Memo to New York Teachers: F*ck You, Pay Me.

My colleague and blogging brother Sullio posted this the other day and word has it Grand Imperial Do Nothing Andy Pallotta decided he'd been besmirched or pantsed or called a spaghetti twirler or something, even though Pallotta's name never comes up. Lil Andy was so upset he wanted to file a discrimination claim, a Notice of Feelings Hurt, an Insensitivity Injunction or some such legal bullshit. Guess What Andy, if you put up with the ed reformy nonsense we put up with in the classroom every day maybe you'd have a pair and a thicker skin. Maybe you should give up noodling around Latham with your feelings hurt and undies bunched and hop back into the fray with the rest of us. From here  you sound like a third rate drama queen and a thin skinned one at that.



Friends, if you haven't read Sullio's post it's short and sweet and dead on point. Enjoy:


Lost seniority rights? Fuck you pay me.

Lost due process rights? Fuck you pay me. 

Lost your pension? Fuck you pay me.

Just keep paying and absolutely nothing will change—that's a promise.

It's a proud New York tradition:













Sincerely, 

NYSUT Unity Caucus