October 12, 2018
White House aide Stephen Miller’s third-grade teacher is not afraid to take on any former 8-year-old student in her class, no matter how petty it may make her seem!
The Hollywood Reporter is also not afraid to publish totally unproven allegations attacking any White House aide for their alleged behavior as 8-year-olds!
This is what FEARLESS JOURNALISM looks like, folks!
— Hollywood Reporter (@THR) October 10, 2018
From The Hollywood Reporter as told to Benjamin Svetkey by Miller’s former teacher Nikki Fiske:
In 1993, Donald Trump’s senior political adviser attended Santa Monica’s Franklin Elementary, where he was “off by himself all the time.”
[…]I was always trying to get him to clean up his desk — he always had stuff mashed up in there. He was a strange dude. I remember he would take a bottle of glue — we didn’t have glue sticks in those days — and he would pour the glue on his arm, let it dry, peel it off and then eat it.
[…]He was a loner and isolated and off by himself all the time.
At the end of the year, I wrote all my concerns — and I had a lot of them — in his school record. When the school principal had a conference with Stephen’s parents, the parents were horrified. So the principal took some white-out and blanked out all my comments. I wish I could remember what I wrote, but this was 25 years ago.
If you feel like you’ve already heard this story, that’s because you already have.
Politico published a similar story in June from Miller’s classmate John F. Muller who said he was “obsessed” with “tape and glue.”
While Fiske claims he would pour the glue on his “arm,” Muller said he would pour globs of glue on his “palm” and then peel it off.
When Stephen wasn’t picking at the tape, he was playing with glue. He liked to pour it into his hands, forming grime-tinted glaciers in the valleys of his palms. Glue thusly in hand, he deployed his deepest powers of concentration to watch these pools harden. The first sign would be a rippling on the surface, as if from a winter gale. This would produce a precarious moment—as Stephen’s urge to stick a finger into the filmy layer became palpable, and his immobilized palm began to tire.
Invariably, Stephen succumbed to this urge before the glue fully hardened, at which point the prior game transformed into a new one, the game of spreading still-viscous glue across the remainder of his hand. Then, once the glue dried, he picked it off in long strips, the glue pulling the skin on his palm outward as he tugged it with his other hand, the skin snapping back into place when each strip broke off.
Still, the sticky adhesive beneath the strips of glue remained on his palm. So Stephen rubbed his hands together to produce more little gray pellets, which he collected and rolled together into a mound. This, in turn, was used to blot at and thereby clean (or perhaps dirty) his portion of the desk.
It seems like Mrs. Fiske here must have read this story and got some “recovered memories” — just like our beloved Christine Blasey Ford — where she “remembered” he used to pour glue on his “arm” and “eat it.”
Not only is this one of the dumbest goddamn stories I’ve ever seen, odds are it never even happened!
This article was posted: Friday, October 12, 2018 at 4:51 am