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“I’m a scientist,”

Ha! So am I. He needs to get beyond it.
 
magnifier661 said:
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There is a new religion in town. It's called democratic communism
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My little sister:

She was born into poverty.
She lost her mother at 6.
Her father took our 4-year-old sister and vanished for 7 years.
Our older sister and I were separated from her into one family.
Our brother was separated into another family.
She went to a family that included their own daughter of her same age and was left to know the constant feeling of being a second choice(I was too, so I know how detrimental it is).
She was raped in high school.
She was diagnosed with bi-polar in early HS as she dropped out to get her GED.
She had a long-term relationship with a boy who would later become an addict. He would cheat on her and generally treat her poorly. Young first relationship and all. In the meantime she would develop a strong bond with his mother and would eventually patch up relations with her first love. He would later die of a drug overdose.
She lost her 1 1/2 year old first child to spinal meningitis.
Her best friend was murdered in a murder/suicide at the hands of her husband's best friend.
She now has an autistic son who requires a lot of attention.
All before turning 27.

Tell me how hard you've had it again mags. Tell me the person one should be after what is her life experience and condition. Educate me. She's destined to low-functioning, a borderline impoverished economic situation, little family support due to shared dysfunction among its members, and the lifelong curse of grief and foregone pleasure. How can she become more like you mags? Teach me so I can understand.
 
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barfo said:
So, Trump's first cabinet "appointment" is someone completely incompetent, and you think that's a good thing?

barfo
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Paine Tablet said:
My little sister:

She was born into poverty.
She lost her mother at 6.
Her father took our 4-year-old sister and vanished for 7 years.
Our older sister and I were separated from her into one family.
Our brother was separated into another family.
She went to a family that included their own daughter of her same age and was left to know the constant feeling of being a second choice(I was too, so I know how detrimental it is).
She was raped in high school.
She was diagnosed with bi-polar in early HS as she dropped out to get her GED.
She had a long-term relationship with a boy who would later become an addict. He would cheat on her and generally treat her poorly. Young first relationship and all. In the meantime she would develop a strong bond with his mother and would eventually patch up relations with her first love. He we would later die of a drug overdose.
She lost her 1 1/2 year old first child to spinal meningitis.
Her best friend was murdered in a murder/suicide at the hands of her husband's best friend.
She now has an autistic son who requires a lot of attention.
All before turning 27.

Tell me how hard you've had it again mags. Tell me the person one should be after what is her life experience and condition. Educate me. She's destined to low-functioning, a borderline impoverished economic situation, little family support due to shared dysfunction among its members, and the lifelong curse of grief and foregone pleasure. How can she become you like you mags? Teach me so I can understand.
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Wow! That is really heart wrenching.
 
Paine Tablet said:
My little sister:

She was born into poverty.
She lost her mother at 6.
Her father took our 4-year-old sister and vanished for 7 years.
Our older sister and I were separated from her into one family.
Our brother was separated into another family.
She went to a family that included their own daughter of her same age and was left to know the constant feeling of being a second choice(I was too, so I know how detrimental it is).
She was raped in high school.
She was diagnosed with bi-polar in early HS as she dropped out to get her GED.
She had a long-term relationship with a boy who would later become an addict. He would cheat on her and generally treat her poorly. Young first relationship and all. In the meantime she would develop a strong bond with his mother and would eventually patch up relations with her first love. He we would later die of a drug overdose.
She lost her 1 1/2 year old first child to spinal meningitis.
Her best friend was murdered in a murder/suicide at the hands of her husband's best friend.
She now has an autistic son who requires a lot of attention.
All before turning 27.

Tell me how hard you've had it again mags. Tell me the person one should be after what is her life experience and condition. Educate me. She's destined to low-functioning, a borderline impoverished economic situation, little family support due to shared dysfunction among its members, and the lifelong curse of grief and foregone pleasure. How can she become more like you mags? Teach me so I can understand.
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I was born in Portland Oregon. My parents were pretty well off by the time I was 4.

