guys we need to bring trans recoms back in 2026
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Imagine that you, as a teacher, go teach at a new school. The school asks you to do a quick test to see if you are suitable.
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The test is a PragerU test…
No, not joking. This is a reality, and it includes questions like this:
So, a highly politically biased organisation is telling teachers that they should not express their political views, but if said teacher fails their test, which includes many politically biased questions, they cannot teach.
Such question is absurd. Politics CAN be debated in higher education, especially from a non-biased viewpoint. Persuasion of students towards ANY political side is NOT OK. Yet Prager does this regularily. Their right-wing videos are made FOR kids. And now they are making sure teachers adopt THEIR viewpoints.
This is a reality we live in. Behold these questions:
Clearly, those are not associated with teaching at all. They are meant to reinforce a rightie viewpoint. Why should a teacher concern themselves with sex in humans, let alone identifying a child’s sex?
This is precisely what PragerU does. They infiltrate schools, flood them with right-wing ideology, and try to snuff out any and all room for discussion or debate.
HOWEVER, now is the time to fight back. Now more than ever. Is PragerU used at your school, in any shape or form? Contact the headmaster or the deputies. Contact the dean. Contact the school board. Let people know how dissatisfied you are. Only by not staying silent can we fight against the screams of hatred.
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Dennis Prager and the teacher’s test.
Dennis Prager and the teacher’s test.
Educators relocating to Oklahoma who wish to get a teaching job in the state must pass an assessment designed by conservative organization PragerU in order to earn a certificate that allows them to teach in Oklahoma schools. This is meant to ensure the state is successfully weeding out left-wing agendas in education.
The public can also take the test…
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Dennis Prager and the teacher’s test.
Dennis Prager and the teacher’s test.
Educators relocating to Oklahoma who wish to get a teaching job in the state must pass an assessment designed by conservative organization PragerU in order to earn a certificate that allows them to teach in Oklahoma schools. This is meant to ensure the state is successfully weeding out left-wing agendas in education.
The public can also take the test…
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PragerU at it again…
Once again Prager pops up where my eyes can see it, and once again I wish to use my bit of writing skills to shed some light on the practices they use to brainwash the young folk and kids they target.
So, what is it about this time?
Basically, an article that tells a story of a bar shooting, showing how a man heroically saved many people there, and then it proceeds to shamelessly attribute it all to outdated vision of masculinity, as if a feminine man, or anyone else, couldn’t be heroic, helpful, or kind.
- Firstly, identity, gender, and musculinity have NOTHING to do with the incident. Any person can save someone else in crisis. They just borrowed that story for a far-right narrative.
- They paint a story about the “hero” but understanding the perpetrator is often key to helping prevent future violence. Yet that is brushed aside, as if it doesn’t even matter.
- “The killer was 28 years old, lost, lonely and living with mom.” This presents a highly oversimplified “male loner” stereotype. They brush away countless potential psychological factors or warnings, all for the sake of the narrative.
- They also mention that society condemns the masculinity mentioned in the article. That is, however, a great case of a straw man argument. Society criticises toxic masculinity, not traits like bravery of selflessness. Prager is actively trying to paint a picture that all masculinity is labelled as bad by the opposition, which is simply not true.
- The article also heavily relies on emotional manipulation. It paints the picture of all the “heroic firefighters” and tries to appeal to patriotism. That alone is very American and very single-minded. It offers no insight. Only tries to rally people behind false sayings.
- “Only the educated classes have learned to sneer at it. Would that they never need it.” Perhaps the most outrageous part of the whole article. Elitist scapegoating. They try to paint educated people as someone opposed to heroism, kindness, or self-sacrifice. This is a key example of an ongoing American war on education. Furthemore, it tries to make education seem as the enemy. “Don’t trust schools. Trust us. We will teach you what you need.” Yeah… right.
- The article also suggests that since we can never get rid of all gun violence, efforts in trying to reduce it are pointless. This is their attempt at persuading more people to reject further gun regulations.
