Who's the terrorist here?

More of the tragicomedy...

There was this >bleep< up on the hill. There
were rooms in it and kids, segregated by age --
and sometimes by sex -- were being brainwashed
daily from attending this >bleep.< The principal
of the >bleep< was very nervous that some of his
pupils might get confused since in their writing
classes, journals, and even the miscellaneous
notes that they passed back and forth, they were
afraid to mention the >bleep< they were attending
--- or in fact, any >bleeping< >bleep< at all.

The rest of the story.