Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
"Dear Son! I am being honest but not honest enough. Once up in Minnesota I saw a three-legged bobcat, a not quite whole bobcat with one leg lost to a trap. There is the saw about cutting the horse's legs off to get him in a box. The year it happened to me the moon... Continue Reading →
SUMMARY Like sharks safe in the dark fathoms of the sea to prey on targets, the Bullies' Predatory Footprint looks at the vast, opportunistic, cruel, and predatory behaviour of bullying that is exercised to repress and maintain an ascendancy of dominance, power, and control over others. Harrying many young and vulnerable people to suicide, the... Continue Reading →
SUMMARY When your son wakes you up at 3:00 A.M. because he wants to watch Caillou, he's an a-hole. When your daughter outlines every corner of your living room with a purple crayon, she's an a-hole. When your rug rats purposely decorate the kitchen ceiling with their smoothies, they're a-holes. So it's only natural to... Continue Reading →
"So sometimes it's the sand in the oyster that creates the pearl. You need some irritation. You need some repression or some conflict. And my life would have been much less satisfying if I didn't know that." Hugh Hefner From his mouth to God's ears Neil Strauss has been eighteen-years-old for more than two decades... Continue Reading →
"Regrettably, the immune system protecting this global nervous system is weak and under persistent attack. The consequences of its failure cannot be overstated. As a result, it is time to start designing, engineering and building much more robust systems of self-protection - safeguards that can grow and adapt as rapidly as new technological threats are... Continue Reading →
"What does love feel like? Floating and burning: just like when he holds her with that polite formality yet his forehead presses a little too heavily against her temple as they move. Just like when the hazy coppery light is splintered by intense, triumphant bursts of gold and crimson. Like when she can feel his... Continue Reading →
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