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Absolutely bizarre behavior from Michelle Smith-McDonald the San José State University Senior Director of Communication 🚨🚨🚨 After she films us supporting Brooke Slusser on Oct 12th, she won't tell me what she does at the university. She says "it's none of your business." On Oct 31, I ask again...

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Why was @macsmith413 hired in 2022 to represent @SJSU as the university's direct of communications ($240k salary w/ benefits) even though she appears to have zero experience in this type of role at a university?

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Here's just a few examples of @macsmith413 bias and her far left belief views. She of course took the side of a man, Imane Khalif, and his right to beat up women at the Olympics. @toddkressvb @SanJoseStateVB @NCAA

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"We are super disappointed by the cancellations. Our kids want to play." Unbelievably lacking in professional skills and qualifications, @macsmith413 is the university's spokesperson on all issues related to @SanJoseStateVB and yet when speaking with media she only represents the views of @toddkressvb, @NCAA, @MountainWest. Is she colluding with them? Why not also represent the views of @BrookeSlusser and @BatieSmoose and other women who want equal opportunity and safety in women sports?

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Interesting @macsmith413 had blocked me this morning from her account and now she's changed it so I can still "view public posts" but can't engage with them.

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The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it @macsmith413? @_anniemcdonald

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@_anniemcdonald 😂😂🤣@macsmith413 and @_anniemcdonald

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@SJSU @BrookeSlusser Typical… director of communications at a publicly-funded college fails at transparency and accountability.

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Yeah, I've worked in the public sector (@CityofDavis, @cityofpaloalto and @ucdavis) for 20+ years and can't imagine ever telling someone it's "none of your business" where I work while on the clock. What is @macsmith413 trying to hide and who is she colluding with? @toddkressvb @NCAA @MountainWest

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@BrookeSlusser Director of Communications. ”I’m not going to share [my job title with you.]” 🤣😆😅

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@BrookeSlusser lol.

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