Commie Austin.
Started school in a one room
schoolhouse in northern
Minnesota, 1960. After entering
the front door, coats, rubber
boots, and mittens on one side,
lunches with your name on the
paper sack, on the other. Heavenly
aromas of lunches filled with
homemade apple pie and sandwiches
made from freshly baked bread.
The highscool seniors (there
were two), chopped the firewood
for the stove in the center of
the classroom.
Our school bus was a 1948 buick.
With all the snow in that part
of Minnesota, it never got stuck,
and not once did they cancel
school because of the snow.
How far we’ve come.
demonratcommiescumbagposturdsinthepunchbowl are full-O-carp.
How are these loony idiots going to grass-feed burgers.
I’ve been around Burgers most of My 59 years and I’ve never seen a burger that consumes grass.
Maybe Michelle Obama could give them some suggestions on how to improve the food so kids wouldn’t need to bring their own. /s
Let’s all be completely dependent on the state. Great idea!