- “Fortunately, Matt Wennerstrom and his friends missed the lecture that young women don’t require male protection.”
Sarcastically dismisses the point of feminist movements. Not being dependent on men does not mean never needing help or protection.
Overall, Prager is trying to take an unfortunate incident and a story of good deeds and twist it to force their outdated views of masculinity onto young men, and to push women back into the roles they had long before years of feminist struggle.
And all this they push onto kids in schools. Do not let them. Point at the evil. Do not let it twist words without consequence.
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Candace Owens and Dennis Prager Distort Slavery to Protect White Feelings
as my brother says “fuck yo feelings, It’s all about the truth”
1777 Vermont was the very first state to abolish slavery
Fuck yo feelings learn this truth
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Okay. Hypothetical question. Can I get in trouble for encouraging my followers to review bomb an app? Because if I can I definitely will not be encouraging my followers to review bomb this app.
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Pakman vs Prager
A video I uploaded to Youtube. Liberal commentator David Pakman in wide ranging discussion with Dennis Prager of PragerU fame.
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Not so bad
@recom-week day 2: Found family
Summary: Spider’s thoughts about the recoms as they travel together.
[[MORE]]Spider felt numb when ‘Quaritch’ left the room, eyeing the four finger hand print on the wall.
Tomorrow he’d be leaving with the recom unit to hunt down the people he loved most in this world. What else could he do? If he fought, protested more then he’d be locked up here. He’d never see them again, never see Kiri again. So he’d go with them.
He’d jumped up onto the air craft, spying the mounted gun. He’d always been so interested in them, eyeing the one on the ship back home. He couldn’t risk the attention back there, not where Neytiri could see him. Her ever present scowl followed him all his life. Never approving of anything. He tried so hard to please her, to make her at least ambivalent towards him. Still her icy cold stare cut into him, only soothed by Kiri’s kind eyes.
He still remembered her rage. Her hiss and strong hands shoving him to the ground. No one was there for him, he was alone with her. He didn’t mean it, he’d only tripped. Still it was the only time he could remember touching her skin. The fury it awoke still found him in his darkest nightmares. He was sure she’d only meant to knock him off her but the scar on his back burned at the memory.
Spider let the impulse win, jumping up and playing with the handles of the mount. What was another scar from a parental figure at this point. Quaritch scolded him, gripping his shoulder and moving him to the bench. His hands were firm but the grip wouldn’t even bruise. Spider let himself be moved, puzzled by the gentle force. His tone felt so familiar when Quaritch spoke, like Jake when Lo'ak or Neteyam were in trouble. The firm commanding voice of their father. It sent an odd feeling through his chest, one he wanted to ignore.
He’d sat by Mansk, eyeing the stoic man as they flew past the canopies. Spider felt unnerved by his stillness, till he caught a twitch of his tail. Looking past the soldier’s feigned indifference, Spider noted his posture more carefully. He sat rigid, staring out straight into the air, never lowering his eyes to the land rushing below. Spider felt a smirk cross his face, this man was scared of heights.
“Phew what a view!” Spider jeered, leaning into Mansk’s space. The man remained stiff, grunting a curt noncommittal response. Spider continued his teasing, pointing out landmarks and birds as they passed. The blue toned skin blanching as he did, Mansk’s ears tipping lower.
It felt good, teasing this man. He knew he couldn’t really retaliate, Quaritch wouldn’t have it. Any attempt to run or seriously stop their mission would have him sent back or worse. So it felt like the only fight he could win right now. A small revenge he could have for himself. Maybe it was a pitiful attempt but watching the guy squirm was better than wallowing in his own suffering.
When Quaritch mentioned going Na'vi to find the Sully’s, a wicked plan crossed his mind. He couldn’t stop them but maybe someone else could. He told them about the Ikrans, playing up how fast and loyal the creatures were. Never really imparting what he knew of their violence. How an unprepared hunter could be torn to shreds trying to obtain one. How even Neteyam had returned battered and wounded from his trial. Sure they were all fighters but there’s a big difference between a man and a beast.
