extracurricular activities without public schools.
Your kids can certainly get better academics without public schools.
Don’t believe them when they tell you that you need them.
And I apologize for not including the source in my original post, I was angry posting. @stop-stalin-and-suck-my-dick @thehappyhobgoblin @poetryofyouth here’s additional reporting on the story:
I love it when leftists out themselves as rape apologists/deniers.
Also it took me 2 seconds to google the incident and the results were from a variety of sources, so they really are just sitting there and scratching their ass denying everything.
Carlos was born a few minutes after Camilo and unlike his brother who had given his parents a smile once he was born, Pepa and Felix received a glare from the younger twin.
Him, Camilo, and Mirabel were close whilst growing up and would often hang out with one another.
Even though he’s the youngest, Carlos would be the one who acts as if he’s the more mature one.
“Camilo, Mirabel, don’t get yourselves into trouble.”
“We won’t, Carlito.” Eye twitching because he doesn’t like nicknames but he’ll make exceptions.
While Carlos was Carlito, Camilo is Camilito. It was cute. They matched.
Upon getting his powers, he wouldn’t be like Camilo who was eager to help the town. He had developed a dislike for the townspeople of Encanto after shunning his Tio Bruno.
He doesn’t do Camilo’s little twirl when he shifts into someone else. He just stands there menacingly. It’s a bit unnerving.
While Camilo is a theatre kid, Carlos is more of a sportsy type of kid. Often he excels in sports related activities but his lack of motivation to do anything plus his short temper makes it hard for him to play team sports.
Regularly gets into fights with boys his age because unlike Camilo, he isn’t the type to make people smile with his gift. He’s the type to create chaos.
That being said he once tried to blow out the candle for not giving Mirabel a gift.
He sticks close to Mirabel just in case someone teases her for having no gift.
He would pull a knife on them.
“Mirabel? Delivery! I gave you the “special” since you’re the only Madrigal kid with no gift. I call it the “not special” special. Since uh, since you have no gift.”
Cue a click of a pocket knife.
“You want me to remove that gut of yours, Osvaldo?”
He’s definitely Alma’s least favorite because he doesn’t help as much and doesn’t use his gift much to honor the miracle. He could care less though.
Carlos deemed that the townspeople weren’t worthy of helping after knowing about his Tio Bruno from his sister Dolores.
He would still often get mistaken for Camilo which he isn’t thrilled about no matter how much he loved his brother.
He would wear more darker colors, heavily contrasting Camilo’s bright yellows with dark or burnt oranges.
The two slits on his eyebrows weren’t intentional.
After getting into a fistfight with someone who bullied Mirabel, he had acquired a wound on his eyebrow from the impact of their punches. Which he had returned tenfold. Rather than letting Julieta heal it, he allowed it to heal naturally despite many protests.
This would later become the two slits you see on his eyebrow and a way on how to tell Camilo and him apart.
Carlos has a beauty mark on the left side of his chin next to his lower lip.
He also has heterochromia. His right eye is brown while the left eye is green.
Unlike Camilo who is more into acting and plays, Carlos is more into musical instruments and plays the tiple.
He doesn’t get into fights often but when he does he’s giving it his all. If you say some shit about his family, best watch your back.
He loves his family but he has his own way of showing it.
BONUS INFO
His voice is Camilo’s Italian VA
Definitely knows about his uncle inside the walls because Dolores babbles about his Tio’s telenovelas.
Cries along with Dolores when the main character rat he was rooting for gets killed off.
Probably the least pressured of the Madrigals since he could care less about helping the town.
Has the tough guy exterior going on but he does care.
Definitely gets on Alma’s nerves.
After Casita gets rebuilt, he may be helpful at times.. only if he’s up for it.
Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