My father was a Vietnam vet that was an engineer and sprayed Agent Orange through 2 tours there. In his final week of his second tour, he was supposed to take it easy. His buddy just pulled a 18 hour and was expected to break apart an area for a new road. He told his friend he would do it for him so he could get some Zzzz. You drive a push tractor that breaks the rocks so it can be graded for laying a road way, and he was accompanied by 5 soldiers to protect him while he worked. All the sudden, a big bang and flash and he blacked out. When he came to, he thought he was being attacked by mortar fire. He tried getting up to run away and kept falling down. When he looked down, he saw that his right leg was completely blown off. He wasn't able to breath and realized the teeth in his mouth were all knocked out and in the middle of his throat. He used his hands to shovel the teeth out from his throat and used his belt to tie around the thigh of his right leg. He laid there screaming for help for 15 minutes before a medic came to his aid. He heard moans from all the soldiers that were around him and realized they all stopped.

Every one of the soldiers died around him. He hit a tank mine with his push tractor, which is supposed to blow up tanks. He had massive internal bleeding and metal fragments in his jaw, ribs and one went straight through his abdomen through his left lung and top of his back. One of his eyes were completely blown out. His jaw was completely blown apart. Anyway, he was in the Mash Hospital and needed to urgently go to the hospital. My father wanted to go to a hospital in the US because he didn't want to die in Vietnam. The doctor told him that he had a 5% chance of living and that would be considerably less if he went on an airplane to the US. My dad didn't care.

Meanwhile, my mother, who didn't know any English and was mother to my brother and sister at this time, was in Oregon at some base. She had no family there so she had to make do with simple english and making simple food. My dad made it to Sacramento and stayed at the hospital for 18 months. They amputated his leg all the way up to the middle of his thigh because he had gang green. He lost all hearing on the right side of his body, and his entire jaw had to be re-broke several times. He had a glass eye on his right eye socket. Only had 3 teeth left in his mouth.

After 18 months, he was cleared to leave the hospital and decided to rent a car to drive home to Salem, Oregon. A few hours in, a drunk driver ran him off the road and his car flipped 5 times. Luckily a CHP was nearby and came to his car. All his stitching busted out and had to be rushed back to the hospital where he had to be re-stitched and stayed for another 3 months to heal. I wasn't born yet, and if my father died in Vietnam, I wouldn't be here today.

My dad used loans from family and friends to purchase a 7/11 where he later sold to purchase Lynches Market (like safeway) in the Raleigh Hills Area. I was born by this time. We were doing pretty well, living in Raleigh Hills for most my childhood (1-10 years). My father would do favors for family, loaning them money to buy liquor stores, and one investment went south. Because my father co-signed for his brother, the banks sued him and he lost all his money. We went from a nice Raleigh Hills home, to living off the wounded veterans fund of $2,200 a month for a family of 5. The biggest problem was my brother was a crack addict and would steal what money we had to buy drugs. We lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in Clackamas for 3 years. At this time, my father had to battle sever arthritis because of the humid conditions in Oregon. The doctor advised him to move to a dry place, which we did in Lancaster, CA.

We lived in a 3 bedroom apartment for 1 year, trying to find a house rental and new business for my dad to invest in. He found a print shop and a 4 bedroom house and borrowed money to purchase the print shop. The company was in the red for 2 years, which during this time, my father had a major heart attack and needed a quadruple bypass. The business obviously suffered and he almost lost it. In the end, he survived the heart attack and went back to work. Unfortunately Champus Insurance pays only 70% of the bill, so we were on the hook for 65k in hospital bills. We were going to become dead broke again, but the doctor that gave him the bypass wrote off the bill because he felt the country owed that to him. Because my father was honorable, he requested that he trade printing for the bill, which landed his biggest account.

My dad was 80% handicapped, have cancer, heart failure and diabetes. He always had great spirit, up until his final days.

Fast forward 8 years later and my father found a new venture to the company I work now. He mortgaged every business (sold me and my sister the print shop for 60k) maxed all his cards, and borrowed money from friends and family to give a 30% downpayment of a 500k purchase of the new company. The business wasn't doing well for 8 years, which he finally had to bankrupt the company. At this time, I was able to build the print shop into a very successful venture, grossing 75k per month in sales. My father had all the formulas and business model, so we decided to give everything we had to my dad so he could fulfill his dream. He finally got a huge break and landed some huge accounts. He paid us all back with interest, even though we didn't ask for it. He told me, this is what you have to do!

