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| Friday, January 30th, 2004 |
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| Wednesday, January 28th, 2004 |
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Look what leprosy has recently found"An aging hippie explains US national budget priorities in terms of Oreos." it's bloody exellent, and so there's hope for you yanks yet :) |
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some facts to back up my claims I made to my son re; http://www.greenleft.org.au/back/2002/5 In WA, women are 10 times more likely to be victims of domestic violence than men. Nationally, between 86% and 98% of reported domestic violence incidents involve male offenders. An Australia-wide study of killings between adults in “intimate relationships” from 1989-91, conducted by the Australian Institute of Criminology's Patricia Easteal, found that 121 of 150 such murder victims were female, and 80% of the perpetrators were male. When women do injure or kill their partners, it is usually in self defence or follows a period of being abused. Survivors of domestic violence often live with injuries and gynaecological problems. On average, they have twice as many miscarriages as other women and higher levels of stress, anxiety, depression and psychiatric illness. They are more likely to attempt suicide and to abuse drugs, including tranquillisers and alcohol. They are more likely to live in social isolation. The number of women affected is staggering. The 1996 Women's Safety Survey, conducted by the ABS, found that 23% of women who had ever been in a relationship had been abused by their spouses at some stage. It also found that “2.6 million women (or 38% of the adult female population) had experienced one or more incidents of physical or sexual violence since the age of 15, 1.2 million had experienced sexual violence and 2.2 million experienced physical violence. For the majority of [these] women (2.5 million) the violence was perpetrated by a man Now..as I said....I'm not into joining the "poor me" march I'm into learning the causes and preventing the cycle from continuing in my family generations later. I'm on the pension recieving tax payers money and I am doing an important job in trying to resolve some issues that have been long since continuing generations before me. My poppa...he grew up without a dad. He was one of the war babies. _ No not the baby boomers, his children were such. Poppa's mum was a war bride. In those days we had a surplus population problem. Too many children growing into the world and unable to find a means to grow well in the community. So this world war thing... of poppas generation... well all these young ones holding off the desire- for marriage, were whipped up by the media into quick marriages before the boys were whisked away to war. My poppa's dad never returned. Like so many men of that generation. He was culled off as his wife and son were bathed in the propaganda of the day. There are oak trees lining many roads and towns around Aus as a memorial for these men. In English culture and ancient mythology the Oak tree symbols the family tree. Such a tree was planted to honour these men that they didnt die in vain. They died vainly-carried on by their ego off to war, but not in vain, cos it was for their country-for their children generations later. Poppa had problems of domestic violence, he would beat on his wife and children and it was generally exceptable in society aslong as you never hit your wife in public...as dad later found out when he hit my mum in public one time. Dad's solution to the problem of his fathers abuse was to become an educated man, not a tradey like his father, and then bash people with three syllable words instead. I learned to play the victim...as my mother and nanna did before...In my miserable marriage I though about the pioneer women, i thought about the women who had to endure all this hardship, who would be loving and patient and if she just loved him more, maybe he would change. I am soooo glad to find myself in this day with the ability to resolve issues in my life. Society IS getting better- well I can say so here in Aus, especially speaking as someone who has been through the shit as I have. So...I've been on the pension for way over 5 years, think of all that tax payer money i have been living on... all your hard earned cash being fritted away on some fucking woman who wont do as she should living a hoot doing as she so well pleases on the pension. THAT is what the American people are saying to a woman on the pension if she has a deadline of 5 years. I dont get it? There is this problem of domestic violence in the world.. ok? There are so many women being fucked over in marriages, it is staggering, and yet the country that thinks it THE MOST civilised in the world is forcing women into marriages by neccessity so her children are provided for. So..out of nessesity, "poor me" mother has to marry another "arsehole" guy, nuther bullshit marriage, she leaves him and takes him to court to get money. Women with issues AND I'm TELLING YOU there are over two thirds of the planet with these fucking issues, in America go from one marriage to the next getting money for the kids they often get custody of. So alot of men in that society feel they are being used, they are the victims