I must say, mine is pretty much fucked over. My father, step-grandmother, and step-grandfather have all been in the newspaper (on the front page). My grandmother and grandfather are both insane. Half of my cousins were abused and neglected, the other half sexually assaulted. My mother has MS, and basically went blind for a week before we found out. I may possibly have suppressed memories of sexual abuse, and that's possibly why I'm so fucked in the head.
My inspiration for this post: In 1986, my father (un-named but there) was in the Fremont Argus newspaper and the San Jose Mercury News for being involved in a murder. No, he did not commit it himself, but get this: His girlfriend did. His squeeze at the time stabbed a foreign exchange student named Junko Owaki to death and stole $2,000 dollars from her.
Here's a portion of the article:
NOT ENEMIES, BUT FRIENDS SUSPECTED IN GIRL'S DEATH
Those who knew her best say that Japanese exchange student Junko "Jane" Owaki didn't have an enemy in the world.
But according to Fremont police, the 18-year-old Irvington High School senior, an aspiring artist and rock 'n' roll fan, did have some poorly chosen friends. It was Owaki's friends, they say, who slashed and stabbed her more than 50 times to steal $2,000 she had withdrawn from the bank to pay for automobile repairs.
The article later goes on to state that Gina (the squeeze) and her star football player boyfriend (My dad) dumped the body after Gina and her druggie friends killed Junko. Gina is still in jail to this day.
Seriously, M.B.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
The Educational System...
Have any of you ever looked into the educational system? Like... really looked into the history of where it started?
If you haven't, you will now.
I learned something interesting today while I was talking to my good friend and teacher, Dominic.
He was explaining to me how the original idea of the educational system was created by Henry Ford,
to create the perfect worker.
Now, I want you to think back to High School. Did you ever feel like they were just trying to turn you into a mindless drone, out for nothing more than to get enough money to survive?
Of course you did. (And if you didn't... you are, or probably will end up being a mindless drone out for nothing more than getting enough money to survive.)
My friend Dominic is very... deeply insighted to the world of education. He became a teacher to do nothing more than teach young adults to think for themselves, and to fight for the creative process. He made a fantastic point today, and I can't explain it without quoting his exact words;
"What is the one thing I can not take from you? Think about it. No answers? Well, let's see. I can take your clothes, I can take your hair, I can take your life. The one thing I can never take from you... is what you have learned. Your knowledge. Sure, I can change it... give you bits of information to manipulate and change your mind for what I feel is better. That's what I'm doing right now. That's what the educational system has been doing ever since you started kindergarten... only they've been telling you only partially what you should know. Only the things they think you need to know, so that you can be a mindless drone, just like everone else. Why do you think they created the I.E.P.(Independent Educational Plan)? Because the people who aren't 'normal'... the people like you and me... we pose a threat. We are disrupting the peace of the perfect little world they have created. As far as they're concerned, we should be locked up in the looney bin with all the other true geniuses out there." - Dominic
Dominic is the most fantastic teacher I ever had. He doesn't actually have a teaching liscense, and he works at the tiny little run-down school I went to as a 'Visual Arts' teacher. Little do they know, he's teaching everyone much more than Visual Arts. But he figures he has nothing to lose. They can't take away his teaching liscense or anything.
Seriously, M.B.
If you haven't, you will now.
I learned something interesting today while I was talking to my good friend and teacher, Dominic.
He was explaining to me how the original idea of the educational system was created by Henry Ford,
to create the perfect worker.
Now, I want you to think back to High School. Did you ever feel like they were just trying to turn you into a mindless drone, out for nothing more than to get enough money to survive?
Of course you did. (And if you didn't... you are, or probably will end up being a mindless drone out for nothing more than getting enough money to survive.)
My friend Dominic is very... deeply insighted to the world of education. He became a teacher to do nothing more than teach young adults to think for themselves, and to fight for the creative process. He made a fantastic point today, and I can't explain it without quoting his exact words;
"What is the one thing I can not take from you? Think about it. No answers? Well, let's see. I can take your clothes, I can take your hair, I can take your life. The one thing I can never take from you... is what you have learned. Your knowledge. Sure, I can change it... give you bits of information to manipulate and change your mind for what I feel is better. That's what I'm doing right now. That's what the educational system has been doing ever since you started kindergarten... only they've been telling you only partially what you should know. Only the things they think you need to know, so that you can be a mindless drone, just like everone else. Why do you think they created the I.E.P.(Independent Educational Plan)? Because the people who aren't 'normal'... the people like you and me... we pose a threat. We are disrupting the peace of the perfect little world they have created. As far as they're concerned, we should be locked up in the looney bin with all the other true geniuses out there." - Dominic
Dominic is the most fantastic teacher I ever had. He doesn't actually have a teaching liscense, and he works at the tiny little run-down school I went to as a 'Visual Arts' teacher. Little do they know, he's teaching everyone much more than Visual Arts. But he figures he has nothing to lose. They can't take away his teaching liscense or anything.