3 years later, my brother was on a deep downward spiral. His drug addiction was so bad, that he would blow 4-5k per week on drugs. He was partner with my dad in the current business. 4 months later, my dad asked me to check on my brother because he was living with a nurse to take care of him. When I walked in, I asked the nurse how he was doing and she replied "He's been quite for a while now". I walked in and saw him hunched over at the edge of his bed, looking like he was praying. When I tapped on his shoulder, he was freezing cold. I grabbed him and he fell over. His eyes were wide open and he was starring straight at me. I realized he was dead. I still cry every once in a while reliving that sight because it's embedded in my brain.

Anyway, my dad asked if I could stop working at the print shop and sell my shares to my sister so I can help him run his company. I did and 4 months later, my dad died of a heart attack. I was the only man of the family, and the company officers and some fucking dick head attorney were trying to take the company from my mother. I went to work for 2,5 years, with no one willing to help me and in the middle of a heavily litigation. In the end, I prevailed because I found out that all the shares were legally my fathers, and the one fighting actually had no interest in the company.

So I'm living pretty fat right now, but I would rather live in Clackamas with a living dad and brother. I asked my dad why the hell did he put himself through all this shit, when the government could actually take care of him. His response is "A man, no matter how tough it is, must work hard or he isn't a man". I asked him would he have gone to Vietnam his second tour, knowing that he would have gotten blown up. He always replied "Yes, I am proud to be an american and support my country with duty". That always resonated with me.
 
So @Paine Tablet you asked me what have I done to overcome hardship. How hard was my life? I'm not going to pawn off it was anything I couldn't handle. I've been through a lot in my own personal life, but my father made damn sure I work hard and protect my family. I think I've done pretty good, training myself in the nutrition and environmental business. Yes, now I review contracts and only make major decisions, but I've paid my dues and I use my extra time to still protect my families.

So my advise is, "No matter how hard you think it is, work hard or you ain't a man!" oh and MAKE SURE YOU REGISTER REPUBLICAN SO YOU CAN VOTE FOR TRUMP
 
My grandfather was hit by a trolley as a child and lost both his legs. He walked on wooden legs his whole life. There was no New Deal back then. He got married, had children, and ran a hardware store with my grandmother. The family had no money to start with.

My father had mumps as a child, fused ankles, and several other birth defects and afflictions. He went to college and became a doctor. He gave me nothing.

Life is tough.
 
magnifier661 said:
So @Paine Tablet you asked me what have I done to overcome hardship. How hard was my life? I'm not going to pawn off it was anything I couldn't handle. I've been through a lot in my own personal life, but my father made damn sure I work hard and protect my family. I think I've done pretty good, training myself in the nutrition and environmental business. Yes, now I review contracts and only make major decisions, but I've paid my dues and I use my extra time to still protect my families.

So my advise is, "No matter how hard you think it is, work hard or you ain't a man!" oh and MAKE SURE YOU REGISTER REPUBLICAN SO YOU CAN VOTE FOR TRUMP
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I wish the father I had never met had told me all this stuff so I would've ended up just like you. Wait, I'd rather be homeless.
 
Hearing these stories makes me appreciate my own life, I mean the worst stuff I had to deal with was my dad basically walking out of my life for a few years and teenage fatherhood... I'll take that any day over those hardships.
 
My grandfather was killed by a mule at age 4. My father died in childbirth. My mother was a penniless ne'er-do-well who rode the rails from town to town, one step ahead of the law.

barfo
 
Denny Crane said:
My grandfather was hit by a trolley as a child and lost both his legs. He walked on wooden legs his whole life. There was no New Deal back then. He got married, had children, and ran a hardware store with my grandmother. The family had no money to start with.

My father had mumps as a child, fused ankles, and several other birth defects and afflictions. He went to college and became a doctor. He gave me nothing.

Life is tough.
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That is your response? Telling. It's as if you don't recognize at all the stark difference in realities between a nurtured human being whom might face a health problem(generally not caused by other humans) and one that that faces MULTIPLE and COMPOUNDING examples of extremely traumatic experiences dealing with rejection, loss, violence, insanity, poverty, neglect, separation, and isolation that ARE caused by other humans(for the most part). Well done!
 