He leaped around the group as they marched. They were firm ridged things, not the leaping smooth agile na'vi he was familiar with. Their big military boots cracked branches and slipped against mossy rocks. Spider barked a laugh as Prager flailed, just barely catching himself from falling.
“You know you’d do so much better without those?” He smirked, preening at the scowl sent his way. They were foolish to cling to their human things. They didn’t know how their bodies were built for this now. How their feet would shift and mold to the ground, their strength propelling them through the green. That the hot humidity of the jungle would be fine without their heavy clothes.
They stopped for the night by a river. Two days before they’d reach the cliff. There they’d have to make the jump and climb the vines to the nesting grounds. Spider told them none of this, anticipation building for the moment Mansk faced the leap. Spider eyed him now, his discomfort in the heat clear as he dropped his heavy artillery and slumped to the ground.
“What you smirkin’ at kid” Lopez dropped down next to him. Spider turned ignoring him but was brought back by the smell of food. He never ate with the Sullys, not even with the clan. Always going back to the labs hungry and eating alone in his room.
Lopez saw him out the corner of his eye, smiling at the kid. Spider felt caught under his gaze. It wasn’t anger, no scarcely hidden contempt for his kind behind yellow eyes. He just smiled as he nudged the plate closer to him. Spider reached cautiously, Lopez pulled the plate back at the last second laughing before handing it back.
“Sorry sorry! I’m only messin’ here” Lopez laughed at him but true to his word stayed still as Spider swiped the warm bread. He held it to him eyeing the man as he chuckled into his own piece.
“Better enjoy it, be rations from here on.” Lopez grimaced as he took a big bite. Spider eyed his fangs.
“Why? You guys can’t hunt?” Spider jeered. Lopez shrugged, unaffected by his remark. He finished chewing, swallowing before responding.
“Ain’t got the time.” He spoke, though he didn’t sound sure. Spider hummed, lifting his mask to take a bite. It was amazing, not cold left overs from the scientists or odd na'vi fruits Kiri kindly gifted. Real nice human food, something he’d never had. He turned his attention back to Lopez as he chewed. How could a man not hunt? Sure Norm and Max couldn’t but they were human. Spider supposed for all intents and purposes Lopez was human, at least until recently.
“It’s easy, even I can tag a yerik. Sure some fresh meat would be better, than whatever freeze dried crap you got.” Spider boasted, he’d never actually had the chance to hunt properly but he’d plenty of practice with the bow. Plus Lo'ak and him had tracked their herds before. He was sure given the chance he could do it, though maybe it’d be better to let them struggle on rations.
“Tell you what, if Quaritch’ll allow it I’m down for that.” Lopez grinned at him. Spider bristled, grabbing another roll before darting off. He didn’t like the way the soldier smiled so warmly at him. The way he seemed eager to allow him space in their team.
He didn’t want to be in their team. He wanted to be free, to be with Kiri, Lo'ak, hell even Neteyam would be okay. Though he’d maintained the distance his mother had wanted. Spider stewed as he curled up to sleap, unaware of the watchful eyes that kept him safe through the night.
Spider waded through the river the next day. Prager had been the first to abandon his shoes, pacing with Spider as they went. The rest had followed Lyle’s lead and cut their trousers above the knee. Their thick skin didn’t need the protection from the plants and the cooler air seemed greatly appreciated.
“Hey kid, there’s no like Pandoran leaches right?” Prager leaned down to whisper. Spider looked up at the young man. Being clones they were all the same age technically but Spider had noticed how they treated him. He was the youngest of the group before and remained so in spirit now. He was probably only a couple years Spider’s senior, maybe 5 or 6 at most, he thought.
“Nope just these beetles that’ll climb up your dick hole.” Spider joked, laughing at Prager’s horror stricken face. “Hey don’t worry, not like your the one who’s waist deep.” Spider laughed, feeling a little bad at the man’s reaction.