Seriously, M.B.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Does it matter?
Someone asked me a question today.
"Are you a boy or a girl?"
My answer to that is:
I don't like to post my gender, or really give any hints towards it. It leaves more room for me to hear your unbiased opinions on my posts. And now, this question has led me to my next post;
Does it matter?
Many people will say that gender does matter. That men are stronger than women, that women are smarter than men... that men think from their penis, and women think from their brains. My personal opinion on that is: No, it doesn't matter. Not in the fact of knowledge. Logic is something that all people have, it's just the choice of whether or not people decide to use it.
This is the point where some people will be agreeing with me, some people will be thinking 'Well, women choose to use it more.', and some people will be thinking 'Women don't need logic to work in the kitchen.'
And those reactions right there, my friends, is why my gender will forever be a secret on this blog.
Seriously, M.B.
Any more questions? E-mail me at: Ari-chan1@hotmail.com
House: "Differential diagnosis is wrong for her."
Cameron: "Him."
House: "Him, her. Does it matter? Anyone here think it's a testicular problem?"
"Are you a boy or a girl?"
My answer to that is:
I don't like to post my gender, or really give any hints towards it. It leaves more room for me to hear your unbiased opinions on my posts. And now, this question has led me to my next post;
Does it matter?
Many people will say that gender does matter. That men are stronger than women, that women are smarter than men... that men think from their penis, and women think from their brains. My personal opinion on that is: No, it doesn't matter. Not in the fact of knowledge. Logic is something that all people have, it's just the choice of whether or not people decide to use it.
This is the point where some people will be agreeing with me, some people will be thinking 'Well, women choose to use it more.', and some people will be thinking 'Women don't need logic to work in the kitchen.'
And those reactions right there, my friends, is why my gender will forever be a secret on this blog.
Seriously, M.B.
Any more questions? E-mail me at: Ari-chan1@hotmail.com
House: "Differential diagnosis is wrong for her."
Cameron: "Him."
House: "Him, her. Does it matter? Anyone here think it's a testicular problem?"
Negatively portrayed words...
Suicide.
Manipulation.
Insanity.
Death.
Drugs.
Reality.
What is the first thing you think when you see these words?
Your absolute first reaction?
Mine is: "Wow, I'm making this post depressing."
Why is that?
I think it's all because of one singular thing;
Religion.
And not in the sense of the word meaning: To do something over and over until it becomes religion.
I mean it in the sense of God, Jesus, and the church.
I mean, look at the word 'Manipulation.'
My first reaction to that is to cringe, and get angry at the thought of someone fucking with my mind.
Then I think about it.
If that word hadn't been used to describe something horrible to me by my parents, by my shrink, by the church. I wouldn't be having that reaction.
If that word hadn't been so negatively charged, I wouldn't be thinking, "Shit, my brain."
No, I'd be thinking "Yes! I am gaining more knowledge that is therefore changing my outlook on things for the better."
Contemplate it for a second.
Think about it. Really think.
Then, let me know your opinions.
Seriously, M.B.
"How come God gets credit whenever something good happens? Where was he when her heart stopped?" - House
Manipulation.
Insanity.
Death.
Drugs.
Reality.
What is the first thing you think when you see these words?
Your absolute first reaction?
Mine is: "Wow, I'm making this post depressing."
Why is that?
I think it's all because of one singular thing;
Religion.
And not in the sense of the word meaning: To do something over and over until it becomes religion.
I mean it in the sense of God, Jesus, and the church.
I mean, look at the word 'Manipulation.'
My first reaction to that is to cringe, and get angry at the thought of someone fucking with my mind.
Then I think about it.
If that word hadn't been used to describe something horrible to me by my parents, by my shrink, by the church. I wouldn't be having that reaction.
If that word hadn't been so negatively charged, I wouldn't be thinking, "Shit, my brain."