BlazerDuckSeahawkFan94 said:
Hearing these stories makes me appreciate my own life, I mean the worst stuff I had to deal with was my dad basically walking out of my life for a few years and teenage fatherhood... I'll take that any day over those hardships.
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Thank you, that is the point. There are much worse stories than mine.
 
SlyPokerDog said:
So you think Paine Tablet should pay for his sister to have gender reassignment surgery and then send her out to work?!?
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Funnily enough, or rather not funny, but the sister who was stolen for seven years is now a man. There was a lot of brainwashing she was exposed to as a child during her kidnapping and I think something happened to her when she later found lesbianism/feminism. There was a distinct shift in her personality after she started into the LGBQT/SJW scene in Portland. That is to say I never grasped any notion that she felt like a man prior to this SJW-induced transformation. I think it relates a lot to the lies she was told about who she was as a small child and later coming into a welcoming group that could exploit her innate sense of compassion/empathy.
 
Denny Crane said:
My grandfather was hit by a trolley as a child and lost both his legs. He walked on wooden legs his whole life. There was no New Deal back then. He got married, had children, and ran a hardware store with my grandmother. The family had no money to start with.

My father had mumps as a child, fused ankles, and several other birth defects and afflictions. He went to college and became a doctor. He gave me nothing.

Life is tough.
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Great story!!!
 
Paine Tablet said:
Funnily enough, or rather not funny, but the sister who was stolen for seven years is now a man. There was a lot of brainwashing she was exposed to as a child during her kidnapping and I think something happened to her when she later found lesbianism/feminism. There was a distinct shift in her personality after she started into the LGBQT/SJW scene in Portland. That is to say I never grasped any notion that she felt like a man prior to this SJW-induced transformation. I think it relates a lot to the lies she was told about who she was as a small child and later coming into a welcoming group that could exploit her innate sense of compassion/empathy.
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Whoa.

Sounds like you've endured a lot in your life. Just the fact that you are able to talk about it is great. I'm not sure where you're at in your life now but best advice is to go out, find love, and create the family stability you didn't have growing up. That love will radiate out to the other members of your family.
 
Paine Tablet said:
Funnily enough, or rather not funny, but the sister who was stolen for seven years is now a man. There was a lot of brainwashing she was exposed to as a child during her kidnapping and I think something happened to her when she later found lesbianism/feminism. There was a distinct shift in her personality after she started into the LGBQT/SJW scene in Portland. That is to say I never grasped any notion that she felt like a man prior to this SJW-induced transformation. I think it relates a lot to the lies she was told about who she was as a small child and later coming into a welcoming group that could exploit her innate sense of compassion/empathy.
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I do really mean that when I saw I hope your life is blessed.
 
Paine Tablet said:
That is your response? Telling. It's as if you don't recognize at all the stark difference in realities between a nurtured human being whom might face a health problem(generally not caused by other humans) and one that that faces MULTIPLE and COMPOUNDING examples of extremely traumatic experiences dealing with rejection, loss, violence, insanity, poverty, neglect, separation, and isolation that ARE caused by other humans(for the most part). Well done!
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My father and grandfather were dealt life altering and crippling blows and managed to make it.

You act like losing both legs at age 5 isn't a traumatic loss?

:crazy:

Maybe they made something of themselves because there was no government teet to suck on.
 
Denny Crane said:
Maybe they made something of themselves because there was no government teet to suck on.
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So you are saying that had there been a government teat to suck on, your father and grandfather would likely have done so rather than accomplish what they could on their own.

I'll take your word for it.

barfo
 
barfo said:
So you are saying that had there been a government teat to suck on, your father and grandfather would likely have done so rather than accomplish what they could on their own.

I'll take your word for it.

barfo
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If offered food stamps and getting sucked into the welfare state trap is the alternative, many do end up fucked.

My father did join the army and worked at Walter Reed for 20 years. He didn't take, he gave.
 
Denny Crane said:
If offered food stamps and getting sucked into the welfare state trap is the alternative, many do end up fucked.

My father did join the army and worked at Walter Reed for 20 years. He didn't take, he gave.
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And that's great. But it doesn't mean that everyone can do the same. Some people can and do overcome adversity, some people can't. Sometimes the hill is too high to climb.

We have two choices, either take care of those who can't make it on their own, or reintroduce large predators that can take out the weak, sick, and old.

barfo
 
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