How did you 'wake up'?

HOW DID I WAKE UP?
well I will tell ya,.
last night was a rough one,..
Wing night at the local bar, I ate so much chicken I have a craving for bugs now.
happy hour carried into drunky hour,.. wife had to drive us home,. the rest was a blurr..
Well I was still wearing last nights clothes this morning and I was on the floor.,. hmm
anyway lots of drool on the hardwood floor and I was missing one sock..
Yep ,... thats how I woke up.


Oh you mean life?
still waiting..

reply to post by Lil Drummerboy


Lol, i guess it's open to any interpretation you want....

When you really wake up, you'll see the truth: The chicken wings were actually Puerto Rican babies and your wife is a cyborg.. Good luck

reply to post by squirelnutz
OMG,.......
how do you know MY WIFE..
we need to talk

reply to post by Lil Drummerboy


I am the programmer......

i know, small world.....






The off button is hidden behind her left knee

Originally posted by squirelnutz
reply to post by Lil Drummerboy

 

I am the programmer......

i know, small world.....






The off button is hidden behind her left knee

Finnaly ,.
I have a hero..
I can tell her I have found the button, she will be so happy,.
then click,. peace and quiet,.. when I need it,.
You Are Awesome..

I was awakened in 1989 when my 8 year old son was molested. Needless to say, I was very very pissed and hurt, still am. But, still being asleep, I thought, "I'll let the law handle it."

I went to the police and the State Police investigated, talked to my son, then came and talked to me. The Detective told me that he has interviewed hundreds of kids over the length of his career and can tell when a kid is making up a story and when they are telling the truth. He told me that my son was being completely truthful in his opinion, (which I already knew my son was telling the truth since we cried in each others arms for two hours when he told me what had happened to him), and then the detective said he was going to the prosecutor.

A week went by and the detective called me and told me to meet him at the courthouse for the prosecutors decision. When I arrived at the courthouse, the detective met me outside at the door.

He told me that the prosecutor wouldn't prosecute the case because it was my sons word against the molesters word. He told me how sorry he was and that he wouldnt blame me for anything that I might do to the molester, and walked away. That day I realized that it who you know and who you blow in this world, no matter what the crime.

I wrote a song about it back then just to help me deal with the emotions and the pain. Three days ago, I played the song again for the first time in years and posted it on YouTube. Well, my son who is 29 now, was on my laptop and ran across that song. He started crying and ran outside. He hadn't heard that song in 20 years. I ran outside and hugged him, held him like I did 21 years earlier, and cried again. Only this time I promised him that I would take care of it, someway, somehow.

That was the day I woke up and learned that you can't trust or believe anyone in any kind of authority. The Justice system and TPTB , IMO, don't deserve me to piss on their ass if their guts were on fire! The molester has walked free for 21 years now.

I thought my son had forgotten about it, I don't know, I thought maybe he had outgrown the memory or something. I know that was stupid thinking on my part as I found out the other night..

I'm sorry for rambling, I just had to get it off my chest. If you want to hear the song, here is the link.

www.youtube.com...

reply to post by squirelnutz

I hate when people wear SoaD or Rage shirts though and are completely ignorant.. Or those #in' Che shirts.. excuse the language

don't know the 'SoaD'?
i've never agreed with anyone's stance 100%. rage is far to far to the left for my taste.
i don't even mind the che shirts.
anti-establishment is fine in my book.
i keep my politics out of protest, glad to see anyone stand up.

many are political, here's one of my favs.
everlast
i'm pro-choice myself.

reply to post by squirelnutz


^%$# you! I won't do watcha tell me!

reply to post by human32826


I saw them live so I couldn't help it!

Originally posted by human32826
reply to post by squirelnutz

 

^%$# you! I won't do watcha tell me!

One of my favorite bands,.

reply to post by kennylee


please don't think i'm trying to compare the two.
yet, in ways i know the hurt you express.
when i was younger my girlfriend was gang raped.
i wanted all of them dead.
knew two that were near in the neighborhood.
i did go after one and did a bit of juvenile prison.
none were ever prosecuted.
i'm sorry to hear of your pain.

reply to post by Lil Drummerboy


That rocks!

reply to post by rubbertramp


I'm sorry to hear about both of your guys' accounts, it's horrible... The judicial system is sickening


SoaD is System of a Down, another great 'political' heavy metal band...

