Teacher unions and education. Do you really know that the quality of education is going to be significantly downgraded? Of course you don’t. Why? Because there is plenty of evidence to suggest teachers incomes do not translate into better educations.

You claim that teachers vote against their own best interest in order to vote in favour of the student's best interests  but I would question whose best interests are they really voting for? Education or teachers unions?

A historian would claim teachers unions are only interested in greedy teachers who have been given steadily increasing pay and benefits for the last 30 years and yet the Test scores remained sub standard and stagnate for 30 years.

Is it in our best interest to bleed a system dry with no tangible benefit? Is it in our best interest to teach to the lowest common denominator so kids do not feel bad about themselves? Can better teaching results be found outside the greedy union dominated public school system, you bet they can. Is it entirely their fault they perpetuate a crappy system, No. But, that is of little consolation for our children whom are branded with low outcome standards.

Teachers unions have little to do with education. By definition teachers unions are selfish entities that do not care about the education of our children and only care about the level of benefits they receive.

Teachers! You are paid well, and you pay your union well, too! It is high time for you to send a clear message to your union.

“No we won't take out students to streets for you. You tell your over priced union lawyers to get off their fat cat arses, and do their fucking job. We expect you to settle this in the board rooms or the court rooms, not on the street like a newly formed teamster union. In case you didn't know, this is our community too. Little Johnny needs an education, now not later.” —Concerned Parent

Where did all of the good women go?
That is the "nice guys'" repeating motto.
We are still here, I tell you true;
but nice is not how we shall see you.
We have grown up, looking for more,
but what we've found, we avoid for sure.
You might be great, but the problem, see,
is first impressions are the key.
So here is what I've found to be,
the most annoying to single ladies:

No written words, one single photo,
with a left swipe, that's where you'll go.
You've lots of friends, this I can see,
but group pics are no way to be,
my eye may catch, but in the end,
it could be you, or your best friend.
If I don't know, or cannot tell,
I'll soon give up: left swipe, farewell!
So dial it down to only one man
(preferably you. No catfish scam).
All us women love a pretty view,
So give us lots of pics to go through!

So now you have more than one pic
and it’s just you and you look slick,
there are more things you should consider
when choosing pics that will deliver.
We want to see the real you,
don't hide your face with angles, dude.
Stop with all the pictures of back tattoos,
please be in focus and not in costume.
We wish more smiles were on your face
and less sunglasses in every place
and no more shirtless bathroom pics,
no more bar photos with drunk chicks.

Are you trying to flip me the bird?
It is unclear and just absurd
and who is that child? Can you explain?
Shown only once, never mentioned again!?
It’s fine to say at a later date,
Just don’t show the kid, that would be great.
It’s cool that you go to the gym a lot
but cocky is how those pics come across.
I promise that we can see you’re fit,
no need to draw attention to it.

And please write something, ANYTHING will do!
Your profile helps us learn about you.
Say something relatable and true,
who knows? I could relate to it too.
But lying helps neither of us,
so don’t do that, it’s a big plus.
And keep it light and positive,
no one wants to talk when you’re negative.

It’s fine to start with a "Hello,"
show interest and conversations flow
but if it is not meant to be,
just say goodbye (and politely).
Don’t call me ugly, fat or rude,
don’t Casper me, like children do,
don’t make it harder than it has to be,
and try not to take it personally.
Dating is hard in a city this small,
it’s not Pokémon, you can’t catch us all.
We’re all still learning, this game is new
and harder than it should be, too.

You want respect, not to waste your time,
so give it back and don’t waste mine.
I know we’ll learn along the way,
so be honest and kind and seek what you say.
—Single Women Everywhere

We attend the same exercise class. I'm not there to chat with men I don't know, and my body language would make that pretty clear. Weekly, you make odd approaches where you come up and brag about your accomplishments. A new and unappreciated technique of yours is to comment on sections of the class where I seemed to get tired or modify. MY new approach is to try and keep my head down and avoid all eye contact, but even that fails me.