Prager squeaked scooping him up under his arms suddenly. Spider yelled as Prager ran the rest of the way to the shore with him held out in front of him. Spider squirmed in his grip, yelling to be put down.
“Don’t worry kid I got you!” He sang out, earning a glare from Quaritch. At the river bank he gently placed Spider back on his feet. Prager kept his head low the rest of the day but Spider kept locking eyes and laughing under their breath together.
The group spoke to him as they went. He was the expert, the best amongst them at pretty much anything that mattered right now. Lopez and Prager were especially talkative. They asked him question after question, about anything and everything. Even joking and laughing with him, bumping against his shoulder playfully. Spider let his walls down, they were so open with him, never shying away from his touch or angering at his otherness.
An idea came to him that night under the stars. It was after Zdog had remarked at the horizon to him. The twinkle in her eyes as she took in the sight. Spider glanced and saw a similar look across their faces. Jake had been human once and he’d learned the way. If it saved him could it save them?
He stewed on it the next day, walking by Quaritch’s side. They said they’d go full Na'vi right? So what if he taught them more than just words? What if he could get them to see the world as he did? As the Na'vi did. Would they stop? Leave the RDA likeJake and be free out here?
There’d been no sign, no floating seed to guild him as it had Neytiri. Though that would be expected, he was human, Eywa would never see him as one of hers. So it was up to him to decide if they could be worthy of her right? Or at least to guide them to her judgement. So he would, he’d take them to the Ikrans as planned and if they survived then they were chosen.
They were so kind to him, it hurt. Even amongst the humans he’d never felt so…seen. Sure they were rough and their jokes were often cruel but they never meant it maliciously. It wasn’t the glares of the clan or the pity filled eyes of the scientist.
To them he was just a kid. Not evil or strange, not an outcast to both sides. Just him. Just Spider.
Quaritch was surprisingly respectful of that. He’d never slipped up and called him Miles. He’d not even pestered him about his father again. There was an understanding from him that made Spider ache. He was a everything Spider had seen a father be and he offered it so willingly to him.
When he thought he’d killed him, Spider felt numb. There was no words to describe the guilt that swelled up in him. So it had been decided then, Eywa did not want them. The group hovered around, uncertain what to do. Lyle had tapped his shoulder, Spider was so sure the face he’d turn to would be full of rage. They’d blame him, tear him to shreds and leave him for the Ikrans.
Instead there was just sympathy and sadness. Lyle met his gaze and squeezed his shoulder.
“Come on kid.” He’d said, giving him a hand to stand. Then he was rounding everyone up. Spider barely had a moment to register the strange peace nestled in with his sorrow. Quaritch road up, cheering exploded from around him. He felt his own face light up involuntarily, his chest swelling with joy. It bubbled out into a laugh, the others jostling forward, clapping his shoulder or ruffling hair as they passed.
He shared the knowledge he had then. Actually preparing the others for the task. Quaritch smiling at him fondly the whole time, chest puffed out. Pride? Was he proud of him? Spider squirreled that thought away, pushing it down. He wasn’t ready to admit how fond he was becoming of him, of all of them.
They were listening to him though. Around the fire he’d tell them more about this world and they were listening. He left out the more spiritual stuff for now, it went over his head sometimes too. They were learning more now about the place that could be their home too.
He let himself rest amongst them, pulled into the 'cat pile’ of lanky blue limbs. Prager always somehow at the bottom of a heap of sprawling limbs. All slept in contact with at least one other, except Quaritch. He seemed to over see them instead but ushered Spider close. Letting him rest by his side, curling around him in the night.
He road with Quartich, teaching more of the language to pass the hours. He was terrible but tried so hard to do it right. His big hand jutting out to brace Spider when they turned.
Spider taught him a specific phrase on purpose. Oel ngati kameie. True it was a formal greeting, so useful as they were heading to the sea clans. He hoped Quaritch would use it when he asked about Jake. That he’d gone through the hunters trial, ate of the land, slept under the stars. That he’d changed from the man he met in the woods.
