I play tuba and bass trombone in a brass quintet named Harmonium Brass. We had a gig yesterday in Marshall, MO (TVDOC and his wife came by and said hello, btw, which was very nice of him).
Three of us had traveled together and the other two guys are semi-retired music teachers. I say "semi-retired" because they're both retired from the public school system -- one after 33 years and another after 31 years -- but continue to teach either in a parochial school or as adjunct faculty in a small Christian college.
The conversation turned toward the recent events in WI.
I should point out that one guy is a certified, card-carrying moonbat, though he is not rabid about it. He has to keep his politics somewhat under wraps because where he lives. The other guy is not quite as politically oriented, but still laments about what happened up in WI with the "collective bargaining" aspect of what changed up there.
Well, we had time the time and I was driving, so I talked.

A couple of questions that neither of these two guys could answer:
"Where is it written that TENURE is a constitutional guarantee?"
"What makes the teaching profession 'more speshull' than say, an IT professional, or perhaps a quality assurance (which is what I do) professional? Why should teachers be "protected" under the law versus other professions?"
The rather quiet moonbat said that public teachers are protected because of the potential for political fallout. For example, if a teacher is razzed because she teaches sex education, the 'tenure policy' kicks in and protects that teacher from being shitcanned for teaching a hot-button (no bun intended, btw) topic.
He had no response when I mentioned that thing called "permission slips".
So I'm just curious.
When you're confronted by moonbat liberalism, or even semi-clueless folks who are a victim of their own profession and jump on the same bandwagon as the rest, what's your approach?
Do you just jump in there with both feet and let 'er rip? Or do you carefully consider your audience/target, cull the calf from the herd, and plant a red-hot branding iron right on her ass?
Or do you just shut up and drive?