No, I'd be thinking "Yes! I am gaining more knowledge that is therefore changing my outlook on things for the better."
Contemplate it for a second.
Think about it. Really think.
Then, let me know your opinions.
Seriously, M.B.
"How come God gets credit whenever something good happens? Where was he when her heart stopped?" - House
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
People like this...
People like this: http://walkinggodsway.blogspot.com/
They fascinate me.
As much as I can't stand to be around them, I look up to them in a way that really makes no sense. I myself can not wrap my mind around a higher being creating us all, and I give major props to those who can. The people who are desperately searching for an answer (All of us), often find it in God, no matter how much they doubted in the past. I have always believed that God was only a being created by a fiction writer to help people who have a hard time living with no answer have peace of mind. I've tried, I truly have tried, to believe. I sat down and read the bible, I went to church every Sunday, I prayed, and I tried as hard as my mental capacity would allow to believe there was something. Every time I've tried, I have failed. I always come back to the conclusion that the story doesn't make sense.
For me, living without an answer isn't hard... It's confusing.
From the day we are born, to the day we die we are all given the answers to some of the hardest questions. The only question that I have never had answered without a long, contemplating pause beforehand is 'Do you believe in God?' Many people will get defensive. Many will want to know why you ask that. One thing I have never gotten is a straight answer... unless it is a simple, 'No.'
Seriously, M.B.
They fascinate me.
As much as I can't stand to be around them, I look up to them in a way that really makes no sense. I myself can not wrap my mind around a higher being creating us all, and I give major props to those who can. The people who are desperately searching for an answer (All of us), often find it in God, no matter how much they doubted in the past. I have always believed that God was only a being created by a fiction writer to help people who have a hard time living with no answer have peace of mind. I've tried, I truly have tried, to believe. I sat down and read the bible, I went to church every Sunday, I prayed, and I tried as hard as my mental capacity would allow to believe there was something. Every time I've tried, I have failed. I always come back to the conclusion that the story doesn't make sense.
For me, living without an answer isn't hard... It's confusing.
From the day we are born, to the day we die we are all given the answers to some of the hardest questions. The only question that I have never had answered without a long, contemplating pause beforehand is 'Do you believe in God?' Many people will get defensive. Many will want to know why you ask that. One thing I have never gotten is a straight answer... unless it is a simple, 'No.'
Seriously, M.B.
Sister: "Sister Augustine believes in things that aren't real..."
House: "I thought that was a job requirement for you people?"
First Post!
Hello and welcome to my blog; For the Morally Bankrupt.
Warning: This blog contains alot of swearing and issues that may offend some people. If you are easily offended, disgusted, or otherwise incapable of reading about people who are morally bankrupt, please leave now.
My name, as far as you are concerned, is 'M.B.', or, if you're lazy, 'M.' Please do not call me any other names. Such as 'Sweetie', 'Hun', 'Crazy Bitch' (Though I may be...), etc. ...
Now that all of that is out of the way, I can move on to the more important subject at hand;
What the fuck am I going to write about in this blog?
Well, I'm going to write about whatever issues I think are important. I am not a professional advice giver, but I will offer my advice or help to any that ask for it. If you would like to get a point across but are having a hard time doing it, email it to me and I will post it in my next rant. If, after reading this blog, you have any questions, feel free to e-mail me at Ari-chan1@hotmail.com. If you are someone with a special case, or you feel you will want/need alot of advice from me, add me on MSN using the same e-mail adress found above.
Seriously, M.B.
Warning: This blog contains alot of swearing and issues that may offend some people. If you are easily offended, disgusted, or otherwise incapable of reading about people who are morally bankrupt, please leave now.
My name, as far as you are concerned, is 'M.B.', or, if you're lazy, 'M.' Please do not call me any other names. Such as 'Sweetie', 'Hun', 'Crazy Bitch' (Though I may be...), etc. ...
Now that all of that is out of the way, I can move on to the more important subject at hand;
What the fuck am I going to write about in this blog?
Well, I'm going to write about whatever issues I think are important. I am not a professional advice giver, but I will offer my advice or help to any that ask for it. If you would like to get a point across but are having a hard time doing it, email it to me and I will post it in my next rant. If, after reading this blog, you have any questions, feel free to e-mail me at Ari-chan1@hotmail.com. If you are someone with a special case, or you feel you will want/need alot of advice from me, add me on MSN using the same e-mail adress found above.
Seriously, M.B.
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