now. Problems arnt resolved they are only perpetuated in war between males and females in society. Like another marriage would be good for me right now!!!! Faaaarrrrrrrk! Of my situation I have been vaunerable to every rougue in town. I fall in and again, should I marry of this unstable state the problem continues...and so my kids will grow up with the same problem etc etc etc. Gee wiz it's only after all these years I have eventually been educated enough to know what the fuck is really going on in the world out there to be esteemed enough to do what I can to better myself as a person to be the kind of example that is actually good for my kids. My poppa's dad died in WW1 at the age of 22...but he will not have died in vain should I learn WHY he died. So I take the pension knowing it's my right aswell as my duty to the society I live in. I dont take the pension to be manipulated of my means by the Gov and then every man since all the while I'm a dependant with kids myself. When someone's means are not secure, it fucks with them personally....makes them personally-fucked. The idea of the pension is so a woman doesnt have to use a man for her means. It is quite obviouse the woman who takes the pension and still uses men for her means...they are not a great percentage of the population, they are damaged people beyond repair. But just because of some damaged people in society why deprive others the ability to grow in the community? I was shocked when Anne-Marie my American visitor that time told me that she only had 5 years of the pension. |
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I'm trying to explain mysogyny to my son without going headlong into the feminists club, his opposition... touchy touchy stuff all this. I was trying to explain the domestic violence that was my marriage with his father. Jason is going..."well it cant be all his wrong doing, it takes two to tangle. What were you doing wrong?" I shouldnt have been with him, he didnt respect me...he would call me names in front of my friends and humiliate me...what I was doing wrong was staying with him...to stay with him I was his stupid slut. That's what i did wrong. For him to keep me, he was to keep humiliating me so I feel so low I'd be too scared to leave him. He couldnt understand...and well...can you blame him? So i explained about some scenarios in our own home-where the problem begins. I said that when Shelly, your little sister shits you, you think it's ok to put her in the rubbish bin, like you did the other day, it was sooo funny to you eh...but Shelly was humiliated. Now say Shelley takes on your example and you happen to shit her one day and so she attacks you-like how you attacked her by putting her in the rubbish bin. But you are bigger, you can get her back way worse. So ultimately might is not right, cos it means the not so pysically stronger of the specie-the women and children suffor horrible oppression. That is why it is more-so common for men to oppress women. Now if i let you and Shelley at each other like this all the time and not teach you ways...she will be manipulating crying poor me and be a victim all her life all the while you will grow up being a perpetrator of violence. The domestic violence situation in our family will just continue generations and generation later..... |
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http://jobsearch.gov.au/joboutlook/ASCO yeah and this page on IT the url doesnt work so i suppose that means there is just shitloads of fucking work for me in that area here in Aus cos even the silly bastards responsible for this Aus Gov run website cant even get that right :D ey...dont tell me about Gov administrators we have the worst of them in this country, live on Gov benifits long enough and you will know what it means to nearly be strangled out of existance by Gov red tape. |
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[Error: Irreparable invalid markup in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] <http://jobsearch.gov.au/career_quiz_results.asp?col1=0&col2=0&col3=2&col4=12&col5=1&col6=0&>My Score results</a> administrative 12 (the most points u can get) creative 2 people 1 hrrrmmmm my best career choice; to be a creative people person in full on administration I knew that anyway :D |
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http://jobsearch.gov.au/career_quiz.a doing this quiz to see what career I'm suited too according to my interests in the workplace... now what does Audit mean *checks dictionary* |
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| Friday, January 23rd, 2004 |
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well that was all simple enough cept i had to stuff around trying to download an unzipped version off the internet when i got it all on disk roight 'era |
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getting more comfortable with the use of my new Digi Tim and I were fiddling with the controls last night trying out what we could do with it in manual. we made movies too...I'm downloading QuickTime to show the movie...but errrmm i thinks I'm going to have to fig some conversion to get the damn .AVI file off my cam onto the puter properly how ever the that i's not the know yet. |
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| Thursday, January 22nd, 2004 |
