Idaho loses its 'Teacher of the Year' after right-wing parents chase her out of state
Karen Lauritzen, who was named as Idaho's "Teacher of the Year" last year by a Republican administration, has now been chased out of the state by angry right-wing parents.
The Boston Globe reports that, shortly after receiving her award for excellence in teaching, Lauritzen became the target of a right-wing media campaign that flagged her social media posts expressing support for LGBTQ rights and the Black Lives Matter movement.
This led to parents angrily demanding to see her lesson plans, despite the fact that there was no suggestion she ever brought her personal politics into the classroom.
However, parents nonetheless objected to teaching students about other cultures around the world and even teaching them about the United Nations on the grounds that the parents said they "don't believe" in the institution.
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Hateful, fearful and ignorant is no way to go through life... It just makes you an angry and violent person.
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Use their tactics....
Thank you for a peek inside the living room of a maga. “Racist but not in a bad way”, haven’t heard that line in a while.
Just from the little you wrote I’m thinking you two are a great couple.
Pretty much profile of my father towards his demise. It represents the wildest irony of my long damaged relationship with them:
1976 my father got influenced by the long arm of Westboro Baptists, via persistent efforts despite my father's non-religious nature, these radicalized local southern Baptists convinced him to commit an honor killing of his "evil" son.
He set up an electrocution death trap and scenario designed to lead me into it. Not only was the palpable feeling that something was very wrong about this scene when I came home from the school bus, but after my father demanded I retrieve a tool for him with specific instructions from under a vehicle, I walked around the corner towards the tool shed and our German Shepherd jumped on me... stared me directly in the eyes and whined. It just confirmed to me something was "off". Sure enough, in the shed a 220 volt welding line was wired into the all metal torque wrench my father had asked me to retrieve, from my stocking feet my father had demanded I take off my "good school shoes" before stepping in the oily puddle he'd created I'd have to step in to get there, where the opposite line was wired into. (I digress to add the threadbare nature of those "good school shoes"
I took a wooden handle tool and flipped the electrified item off the table, several sparks flew. I was madder than hell. I let out a staccato yell as things crashed around and sparks flew, to simulate a having been suddenly fried.
When he entered the tool shop, I handed his slack-jawed face the tool and told him in icy tone never to demand anything of me again. I didn't sleep a wink that night. I became very frightened of what he'd try next, maybe with a firearm. I grabbed the hidden pack frame early the next morning I'd been preparing for some time, disappeared from there and survived on the streets nearly 2 years until nearly my 18th birthday when I surfaced at my Aunt's home in Southern California.
I had been dealing with physical bullying at school for two years, the religious freaks were the ringleaders of. I was covered with bruises, obviously so yet none of the faculty of that school in a deeply religious town, and now a very red area intervened.
I had sublimated this event for many years, until odd nightmares, flashbacks were driving me out of ability to sleep at all. After exposure therapy via a university study, all this shit came to the surface.
Flash forward 30 years. My parents were fiercely independent, however, my father was wrecking his car every day. Futile attempts by local police to remind him he had lost his driving privileges led to impounding his vehicle. My older siblings were tied up with health problems of their own, and begged me to see if I could go rectify some of the quagmire their situation had become. Ironic twist on the prodigal son, if you will, I returned to put my father into a lock down nursing home against his will, and set up home care and meals on wheels for my mother. She was relieved not only to have her physical abuser out of the house, but then she could watch her classic movie channels without constant exposure to Fox News drivel that had driven him completely, violently mad.
My father passed away a couple months later. My mom enjoyed the relative peace and care for 2 more years.
There it is. I finally publicly posted the actual crux event that drove me to homelessness in my youth that has always only remained in my unpublished novel.
Best hopes your husband is able to rectify the troubles there and come home.
Nope don’t believe in it theres no such thing! 
