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99.5%-And You Never Know, So Don’t Be A Religious Hypocrite!

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I just received the final score in my second class of the Master’s level of Psychology: 99.5%.

HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW?

That’s right, 1/2 a point from a perfect score.

Keep in mind that my frontal lobes are fucked beyond all recognition, I’ve been hit in the head by Walmart’s heavy and structurally unsound wooden pallets, I’ve had two seizures, and meningitis during infancy, and have you got? 

ONE   BIG MIDDLE  FINGER  IN   YOUR  FACE!

 Be careful, because I fling stringy boogersnot at anyone who pisses me off or refuses to give another person who suffers from traumatic brain injury the same courtesy that person would give an American war criminal who raped little girls in Iraq.  It’s nothing personal, or anything.  It’s just that my frontal lobes are now a thing of the past, and the frontal lobes maintain one’s ability from doing something like that.  


You know that verse, Romans 7:15-17, in which Paul admits that he can’t maintain the same self-control that he preaches in Titus 1:8 and 1 Corinthians 6:12-20.  Verse 13 is hilarious because Paul mentions sexual immorality, but he also mentiones in the next chapter, verse 9, that those who cannot maintain self control should be allowed to marry so that they don’t burn with passion or sin against their own bodies.


Oops.

“Sorry that you have a green, slimey boogersnot in your right eye, but I wasn’t particularly thrilled with your mockery, and I guess this is as a good a time as any to have you be the third person, other than my doctor and myself, to tell you this, but I just came down with H5N-1, and I’m really contagious.  I’m quite sure that bird flu will be quite the adventure for both of us, but I told you never fuck with someone whose frontal lobes are just for looking at.

“I didn’t want to do it, but you shouldn’t have mouthed off like that about people who struggle with disabilities.”

It seems that was the direction Paul was going; as if to say: “I didn’t want to do it, but damaged frontal lobes mean one has either little or no self-control, so I guess you’re fucked because you just had to take a swipe at the developmentally disabled.  Have a nice day.”

 

In conclusion, just because someone knows that they shouldn’t do something upon learning of learning about their bird flu diagnosis (like spit a stringy boogie in your eye) doesn’t mean their frontal lobes will prevent them from ruining your day if you cross them.

Pissing off the disabled (or an advocate of the same) is like a box of chocolates which really turned out to be Ex-Lax.  Those frontal lobes will get us every time, and it’s even worse when you’re dealing with someone who had meningitis in 1971 or a former railroad foreman who was the victim of a prem in which a premature detonation in which a tampering iron that was 43 inches long, 1 1/4 inches in diameter and weighed 13 1/4 pounds shot through his skull (source:https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/phineas-gage-neurosciences-most-famous-patient-11390067/), and that’s going to destroy your ability to keep your middle finger down, as Gage was unable to maintain any kind of employment because he became a profanity-laced alcoholic who flew into rages.

Now, what was all that crap that  Paul wrote about self-control, in addition to the ignorance King Solomon wrote in Proverbs 22:24-25 about keeping an angry man isolated?

“Do not make friends with a hot-tempered person, do not associate with one easily angered, or you may learn their ways and get yourself ensnared.”

Isn’t that a bit hypocritical?   Because you will read in the sixth verse of that very chapter:

“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.”

What did Jesus say?

According to Matthew 7:1-5 (NIV) Christ rebuked the hypocritical and the truly stupid when He said:

“Do not judge others, or you too will be judged.  For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be applied to you.  Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?  How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck in your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye?  You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”

Have a nice day.

It’s an accomplishment when someone gets a final score of 99.5% in Psychology 600, but to do that with severe brain damage qualifies one for God-like status.

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I Don’t Want To Return Those Times-DO YOU???

 

 

 

 

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Do you really want to return to those days?  I didn’t think so.

Remember that Science is Law and we won’t have any problems-at least….not in the blue states.

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And So, It Begins….

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And so, it begins, my journey into the world of Education… all as I hear Pink Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall playing in my brain.

You already know that I’m conflicted about this, as I kind of see this as selling out.  However, I need a job which has union support-especially after what I went through both at Walmart and as a community trainer and respite worker for someone with autism.

One of the things I already realize is that I can’t do things the same way I did when I was a community trainer.   I can’t open the trunk of my car and show some bigot or bully that I’m not bluffing when I threaten to take his teeth out, break his knees, and bash his spine when he makes fun of someone who has a developmental disability-which was something no one in the Company ever knew that I did, otherwise I’d have been fired.  That’s kind of funny, because I found myself engaging in that very act almost every day that I went to work with the guy.

There were always some idiots, usually white trash or white suburbanite pricks, who told me that he needed to be put away in an institution.  Tommy is the only reason I didn’t do it, as he would usually take me out of the situation before the bastard who said what he said wound up twitching on the floor in a pool of his own blood-Tommy knew that I would do it, too.  He started out completely non-verbal, but he learned how to plead me to leave by saying the word go.