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"A bit flighty, she's not one to marry" "come my pretty, come my pretty come my little butterfly" "why not?" "leave her to the cut throats cos she'll leave you, leaving you all badly cut up, sir" So he goes to work collecting all the facts he can to proove his Mrs is marrable as opposed to that woman of his desire, that desire is so short lived and so deserving of a place among the shortsighted, the underground..... eh....but it works, this way of thinking does establish a people and keep em regular-for slaves of an early civilisation that is. I met this woman on the bus, she was on a holiday from Indionesia, she was with her husby and two kids. She was a pretty woman, intelligent and quite onto things. She had taken charge in regards to getting directions and resolving day to day issues i could see. Her bloke was stoned out of his tree. They were in their early twenties, i was wondering why? Why a pretty, intelligent fit young woman be going out with this thug looking guy? She reminded me of me, and my youth. I told her a condenced version of my lifes story, that I'm now going to school and i'm thankful i could get out of the predicament i was in thanks to the Aussy Gov-the Aussy people. She said that the Aussy gov also gave education grants in Indionesia and it was really beneficial there too. She has a simular background to me...just an Indionesian style. I can see she's been educated with a mixed upbringing with plenty of issues- like maybe her folk were powermongers. She dropped down the ranks to the peasantry only to be outed with the cut throats. But i think she'll be alright. I think it's meant to be. I think that women like her and I are to grow ourselves and our families healthy out from such predicaments. The man drops dead in his own time due to his own selfishness-these cut throats are studs, all they are good for is keeping the genepool diverse. A stud in the wild is a total anti social bastard imposing on all family groups he comes by for his own selfish gain no respect to the family group and it's way of survival. As young intelligent and sensitive women fall down into the underground by the consequences of a crummy old establishment in modern society, generations later, from what she began in the underground like a seed, her family tree grows. That generations later her family is well established in the community, not superimposed like the war fodder that we came of. |
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Thinking of that time when we had a "real live American" stay in our home. The kids were talking to me afterwards. "Mum...I didnt like the way she talks, she puts too much emphasis in her words." "yeah...like when she swore..it wasnt like when we swear we just go..-oh there was this fucking shit and then well it was...shit- when she says fuck or shit she says it agressively like she wants to punch your head in. |
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think if i compile a book from my ritings it'll be stuff from my lj. It is revealing of my personal life... but only past tense not giving away so much as to exactly where i am at now. think i'll include all these stupid little poems and piccies from other journals when i was a kid. I could use these as to show how i was..of a time that i am looking back on...why i thought this was how i was cos of this n that... a socialogical and anthropotic study of myself the human animal. No sorry but...? Like Drews excuse of a book. Like how alot of biographys turn out... but...but this is my story... no one listens to their bullshit as they harp on for attention, so they sell out this sensational story to excuse themselves among other humans for wanting extra attention. Mum started writing one too. (who hasnt) Started with her being born into a cold hospital ward. But but but...what else. How wbout some food for thought. How about I write about my life not in a way to say...excuse me humans but I'm here too, eh look at me please. But to say...eh..me human..and I do shit too. And...and this is my shit. Come check it out...no...not into bird shit eh? ... but then what is this shit anyway...why do peoples shit stink differently anyway? I really dont mind bringing attention to my fathers home. I think that respectfully I can write about my parents exposing all shits, and the lack of shit too (power operated appliances dont shit). I think that i could bring public attention to my fathers home and so protect mine in the process. Hey...here's a piccy of my kid with the guinne pigs, but am i letting on much more of my personal life to the general public here in LJ? Nope...but i pulling apart, disecting and putting on display personal details about my parents. I think that the only way I could make a disgraceful display of someone elses personal life is when that person and i do not share trust personally. Not being trusted my word is not bonded with them, so it wouldnt be disloyal, it wouldnt be treachery to disclose personal details I have learned of that person. I dont trust my step mother, I dont share with her intimate details of my life, I give her the general goss and a lil juice when i slip every now and then. I dont trust my mother..and i dont trust my sister. My other sister is dead and so is my dad so i can write in full detail about them all and not