Kevin Jennings is Obama’s “Safe Schools Czar”. That description seems pretty clear, but apparently it means something a lot different to Obama than it does to me and probably you.
Kevin is the founder of the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network (GLSEN). One of the main tasks of GSLEN was to publish a recommended reading list for children. Gateway Pundit has published a few excerpts from the recommended reading and frankly, it is almost unbelievable.
This isn’t about sexuality or homosexuality. This isn’t about innocent sexual exploration between young people of the same sex. This material clearly encourages young boys to become involved in violently abusive sexual relationships with adults who are obviously disturbed sexual predators.
I don’t expect you to believe me. I would not have believed it if I had not read it with my own eyes. Here is one excerpt:
One day, on the bus to shop class, this ugly fuck of a man sat behind me and put his foot in the crack of my seat. He was skinny, with a patchy, pencil-thin mustache that besotted his oily face. I ignored him for most of the trip. I did notice that he changed buses when I did, but this time he sat beside me. He tried a little small talk, but then he suddenly and very nervously put his hand on my crotch. It never occurred to me to tell him not to. I’m not sure if I agreed to it or not, but he managed to get me to follow him to a nearby rest room at another secondary school “to play.” In the bathroom stall, lit by two scant rows of fluorescent lights, half of them burnt-out or flickering, he tried to kiss me, but I was too nauseated to do that. He sucked my nipples and played with my cock. I had no idea what to do. He then tried to get me to suck his. Somehow I knew this was expected of me, but I just could not put his ugly, foul-smelling penis into my mouth. When he forced it in I gagged so hard I started vomiting. Undaunted, he tried to put his cock in my ass. Thankfully, he came prematurely. He pulled up his trousers and left me in the toilet stall confused, frightened, crying, and praying to God for forgiveness of my horrible sin. I spent a good deal of time locked in the stall, trying to clean up, trying to wipe the smell of that act off with wet toilet paper, but I was doused in the stench of that man and what he had done.
This incident should have soured me on men, but it only made me more confused and needful. One day later, something accidental happened that would change my life. I discovered that at a urinal I could actually see someone else’s penis. I was ecstatic and fearful, but I wanted more. One day, at a local shopping mall, as I was trying to sneak a peek at penises in the rest rooms, a man at the urinal actually turned to me and started playing with himself. He flashed me a gold-toothed smirk and motioned for me to come over. Shocked, I zippered up and ran out, but the seeds had been laid. The whole world of rest-room sex had opened itself up to me.
Soon I was spending a great deal of time hanging out in shopping malls and cruising the rest rooms for sexual encounters. My rest-room exploits started to be a great burden on my mind. The better part of the year was spent making deals with God, asking for a sign, then ignoring and rationalizing everything I perceived to be a sign, praying for forgiveness, and being obsessed with raging hormones and a seemingly endless supply of dicks. I believed that it was all part of a test by God to see if I was a sinner. I was.
I had known before that something was up, and that I was attracted to men, but this toilet thing was a whole new realm of sin and Satan, a new level that I had never before imagined. The following years were spent praying for forgiveness and trying to purge my homosexuality through prayer and Bible study. While my classmates wondered what sex was like, content to masturbate over pinups, I was out there having my cock sucked and my ass fucked. These were grown men I was tricking with. Some were nice, grateful for a young boy to have their way with. Some were harsh and mean. There were a few nasty encounters, brutal and painful experiences, near-rapes, but through it all, I never thought that I had the ability to say no.
I was scared about what I was doing, scared of God’s judgment and of being caught in all those rest rooms and parks, but I really did enjoy those sexual encounters. That feeling of doing it to them and them doing the same for me was just too damn good.
Those last lines really do deserve a replay “I really did enjoy those sexual encounters. That feeling of doing it to them and them doing the same for me was just too damn good.”
This isn’t warning children about sexual predators, this is encouraging children to seek out and submit to sexual predators. This is Barack Obama’s idea of a safe schools czar.
I don’t just want this guy fired — that’s far too good for him. My blood is boiling at the thought that this man has been put in power over every school in our nations public school system. Somehow, we need to keep our children safe from the safe schools czar.
Obama continues to ignore repeated calls to remove Kevin Jennings from office. To my mind, that clearly shows that Barack Obama supports this sort of behavior. This is not an area where one can “sit on the fence” and avoid hard decisions. This is an area where any competent and moral leader would find it necessary to make an important moral judgment. Unfortunately, Barack Obama appears more interested in keeping the sexual predator vote than in protecting America’s schoolchildren.