More so he hoped Quaritch might say it to him. When he finally realized they had to abandon the RDA, he might say it to him. That he saw him and was seen in return. He hoped they all would see him, these soldiers he’d grown so fond of.
Spider wanted so desperately to be seen. To be who he was and be loved for it. He saw in these recoms, in Quaritch, something he’d always dreamed of. What he’d wanted from Jake, or Norm or anyone. A chance to have a family.
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Insecure: Prager
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description: You and Prager have mutual feelings for one another but then one night prager gets insecure and it almost threatens to ruin the foundation of your relationship.
You frowned seeing Prager talking well more like flirting with some girl….you figured that’s where he had been the last few days instead of with you like he usually was. You felt so stupid right now to think that you even stood a chance with him and that you misread everything regarding your relationship with him. You quietly grabbed your food and started making your way toward your room, where you could eat and cry without being disturbed or questioned. You set your food down on your table not really hungry anymore, and just curled up on your bed and cried your eyes out until a knock came on your door.
[[MORE]]“Hey y/n, it’s Alicia and Mansk. Can you let us in?” You heard Z-dog ask.
You sighed of course your two best friends would notice that you weren’t there. You wiped your eyes and fix your appearance even though you know you did look a mess. You stood up and walked over to your door and unlocked it and let them in before sitting back down on your bed while they walked in.
“Oh y/n.” Mansk said frowning seeing your tear strained cheeks.
“I’m okay really. I just feel stupid is all.” You said.
“Y/n why do you feel stupid?” Alicia asked.
“Because I really thought something was happening between us. Like he was constantly with me and now he’s ignoring me. I thought…” You started to say but stopped yourself.
“You thought he liked you back…” Your friends said they were stupid or blind to see how much you liked Prager and how much he liked you back which is why they were confused as to why he was acting this way.
“Yeah, I did.” You said sadly as you felt them wrap their arms around you.
The few days were easy enough for you to avoid Prager with the help of your friends until one day they had been sent out on a scouting mission leaving you there to fend for yourself. You had luckily managed to avoid him all morning until lunchtime, you had walked into the lunchroom and walked right back out seeing him there.
“Y/n! wait y/n.” He called after you.
“Just leave me alone Prager.” You said as you hurriedly walked through the halls toward your room.
Y/n, please.“ He said reaching out and grabbing your arm making you turn and face him.
"Prager let me go. I don’t want to talk to you.” You said making him frown.
“Prager! Prager! Let go of me!” You said as he pulled you into an empty room and locked the door.
“Why have you avoiding me y/n?” He asked kneeling to your level.
“Why do you care? You avoided me first.” You said to him as realization hit him.
“Y/n…” He tried to say.
“No Prager you don’t get it! You avoided me for three days without an explanation, and then I find you with some girl in the lunch room. It hurt to have you avoid me and throw me away for some girl when I thought something was happening between us but clearly I was wrong, and I needed some time to get over my feelings.” You said on the verge of tears.
Prager’s heart broke seeing your eyes water, he had never meant to make you feel like this. The only reason he had stopped hanging around you and sort of exploring his options, was because he felt like you deserved better than him, and weren’t interested in him but clearly he was wrong.
“y/n, sweetheart can you look at me?” He asked you.
“Sweetheart I screwed up so bad…I like you a lot and that absolutely terrifies me..all the time we spent together meant a lot to me but the last night we spent together before I decided to be a jackass was the night I realized that I liked you and I got insecure thinking that you couldn’t possibly like me back in that way. I’m so sorry for hurting you and making you think that I didn’t like you back because I do.” he said wiping your tears with his thumbs.
“I forgive your Prag. I’m sorry for ignoring you as well, I should’ve tried to talk to you. Can you forgive me?” You asked him.
“I can. Do you think that I could take you on a date tomorrow night?” He asked you.
“I would love that. As long as you seal it with a kiss.” You said making him laugh.
“I can do that sweetheart.” He said pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