And Che wasn't anti-establishment.. He murdered innocent people cuz he was told to... All the other bs was added on to romanticize him...

The war in Viet Nam is what woke me up. I learned that the fighting was about oil in the Gulf of Tonkin. I was 17 years old, out knocking on doors for George McGovern. I used to read a magazine called "RAMPARTS". JKF and Marilyn Monroe, I thought there was a link between their deaths. An acid trip in the Heber valley in Utah, I was outside at night and pondering the enormity of it all. Then back into the house to listen to the shortwave, for even a tiny little bit of alternative news from Europe. With the internet, we live in a wonderful age.

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I love how mind altering drug use seems to be a common eye opener

I've heard of many people expanding their minds with acid and mushrooms but never with crack...


Hmmmmm wonder why??

I woke up the same way many people wake up from a nightmare - there's only so much sh*t you can take then suddenly, you wake up.

If you need someone to tell you you're in a nightmare, then you must be dreaming - in which case - you got a lucky deal.

I watched lose change once it came out. I thought it was somewhat interesting, but talking to my friends changed my mind. They ridiculed it, and pointed out the mistakes nevertheless convinced me that 'the government never would do something like that, and for what reason?'. Young as I was, I went along with this, forgetting about the whole thing. I think it was about the time lose change: final version came out I saw that to, I'm not sure for what exact reason. This time I had a lot more questions unanswered, and I just wouldn't let it go. After doing some research and confirming some of the points like NORADs "response", flight 93s "crash" scene, and the questionable behavior of the US government, I finally concluded that it WAS a false flag attack. Now I couldn't stop thinking about WHO had done this, and WHY. I had always knew there was some kind of shadow government (thank you Bush Jr for really making people realise this), and it was about time to find out who those people was. From then on it has been a one way road down the 'red pill ally', and I feel quite awake and enlightened. Now it's time to remove our parasitic, banksters SCUMS that has robbed us for everything our life COULD be, and the only way is to inform the public, and don't trust NO ONE. Not Ron Paul, not Jesse Ventura, NO ONE besides our self. It's time to stop being led by others.

reply to post by squirelnutz


Great topic, stars and flagged as soon as I finish this post.

I lurked on here a long time before I actually joined - I think a lot of people are like that.

If I was to pick any one event, it'd have to be when I was a kid, age 7. My dad died in August, 1969 and we lived in Salisbury, MD. My dad had moved us up there from Virginia while working on the Salisbury by-pass on route 13 then later he was a US Mail truck driver.

Anyway he died while working on the TV (black and white) so I could see the 11 moon landing.

Once school started up in September, I kept seeing my dad on the street as I road the bus home. Not once or twice but like a dozen times. My mom took me to shrink or maybe a grief counselor - whatever they called them back then. Then mom moved us back down to Virginia, thinking I'd stop "seeing things", which I did.

Anyway, many years later when I was 32 I tried to get my dad's Navy records (he was in WW2, and that's why I joined the Navy; following in the footsteps so to speak) I never got anything. It took two FOIAs and my congressional rep to get his service record, but I got it.

I found out something my mom didn't know, several things. He'd been married twice before her, and I had two half-siblings from his marriage in 1944.

It turned out that his first son born in 1945 lived in Salisbury, and was the exact image of my dad, and that was who as a 7 year old I had been seeing. He had a job at a gas company just a few blocks away from our house and his apartment.

Not much of a conspiracy, but it shaped my skeptical nature when viewing the world around me.

The reason for the need for FOIA requests also interested me. Turns out dad was stationed at Philadelphia Naval Shipyard, in 1943, but that's the only thing that rings a bell.

In all honesty I didn't wake up.

I have always been this way.

I only got into this world after talking to a work friend one night on a break. He didn't believe me when I told him that I wasn't quoting other people or sources, that I had realized these things all by myself just by reading (ALOT) and thinking critically about what the news was trying to report to me. He gave me a list of movies and sites to look into and now here I am.

The earliest that I can remember is from being a child (single digit age) and asking why, if GOD is our friend, are we afraid of HIM.

It's a shame that people grow up and stop asking that most basic of question.

WHY?