$40,000 pension to mad bomber "weatherman" Ronald Fliegelman

Here's another "feel-good" story.

It's about Ronald Fliegelman, who collects a $40,000 pension from NYC.

Yep, like so many ex-school teachers, he's set for life. He can go to shows, have fine dinners out, pay his rent, do as he pleases. It's the good life. Thanks to the Teachers Union, it's a fairly easy job of tolerating brats till 3pm (most office workers slave till 5pm or later) and having the ENTIRE SUMMER OFF.

Put in your time, and you can spend the next 40 or even 50 years being on perpetual holiday, making more in pension than most people do working and slaving and not being able to save a dime.

Funny, people whine that "teachers are underpaid." No, Ronald Fliegelman wasn't and isn't.

He would've retired a bit earlier except this teacher was busy...blowing up police stations.

Yes. This teacher was busy terrorizing the citizens of New York before he started teaching their brats.

Taking their name from a Dylan lyric ("you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows...") a group of idiotic hippie-dippie communists decided to be as radical as their Black Panther friends, and their Puerto Rican "FALN" pals. They'd show that nerdy Jewish white morons with Bohemian mums and Dads could be real cool and destructive. Hey hey, destroy the government, man, and replace it with COMMUNES, man, and Power to the People, man. Got that, man?

Ironic that Ronald Fliegelman ended up tredding water in the system, and being a meaningless drone in a public school, and then copping out with his pension.

For several years, while some white girls were sucking off Eldridge Cleaver, and some affluent whites (mostly Jews) were actually putting their lives on the line by journeying South to march with Dr. King and push for Civil Rights, the Weathermen were blowing shit up.

They were doing it thanks to Fliegelman, who was the only one of the lamebrains who knew how to make bombs. Simple. Get dynamite. Buy a cheap clock. Doodle up a contraption with a few things you can buy at Radio Shack. Ha ha!

By some miracle, Fliegelman never actually killed anyone with his bombs. He just left a lot of people scarred and shattered for life, nervous every time a loud noise went off. How'd you like to be in an office building where the bathroom suddenly exploded? Or a room disappeared? And you're left to think, "Christ, if I'd ducked into the supply closet for some paper clips, I'd be DUST now..."

Some countries have no such thing as a "statute of limitations." You decide, 40 years later, you want a piece of a Procol Harum song, or you performed a drum solo, you can become an instant millionaire. Likewise, you can put Rolf Harris or Gary Glitter in jail for something they did years ago, and without DNA evidence, either.

In America, no. This is good news for Bill Cosby, who has over 30 women claiming date rape. And it's good news for Ronald Fliegelman, who is making more on a teacher's PENSION, than most citizens make toiling in an office job or working in a store. Ah, the good life. It's da bomb!