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Read this shit, it's funny as fuck.

Little appetizer:

Another former teacher provided hundreds of pages of work sheets from the past five years that showed that 12-year-olds — in their last year of English instruction — could not spell words like “cold” and “America.” One boy, in response to a prompt about what he liked, wrote: “To cee wen somone pente.”

Read this shit, it's funny as fuck. Little appetizer: >Another former teacher provided hundreds of pages of work sheets from the past five years that showed that 12-year-olds — in their last year of English instruction — could not spell words like “cold” and “America.” One boy, in response to a prompt about what he liked, wrote: “To cee wen somone pente.”

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Fuck it, you turned out right.

[–] 4 pts

Not really. Between the private boarding school and my dysfunctional family my only escape was books, work and hobbies. Not knowing what normal relations should look like or how to respond to family abuse left me very frustrated.

Mentally I know the world is fucked up with very fucked up people. Occasionally I do meet some really decent people. I just wish there were more.

Around 9-11 I at first believed the government narrative until a pastor asked me a question. I hadn't a good answer in spite of my years as a structural welder.

I started researching online. Looked at old screenshots of the building process, metal alloys used, listened to demolition experts, etc.

At the same time I was also researching into the SDA church as I had issues with church dogma. Becoming emotionally divorced from the family religion was a bit like a marital divorce. Painful at first and then a gradual relief and sense of freedom.

Realizing you grew up in a web of deceit, secrecy, emotional abuse, rigid self serving dogma with all the hallmarks of mind control and gaslighting that goes along with it is painful to wake up to.

Nothing is what it seems to be .