feel like (and be) a trecherous arsewipe selling out the family's secrets. ...but hows this? I just realised...I would want to write much about my step mother as well as any other in the book BUT the person i know in the family who is a publisher is my step mothers father!!!!!! Just too damn close really. I can just imagine the flames in his seat as he reads through all this stuff of mine in my regard to his daughter. And then the conflict in loyalty he would feel...towards his daughter as her father and towards his business. And then he'd take my moral stand in writing this and twist it as if he a virtuous man and me an evil trecherouse lowlife for saying such horrible things about my family. .....so I know he could never publish good material of mine. Also I know how bad it is to try and mix personal life with business, how bad it can get doing business with family-ie my 37 yr old father marrying his 22 yr old secretary. |
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so I was wondering why is it that in society, in general...say back in the 50's, women were generally all soft in the head? And then if she was hard, she was all stiff and moreso being stubborn in her ignorance. I didnt think it was a natural occurance...it had to do with how women were within such a society-say back in the 50's. My dad's animals always went silly. I wonder why was that? We even felt all silly around him, us kids. It's how society was ordered. And such the consequenses in their nature they were ignorant of. The smooth male... keeping a cool head calculating matters. His hot tempered wife dramatising. She's all hot tempered and feverish cos she lives a lie, the one he created that got her in to be his wife. He's chatting up the secretary.. he is king monkey, it gives him elevation in the workplace. He can keep a cool head, he cant get hot under the collar or the Mrs will think something is up. What does she sense...what the hell would she know eh? He's all off on her, her at the office but where is the proof...he has the proof. "Nonsense! Cut that out you silly woman" is his answer to her fits of jelousy and rage. Her senses are crushed, she lives under him in a fever. How could she ever think straight if the very initial things she can sense in her life she is told is incorrect...she cannot trust her own good sense and so how can mother be a good mother of her own good sense if she cant even trust her own senses? Yes..so a church...like Christianity is her salvation. It touches the truths inside her that have been neglected and nurish them to grow...developing in her a christian minded kind of commonsense that is alternativly good for mothering in the family. What happens if the kids having been endowed enough commonsense from their parents prospective positions in the community grow up to be able to rationalise and think that there is no such thing as God so going to church is not nessesary? He's at the office fraternising with the secretary...how will she get her relief from this deciet if she's not in with the churchies? Oh she can go and cheat on him with his best mate. Then they'll have a big fight, go to split up but then think about the kids they have got. "how about we give it another go then? So they go to Adelaide to start again. One day they meet another couple who are just as bored and tied down as they and so the couples begin to flirt with each other. As before the guy makes the move on the other couples woman so his woman deeply moved makes her move on the other guy, each others moves governed by the response of the other and they get hooked up in partener swapping. What do the children see of this lifestyle, how does it effect them as they grow up? They get labled as "players" in the world as their folk so cunningly keep all this activity from the public, the kids copying their folk out right are seen as corrupt. But the things is...my mother is still soft in the head and in denial to all this bullashit because she was just as corrupt herself. She was just as treacherous to my father as he was to her...and what they did for their children is bring them into the world so as teens they were seen in society as trecherous people. My mother- now weak with age has fallen back into the ancient old pattern. She's with an alcoholic who moved into her home assuming himself first in the household with his bullshit over her so asserting her lies under him that keep her in a deluded state as second in her own home, for always. Myself..because I no longer want to carry on mindlessly in the habits my folks taught me so acting up as a wee one, an enemy of society, I judged my parents and finding them treacherous I cut myself away from them that I am not to give them my trust. There is no room for equality in a state where lies are fixed. Lies are fixed in order that they work and man has prooven time and time to be the mastercraftsman in these. All the latest religions that rule the earth now are man dominated. There were some goddess religions but they are weaker comparitively. If women dont like being treated second, feel their living in a dream while their man is out there living it or feel like they are going insane in a senseless marriage...how about they take stock of their own lies. "The truth is out there" "Jesus is the truth" What is this truth...? errmmm truth is only ever