I suppose one of the funnier episodes is when this white woman clutched her daughter and pulled her closer (because Tommy was black).  She became verbally abusive after I informed her that the white sheets were in Aisle-5.

Of course I said that right in front of her daughter!  Would you expect any less of me?  I mean, come on!

I defended him every day by destroying anyone who taunted him, and no one ever knew about it.  That’s kind of stupid, firing someone for defending the client by any means necessary, but I digress.

Do I want to teach?

No, because it’s so politicized now that it’s hardly worth it.  However, it’s possible that I’m being driven in a position I don’t want to go to wait for the opportunity in my true calling-which is what I do right now…writing.

Maybe I’m supposed to do this teaching crap, not only to tell kids what really went down in recent American history (although they’re going to have to answer according to the textbook), but to teach and enforce the idea of diversity-which is a dangerous concept in the America ruled by the Trump regime.

 

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Master’s Degree, My New Frontier

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I start my Master’s in Education journey in a few hours, but I’m not nervous about the next two years, because I got through the first four-which were a bitch and a half.

I mean, between the nightshifts, lack of sleep, chipping my shoulder (and who knows what the hell else working at Walmart did to my body), I figure this shouldn’t be too hard.  I’ve actually been through a hell of a lot worse.

Furthermore, a teacher is not who I truly am.  I’m a controlled anarchist who has a fascination with pyromania.  I’m Ozzy Osbourne, for crying out loud.  The only difference is that Ozzy plays the role, but I don’t.

Oh, sure, he was serious when he was a 24-year-old kid in Black Sabbath, but he changed into a performer.  As for me, I haven’t changed.  I’m still the same dark spirited ghoul that I was thirty years ago, I’ve become darker as time has progressed, and that’s because of what I’ve seen and the times in which we currently live.

I’m not particularly thrilled with who’ve I’ve become.  However, I’m also aware that I’m not on Gilligan’s Island.  Things will get better for me.

Things are already improving inch by inch, as I have someone who cares for me, and ours has become a beautiful friendship-which I hope turns into a hell of a lot more…because I can see myself being a father now for the first time in my life, while I laughed at the idea in prior times.

Now, if I’m right about that one, my dark side will likely dissipate, because I’ll have to serve as an example to this child whom I have a feeling is coming.  Oh, she’ll know about it (don’t ask me why I sense a daughter), but I’ll also show her the end results of what happens when you do all the things that I did.

But, I digress.

The second step in my journey begins eighteen minutes from now, and I’m ready for it.  I see it as a back up only.  However, having a Master’s Degree will give me at least a little more credibility.  It’s not going to be easy, but I don’t expect this to be as hard as the Bachelor’s degree was, nor will it take as long.

I only must deal with 36 credits.  What’s that, 12 classes?

If I got through Psychology, I’ll get through Education.  It’s not that I believe in this crap.  It’s that I have to surrender without giving myself away for the time being (yeah, that’s a Cheap Trick reference-great show in 1997 at Woodley Park in the San Fernando Valley).

I’ll have a lot of input in these classes, because of my learning disabilities.  I’ll be able to tell them what works and what definitely doesn’t.  I’ll even share of some of experiences in how I got an autistic man to speak (though not well, because he didn’t learn when he should have).

Well, time to get to work.  The next fourteen months are going to be fun.logo.9-0-0-72874

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Starting Over

 

Having to start over again as a Master’s candidate is interesting when one has traumatic brain injury.

The classes seem to move a little more quickly, but that might just be my perception, as this is only my first class.

I’m in somewhat of a luxurious position, because this is my only job.  I don’t drive forty-five minutes one way and an hour and a half en route to my abode.  That would be L.A.-and that probably would drive me to commit homicide…even though I do miss Los Angeles, with its culture, its scenes, Topanga Canyon Road, Zuma Beach, The Lighthouse in Hermosa Beach, and so on.

On second thought, the gas prices would drive me crazy, too.

I remember that gas was $5 a gallon before George W. Bush left office-and that was in the San Fernando Valley.

However, I digress.

I realize that more is expected of me at this level, but I know that my brain can handle this.  We’ll get through this two yearlong intestinal tract together.

Armed with a learning disability, I know that I have a lot of information for my fellow classmates on how to help these kids.  The strangest thing is that I never thought I would sign up to teach-I never wanted to.

Why am I pursuing this degree?  Teachers are unionized (unless they are in a private school), and I deserve the extras which come with unionization-especially a pension.
Having to start over again as a Master’s candidate is interesting when one has traumatic brain injury.

The classes seem to move a little more quickly, but that might just be my perception, as this is only my first class.

