Out Of Shape, Barely Literate Former Brockton Gym Teacher Busted For Selling Suboxene And Smoking Crack Outside Housing Projects
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No offense, Brockton, but when traveling through the “City Of Champions,” I highly doubt many people look around and think, “This is definitely a city that values quality education.” “I better lock my car and carry pepper spray”, sure. “What a great place to raise children,” not so much. Unless your idea of successful parenting revolves around selling your foodstamps for fifty cents to the dollar and scoring some brown magic in the same transaction so the kids aren’t unattended for more than 20 minutes at a time , in which case, you were Brockton bound from the jump. I’ve seen a guy openly peddling loaded heroin needles from a trench coat to motorists on Main street in Brockton. I’ve been physically threatened over a parking spot in a nearly vacant lot in Brockton. It’s not exactly a breeding ground for future Rhodes scholars, sorry.
So it was to the shock of literally no one that this happened on Saturday:
“A patrol officer on a security detail first responded to the suspicious vehicle in the rear lot of the Brockton Housing Authority high rise on Belair Street around 4:30 p.m. Saturday, Brockton police spokesman Darren Duarte said.
The officer approached the Toyota RAV4 and spied a clear glass tube with burnt ends on the passenger floor, he said.
When the officer asked the passenger (later identified as Pelote) to exit the vehicle, four suboxone strips fell onto the passenger seat.
Pelote said she did not have a prescription, Duarte said, and told the officer she received the suboxone from the man in the driver’s seat (Dustin).
Police ordered Dustin out of the vehicle and later confiscated nine suboxone strips and a crack pipe.
The officer also gave verbal no-trespass orders to Dustin and Pelote to stay away from the property.
Dustin was charged with felony counts of distribution of a Class B drug and conspiracy to violate the drug law, as well as misdemeanor possession of a Class B drug.”
This guy, smoking crack? You don’t say.
He definitely wasn’t guiding the future teen moms and DTA beneficiaries of Brockton towards any Colgate or dental floss. To be fair, though, he is no longer an educator, having since moved on to bigger and better things:
The logical next step after years of supervising scooter ball and laps in a school gymnasium is to become a vintage sports memorabilia selling, toy hawking, drug dealing, armed security detailing, drug and alcohol counselor/motivational speaker. The crackpipe on the floor of his Rav4 determined Gums to be exceptionally qualified in all of these areas, obviously. Who wouldn’t trust this chud with a firearm, to sell them quality totally-not-stolen memorabilia, or guide them into a life of sobriety and success?
Coach says hugs, not drugs, kids!
I’m sure he was just as well qualified to teach. By Brockton standards, anyway.
Barely literate? Check.
You don’t need to know how to spell the word “college” when you teach dodge ball to a student body that’s never going to get there anyway. “EBT” are the only three letters you really need to know coming out of BHS.
Creepy online persona, complete with skin-crawling self appointed nickname? Check.
And who says a gym teacher needs to be in peak psychical condition, or even moderately in shape? Not the Brockton Public Schools!
That’s because you smoke coke in your Toyota, Keith. 30 pounds of muscle, brain and teeth you clearly did not want nor need.
But, hey, so what if he can’t read beyond a fourth grade level, string together coherent sentences or run a mile in under 20 minutes? This isn’t Georgetown law, after all. It’s the Brockton Public schools, where as long as you aren’t OD’ing in the bathroom during school hours, you’re by default providing a healthier learning environment than what no less than 60% of the student body goes home to every day.
Well, shit. Points for home to school continuity, though, I guess? Brockton Public Schools, making no difference in the lives of every child, one barely literate, fat, toothless crack smoking “professional educator” at a time. My driver’s ed class had higher hiring standards, and definitely a higher graduation rate.