an issue when it has been neglected, otherwise its just simply......Life. "But? But?" "That's life baby" I dont think I have to worry about a man cheating on me, of living a lie. I have been "inbedded" with lies in relationships...it's always the guy who's goes out of his way to be sweet with you. Like why would he want to do that, you are left wondering, or your a simply left in a daze all flattered and perplexed...so he can continue his deciet you unable to sense it. So what is wrong with your man checking out a few skirts? Never been a problem to me. I have no problem with desire. I like to be desirable and I appreciate that which is desirable myself too. I allow myself to indulge in a few primal instincts of my own time to time without ever having to be treacherous. Often it's those fleeting moments that are the most exciting, and soon as it crosses your mind what you could do, the moment has gone, your safe..it's ok..you never did. If your man is respectful..in the manner of which he checks out other women, then his manliness shouldnt feel threatened by other men should they check you out a mo. If you arnt going about giving fullfrontals with your cleverage or wearing dresses like flags pointing to your vagina then you arnt sending out messages to random males that your heat is there for his taking. If you are discreet with your heat- and face it girls..we humans are the horniest animal on the planet with us women on heat every single month of the year, our discretion means less of a threat to him. Yes...I'm talking to me here..the teenage me who didnt have a mother and didnt understand what discretion in these regards were but nor did i know a respectable male either... In the wild...the female, often mother or elder female is the one who protects the pubescent girlies from the enslaught of male approach given such effects in these times. Man...should have seen this bull elephant charging this baby elephant this Doco i saw one time. Because humans were filming and sorta interfered...the mother got confused and didnt react straight away, so she didnt get infront of the bull elephant in time and he broke the young animals leg. It can be quite tragic for young females out in the world with no mothering protection...well for both kids. When mother goes wayward in society, the girls are brutalised and the boys become bruts...and hense the degeneration of humanity in the way of of domestic violence. I understand the sense of Rome. (yes..another divergence) Rome feeds the orphans. A people who lacked mothering-(Romulas and Remus? the myth of Romes foundation-two orphans suckled in the wild by a she wolf) and as a consequence the people were trecherouse degenerates, fodder for war. Rome began to crumble..it's only growth was war, taking for selfish gain...so gains were made back eventually as others warred back winning back territories. Christianity was Romes savior. It gave heart and soul back to Rome...it helped prevent a people degenerating, mostly holding peoples lives in suspence via their faith. (Suspended in eagerness for what heaven beholds etc etc) I think people need to grow out of religion, not discard it. I think the selfish arseholes throw away religion as it's only a thing holding them back from doing what they want to do. Do so as they fucking well please without a thought to others hurts people, people continued in hurt disease-this cant be good for humanity. Yes...I'll respect the lie. The Christian one. it protected my nana from the truth of my poppa's treachery, she was a lovely person not ever having to worry her head on his "I want to be king of the world" shit. She was endowed the respect in the family..she is remembered well of her deeds because she took on the virtues of the church dispite how miserble popper made her time to time. He used to beat her, he used to beat my dad, uncles and aunt. He ruled with an iron fist. His children grew up to fear and hate him. His children grew up to love and respect their mother. But Also, my dad knew she was living a lie...she didnt know half of the world he was discovering, so he leared to love and respect her was to tell her what she wanted to hear, that which she is taught by the church is right. So he learned he could live a world she would never know...this world his father occupied. He hated his father, thought he was a standover brut..thought he could top him being learned, being gentle like his mother is good, rough like his father is bad. He meets a sexy Irish girl from accross town. He is learned, he's better than his bruttish father, he could have this woman dispite what some say about her. Dont marry that kind of woman, she's a bit flighty dont your think? Busting from the constraints of the old school..of the christian ways his father so bruttishly established with his mother..You brut, I'm smart i can sort this with this kind of woman no worries. I thought of my father as an intellectual barbarian as i became a teen. He used three syllable words like a truncheon to stun people... he didnt use these words to express himself more clearly. What would he know about expression...to him it was an emission of exhaust. "Cough..splutter..ehhrmmm.. YES, SURE Geoffrey!" yeah i think he so cleverly had it sorted with my mother. his preconcieved judgements that i found so fucking confounding. "She's a stupid Irishwoman