How We Became Rapists: A Mystery
I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy…
I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy…
It is difficult to love freedom in today’s America but rebellion against soullessness is necessary if we are to live.
Each child grows up to discover that he doesn’t need to be real, he just needs to be “adequate.”
As a newcomer to this land, I know that stereotyping is an American sport. It is very much in your face if you grew up elsewhere. Being stereotyped by those who don’t understand your culture and never visited your home, is annoying as hell. But I think that when it comes to stereotyping American indigenous people in their own land, and using their spiritually significant symbols for costumes, it’s a whole different level of obnoxiousness.
Venting about politics on Facebook is like writing letters to Stalin.
I am okay with existence of psychopaths. They play a role, like any predator in nature.
I am mad as hell at those who buy into the divide and conquer narrative.
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