Here is what I struggle with—your small talk may seem polite enough to you, and you/people may think I was rude if I made a big public scene where I told you to take a hike. But actually, you are persistently making me uncomfortable, and THAT is rude. Up until now it has been my own fault that I have selected “not seeming rude” over my own comfort. Those days are over. Consider yourself warned. —Eyes On Your Own Mat

You: super friendly, overly helpful and seemingly friends with everyone. The ability for people to not see past the facade is astounding. Too bad they couldn't witness your bad mouthing then they would know the difference and the qualities of a genuine human being. —Gobsmacked and Aware

Dear housemate who never does her dishes. I get that you really love eating pork topped with bacon (ew) nightly, but seriously do your fucking dishes. All I want to do is cook a fucking veggie burger and not have to clean up bacon grease every time I go to do so. Also, stop smelling up the house with your shit food. Oh, and that mixing bowl that you left dirtied for 3 weeks until one of us cleaned it, I remember that shit. So, if you somehow read this and get the slightest inclination that this might be you. I beg of you, just do your fucking dishes so I don't have to, for the love of Christ. —Everyone Else in Your House

So I call a phone line after regular business hours to get some advice because something very weird is happening and they suggest I go to a hospital to get checked because I might be having an emergency. I comply and am examined and told that it might not be an emergency but I should check with a specialist in that particular field as soon as possible just to be sure. So the next day I phone the specialist's office, the one where they told me to "call right away" if I'm having certain symptoms and they tell me that despite my symptoms I can't be seen without a referral. So, I phone my family physician's office and the earliest they can see me is in six days. The only other option is to go to a walk-in clinic, and the last time I tried that they told me, at mid-day, that they were full-up till the next day. It's now past mid-day on the second day of the weirdness and I'm having trouble seeing. So, I decided what the hell? Who needs two retinas anyway? One eye is as good as two, isn't it? —Fucked Every Which Way

Appeal court is even fixed in this city run by the same little circle of delaying liars. No wonder people are so frustrated with the system here in Hellifax little port town on the end of Canada because it is so fixed. You will not go against someone in your social circle of social  volunteering climbers here and there trying to buy cooperation. btw your white fabric pants gaged me and my mother. You tacky girl have no merit. Buy some new pants, yellow is your colour. I can't wait to add this final chapter to my report of system failure here in Hellifax. —Good Thing There Is Karma

Please stop texting me the question, "How are you feeling?" I'm four months into chemo, how the fuck do you think I'm feeling? Surely, you can at least begin to imagine that I'm not feeling well—that every day is a physical and existential struggle. Bless your little oblivious heart. What you could possibly be looking to achieve with this caliber of selfish, meat-headed question? Perhaps, making yourself feel you've done your daily good deed  when you read my canned, fabricated-to-help-you-manage-your-emotions response OR that you want me to spend what little time and energy I have pecking out the details of just how shitty I'm feeling. Again, and again. Neither one of these shows investment in my wellbeing. I'm glad you haven't had cancer. I hope you never do. Here's the thing though: People that truly want to provide support don't fire off a daily, earmarking, obligation-to-respond-inducing text, they actually show up IRL and are willing to go to places that are uncomfortable. Now you know how I'm feeling. —Sicko

So they won to have it removed because it was offensive due to Cornwallis infamous proclamation, never mind nobody mentioned the Mi’kmaq took scalps first. But that's ancient history. Now will the city council have the guts to remove all statues and references on Remembrance Day to the RCAF who bombed millions of innocent women and children in German cities during the war? Or was that acceptable because the Luftwaffe did it first?  What makes one less palatable than the other? —History Is Brutal

PSA TO HALIFAX DRIVERS (more specifically to Halifax drivers who regularly turn right from Chebucto onto Mumford): That little human-like-figure you see blinking at you–the one that is down and to the right of the stop lights you can’t seem to look past – means THAT PEDESTRIANS HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY. Which–and this is may by shocking to some–means STOP DRIVING! STOP TURNING! STOP SLOWLY INCHING FORWARD TO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVELY TELL ME TO WALK FASTER! It is not a game of how-many-cars-can-sneak-by-before-the-person-walking-is-halfway-through-the-intersection. So, the next time you are at that exchange, please, for the love of God, public safety, and my sanity—stop. Fucking. Driving. —Wrong On Red