Arrr, one crew in Chicago be keepin' our young scallywags from claimin' their treasure of bright tomorrows!
2025-01-14
Arrr! The scallywags have dealt a mighty blow to our poor mateys! The echoes of their misdeeds be ringin' through the ages, and by Davy Jones' locker, we be feelin' the sting already! Aye, a right pickle we find ourselves in!
Ahoy, me hearties! 'Tis a tale of woe from the South Side of Chicago, where a brave soul be fightin' against the scallywags of the Chicago Teachers Union. This matey be battlin’ gangs, hunger, and the crassness of materialism to save the young'uns, but alas! The union be actin’ like a barnacle on the hull, weighin' down progress!Why, in these here parts, only 29 of every 100 scallywags can read at grade level, and a mere 18% be proficient in the art of reckonin’. Yet, the union claims to be doin’ a mighty fine job, boastin’ that 81% of their crew be rated “excellent.” Aye, it be a ruse, a grand illusion! Kids be pushed along like cargo on a ship, graduatin' without learnin’ a thing, while the union hoards power like a greedy captain with a treasure chest!
Shiver me timbers! They blame the lack of doubloons for their failin’ schools when they be spendin’ more gold than ever before. The truth, me mateys, be that the union cares not for the future of our young buccaneers but for their own selfish gain. The youth are adrift, settin' sail for trouble, whilst the union sails on a sea of lies, drownin’ our hopes!