from the otherside of town, she is not humble and good like my mother, she wants to hear only what she wants to hear, i can tell her anything i want...i got this one in the bag boys" yeah this piece of pussy was dead meat. And he played her..and played her... and played her. And she played..and played and played. The real shitter of this is his prodegy. All the while he thinks it's all good to fuck with my mother cos she's no good...then so what of his children? Oh!! he's so smart, he's not a brut like his father so he can work it out. Yep...he certainly did. He ended up with the kids when she eventually took off. She was happy leaving on his terms being treated as the irresponsible inferior so endowing him all responsibility and superiority on all matters between him and her... after all she just wanted to play and he was allowing her now to get away- !Ting! and my fairy mother was gone! He did a grand job too...he is so clever. He was so clever, when his eldest daughter reached a ripe pubescent age of only 13 he personally takes on his 22 year old secretary. He was an intelligent man, he made this decision with all considerable rashion and reason so establishing a stable home and caring home body for his children..NOT what did this guy want? an early grave? well he got it. He was a geniouse to masterfully manage the patchwork of lies his new young wife stitched herself under him and over me of, the lie I wore being the corrupt and decietful one in the family most deserving of a wretched place in the underground. I dont wear the lie anymore...I'm free. My step mother is bound to the patchwork of lies being of her own creation so inbedded in all the business workings of her late husband, Geoffrey. Her house is owned by a law firm he was managing. I can only suspect this, but methinks also a family trust fund is bound to the business as a tax deduction. She being trustee of such that was connected to his workings prior, she is responsible for and hense bound to such his workings. When i went for a settlement with my step mother when my father died, I was only going to settle on terms I would truly be settled with. i had decided i didnt trust her in what ever she said she was giving to me in way of inheritance. As i had not legally inherited anything I figged it was best to settle on terms that respect my rights as a blood relative. I figured that as a blood relative i had some right to this estate, that i shouldnt have to do a song and a dance for my step mother in hope of any peanuts she maybe willing to throw my way. Anyway...there was this part where we had agreed on her giving me my fathers book case, but she said that the books werent in it. This didnt make sense, Dad's books always lived in that book case. Why would she suddenly take the books out in a matter of 10 months after he died? The bookcase would look pretty empty with nothing in it...AND it's not like she had a collection of books that she wanted to be placed in the book case instead. Not like she needed to sell the book case for money and to rid it, well it matched all his other antique furniture that so distinguished them. And then...where would she dump all these books? No one in the family has been that interested in the books to borrow them and loose them in a matter of ten months as the layer had stated. I wasnt going to settle on this abserdity. I wanted the bookscase for genuine reasons, it's holds my memory of my father. That I knew alot of the books in the book case and it was something I did share with my father....... i was begining to feel majorly fucked with again. So i didnt settle. Months went by as I investigated the law firm my father had managed. i investigated probable trust funds and just how they did their business. Made applications for certain documents but as the law had changed i couldnt get them...but it did something cos those lawyers got all edgy. So edgy they pressed her, my step mother to find the dam books and settle, I so think. So i can see that these lawyers, my dad's business has the ultimate power over her estate, she doesnt. And lo! magically all the books reappeared! So i have it on paper, documented proof that my step mother's word means shit. She says the books are lost and gone and then the books magically appear again. It was simply something that meant alot to me in regards to my father and anything that meant alot to me in reagrds to my father she fucked with. She fucking with it meant i would go out of control with my emotions. when my father witnesses me going out of control it confirms his judgement that i am an out of control low life and so befitting all other description my step mother bestowed upon me, trecherouse, violant lowlife. When she could no longer get to me...that i decided there was nothing between my father and myself, it's like the whole thing came tumbling down. That is how i broke from this trap. I decided there was nothing between dad and I, no trust, no love, no relationship. The last time i saw my father alive was the first time i gave him no affection at all. fucking crazy shit. |
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| Tuesday, January 20th, 2004 |
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The other day Shelley got some guinne pigs she's been nagging me the past year for please wait for pics to upload...     
