So a deaf three-year-old is not allowed to sign his name at school because his name is “Hunter” and the sign for it uses a gun gesture. I don’t even know how we get any sissier than this. I guess the next step is to just go ahead with banning the possessions of penises at school. I know Democrats would love a crackdown on that as people who possess those as they (along with those who own guns) have always been a problem for them politically.
I should mention that in my new book, there is a chapter on combating childhood sissiness. The book does solve all of America’s problems, and this is getting to be a big one.
I suggest he change is name to another familiar sign.
I’m guessing the teachers didn’t like the way he signed his name, winked at them, and then simulated putting his hand in his holster before sauntering back to his seat.
Give that kid some bacon and appoint him the ambassador of IMAO!!!
In the meantime, the boy with barrettes in his hair who signs his name “Flower” still sashays around the playground with his Malibu Barbie doll because the teachers think he’s normal….
Bashar Assad is a little miffed also.
Perhaps he should change his name to Dick. I have a suggestion how he could sign that for that teacher.
Wait until his sister, Conception, shows up !
What do you suppose the sign is for “Peasant, sit down, shutup, and be a sissy”
Do you think the teacher recognized the sign for “up yours dooshy”
The parents were going to name him leprechan, but the sign was offensive.
Can you say home school? I think you can!
They were going to change his name to Dick but I’m pretty sure his last name is Smoker!
If you put your finger gun in your pocket, do you need a concealed carry license?
How about two words: “Hun Tear?”
As in take Nazi the bastard, tear out his living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks!
(Oh, sorry George.)
This poor kid is being persecuted just because he shares my name. I had no idea I was so well known as a far right-wing conservative by his school’s administrators. And while I’ll admit to being a rampant egotist and intermittent camera-hog, THIS level of fame surprised even me. But that’s Grand Island, NY for you, I guess.
Just down the coast a bit, in Richmond, VA, if you care to stop by the Virginia State Capitol, you can see a statue of Hunter Holmes McGuire, my Great-to-the-nth-Grandfather, after whom I am named. Granted, he’s not astride a horse or waving a sabre – as would likely have been the case had they made the statue a bit earlier in his life when he was General Stonewall Jackson’s close friend and personal surgeon, not to mention chief surgeon of Jackson’s Corps while serving in the Army of Northern Virginia.
No, they’ve got Great nth-Granpa sitting in a chair, holding a book. Hardly a fitting pose for a war hero, but it probably has something to do with him contributing to the original Geneva Conventions, which Wikipedia says is why the Boston Medical Journal wrote in his obituary that he had “humanized war.” Or maybe the whole “seated with a big book” thing was because he established what became a good chunk of the Medical College of Virginia.
I wonder if they teach sign language at the Medical College of Virginia… Somebody please give a shout out if you know.
The world has changed. I can speak authoritatively on this matter. True story: Way back in the very early 1980s, on separate occasions, I brought a mini-14 assault rifle, and two shotguns to school, unannounced and without permission. These were real weapons. The shotguns, loaded with home-made blanks (do NOT try this at home), were used as props for a pep-rally. The rifle was a prop for a “Senior Superlatives” photo session.
No SWAT teams were called, no international headlines were made, and somewhat surprisingly for even then, no detentions were given (I suspected I might be at risk for that, but no).
Of course you know the Liberals are always going to have a counter example… “What about Hunter Thompson?” they’ll exclaim! “He even died of a gunshot wound!” Well, yes he did.
But Hunter Thompson was so comfortable being a freaked out nut that he made it his trademark, and the gunshot was self-inflicted.
So you’ve got this young, impressionable Grand Islander named Hunter. Forget ME for a moment (I jest, of course), and ask yourself who would make a better roll model for the boy – Hunter McGuire or Hunter Thompson.
And yes, that’s a rhetorical question.
I think they need to get the kid out of that clown college.
I also took a gun to school, but it was back in the ’70s. We had a day where students were supposed to bring in something they made, and I had just finished building a working replica of a Kentucky .45 muzzle loading rifle from a kit. I even took it outside and lit off a couple of percussion caps (less fun than going plinking at stuff, but not too bad for school).
And didn’t Hunter Thompson get cremated and have his ashes shot out of a cannon?