I’m in somewhat of a luxurious position, because this is my only job.  I don’t drive forty-five minutes one way and an hour and a half en route to my abode.  That would be L.A.-and that probably would drive me to commit homicide…even though I do miss Los Angeles, with its culture, its scenes, Topanga Canyon Road, Zuma Beach, The Lighthouse in Hermosa Beach, and so on.

On second thought, the gas prices would drive me crazy, too.

I remember that gas was $5 a gallon before George W. Bush left office-and that was in the San Fernando Valley.

However, I digress.

I realize that more is expected of me at this level, but I know that my brain can handle this.  We’ll get through this two yearlong intestinal tract together.

Armed with a learning disability, I know that I have a lot of information for my fellow classmates on how to help these kids.  The strangest thing is that I never thought I would sign up to teach-I never wanted to.

Why am I pursuing this degree?  Teachers are unionized (unless they are in a private school), and I deserve the extras which come with unionization-especially a pension.

Pensions are rare now because of the 401K-and a good number of people have to work longer because of that.  Do I feel sorry for them?   No.  Educated people don’t do stupid things, like opting out of guaranteed money for playing the stock market.

That’s why I have opted for this thankless job.  It’s better than being a community trainer and you are rewarded when the time comes-unless a Republican comes and takes it from you first.

That’s why I have opted for this thankless job.  It’s better than being a community trainer and you are rewarded when the time comes-unless a Republican comes and takes it from you first.

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Another Nameless Metal Composition

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People with developmental disabilities are more capable than you believe.

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I realize what a lot of you are thinking.

 

This guy kind of sucks on the axe.  However, you did read some time ago that I never claimed to be Dimebag Darrell Abbott or Randy Rhoads.

 

This composer has a developmental disability and has had two seizures.  Hence, he records the tune while the notes are still in his mind.  There is virtually no short-term memory, and it’s too late by the time some of the melody returns.

 

The worst thing about it is the melody is never the same once some of it returns to my mind.

 

Just be happy that I’m keeping the classical heavy metal era alive through these compositions.  Maybe I’ll have a kid one day who can perfect his or her old man’s works, but these are the best I can do for right now.  Be grateful that this Jack the Ripper is not a dull boy by only displaying one type of material on here.

 

There are different sides to my personality, other than being a cut-throat liberal, and I want to share some of the other sides.  These recordings are only one verse long, as one should figure that the other one or two verses are the same-just like in a hymnal.

 

You probably have no idea that my hands shake as I type.  Well, they do.  I’m lucky that I can do any of this.

 

My hands shake because of what has happened to me over the course of time.  There are times when I should record the compositions in pieces and take short breaks in between.

 

My left hand shakes as I type this, in fact, and this is probably something that I will have to deal with for the next 50 or 60 years.

 

This is just more proof that people with disabilities can do more than what most people expect.

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The Avoidable Crisis Trump Created; Let’s Get Our Priorities Straight!

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Donald Trump has created a crisis in this country that didn’t exist until after he had stolen the 2016 election.

Don’t tell us that we need to get rid of Obamacare-because it works in those states which implement it.

Don’t tell us that we can’t afford to educate the next generation of engineers, because we can’t afford not to have engineers.

Don’t tell us we can afford tax cuts when our levees are breaking and our streets are in disrepair.

This is not the behavior of a superpower.

The last Republican who had half of a clue on this was Gerald Ford, who was willing to invest in our infrastructure and our education system.  The best “Republican” was Dwight D. Eisenhower, as he spent trillions of dollars (in today’s currency) on our infrastructure and our education system.

Why?  It was a matter of national security after the Russians beat us into space in 1957.

And neither one of these men advocated the stupid idea of school vouchers.  Both Eisenhower and Ford strongly believed in the American system of public education-which was once the best education system in the world.  What changed it all?

Ronald Reagan.

How do I know?

First, look at any Algebra book from the 1960’s and you’ll soon realize that the fucking book makes sense.  You won’t need a tutor when using an Algebra textbook that the engineers who put Armstrong and Aldrin on the moon used back when they were in high school.

They are so easy to understand that even you could score an A on an Algebra quiz.

Second, we didn’t have overcrowding in the classrooms, which really began in the early 1980s.

Third, everyone could read a sentence and tell you what it was about.

One can’t always blame the teachers because they also have to be surrogate parents during the 50 minutes in which the students are there.  Why?  Because you sons of bitches who fucked in the back of your Toyotas fifteen fucking years ago don’t pay any attention to your children and their problems.

Watch The Breakfast Club, because you fuckers are just as bad as your parents.

If we can afford a useless military that can’t tell friend from foe anymore, we can afford to give our own people free medical care-LIKE NORMAL COUNTRIES GIVE THEIR CITIZENS!

 Let’s face it….those dumbfucks haven’t been able to tell friend from foe since Vietnam.

My old man told me ALL ABOUT IT.

It’s time for Americans to assist our imperiled citizens and let the soldiers pay for their own shit. Maybe they’ll be more careful with those bullets.

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