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 ...somewhat over grown since William made his exit  the ferns  here's a rasperry |
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| Monday, January 19th, 2004 |
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See.. Igot my researchwrong..about those Maquarb monkeys... Marque..what'vrrr all wrong AND so even my premise for such my arguement was Wwong! I thought there was a double negetive there in that conclusion *searches*where..(where? I dunno where it was i wrote it...but all that with a link to some Stud-ey it was about a totally different monkey aND IT was based on the opposite of which i was laying my premise <:' so.. back to my original premise.. it's about those other monkeys that get into sex.. not those visciouse lil brown things of that study, and..evens to say what I say as another cause with my own study of seretonin.. anywa-eys... :D |
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| Sunday, January 18th, 2004 |
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Democrasy in early Greece, I think died. It got a bad case of what I call-word syphilis, the disease spread throughout society aswell as it was passed down from mother to child too, eventually the heart of democrasy was struck and the sense of it in the constitution died. People were rigged in opposition to each other, from left wing to right wing by word phrases. The propaganda initially was spread to cull off a surplus population. War was nessesary to maintain a population and/or extend the borders for a growing population. I think Alexander took it all too far. Greece became Imperial as it took on Pheonican technologies of colonialism-after it initially took over the Pheonicans. When a person in society declares they are a republican, a conservitive, a green or fricken what ever and they arnt polititions, they are held to that side like a football team. They adapt all the political terminology and go about acting as they think a "bla-bla" should be. They have what I call a case of word syphilis and so destroy the sense of democrasy. |
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Early snivilisation controls a people by their base instincts. Sexual desire, fear, jelousy, and hunger. What kicks over this viscious circle of manipulation of human instincts is when a particularly attractive young female makes her debut in this society. Because people are controlled by their instincts she is naturally powerful..and consequentially she is spoiled by men's wanton desire in society...to be fated as the Butanna, in society. Her own growth in society stunted, this amoral woman in society has the power over men sexually to take as she wants so ruling wantonly herself, consequentially her children become degenerates too. So in such a society consequentially a desirable woman is bad. So to satisfy his desire, this desirable woman is a man's business. Controlled by his desire for her he makes it his work in positioning her to draw attention to his business...or display him as important in regards to his political stance in society. His wife is controlled by her instincts of jelousy and greed. Jelouse of the attention he gives to this desirable woman she is satisfied by the wealth he can attain from his business of a butanna. The butanna is controlled by her fear. She is ostrasized by the general public, women are jelouse and nasty to her and the men double cross her. damned romans. To not be the base of this society controlled by ones instincts, instincts are oppressed outright. Still the upperclass are manipulated-controlled- by their resistance to their instincts, so they become like appliances operated by the power generated from their resistance to ones instincts in such a society. So you get this society of fat, rather ugly and superstitious people who are spirited and so ruled by an over bearing and callas upperclass who are consequentially attractive and intelligent. This is how the English started out. The romans pulled out... saxons came in, the technology still in place Saxon tribes folk and the likes endeavoured to become civilised in these roman established townships. What resulted in the Victorian era was a callas overbearing somewhat attractive and intelligent upperclass - and middleclass(be they royalty or wealthy merchants from the industrial revolution) oppressivly ruling a rather spirited unattractive lowerclass. |
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