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ah, those rascally dems are at it again they aren't in the majority; they don't have the power to get their way, so they just don't want to play.

http://www.aolnews.com/2011/02/19/battle-over-anti-union-bill-draws-protesters-from-both-sides-to/

i was going to pulse this but even though it's just a short blurp i needed more than the 150 characters to say what i wanted to say.

teachers should not be allowed to unionize. should teachers be treated fairly and given a good wage? maybe. "maybe?"  yes; maybe, depending on their performance. the lazy shiftless asswipes that are sarcastic to their students and do more to inhibit their thirst for knowledge than to teach them should not be allowed to ride on the coat tails of those who inspire thought and excellence in the student body. having dealt with both(as i'm sure we all have), i can safely say that the former need to be cut out and tossed away into the fry-vats and utility closets where they should be working. they shouldn't be shaping the minds of our children into the same twisted messes that theirs are, they should be asking them if they want fries with that.

as for the latter, they should be able to be rewarded for their own personal merits and not held back by the less inclined. perhaps if we rid ourselves of the "collective" mentality we could get individuals in place who will inspire greatness in the future generation and those individual students will grow and act in such a way that each individual will contribute to a greater whole instead of merely trying to feed off of it.

They aren’t always negative and they can either build someone up to be strong and confident or they can cripple them. They can also be surprisingly devastating. For a woman who is always told she is beautiful (physically) but never affirmed in any other way, what would normally be positive and complimentary can become something that drags her down.  It can take years to record over them and frankly, it is often impossible merely due to the fact that one must first recognize what they are and then be willing to allow them to change; to let go of them.

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 When I finally started to regain my senses I was covered with sweat. I wasn’t a cop and that filthy pig I’d spoken to on the street was a dirty animal on the take, he worked for my boss. I would have said he was worse than me if that was even possible. Something stirred in the background; more memories coming out of the shadows to haunt me? Now I remembered everything from my upbringing to my current downfall. God; how could I have done such things?

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“This is a God fearing house and you will not associate with the likes of them.”  She turned around and gave me a smack that made me think I must have fallen out of a second story window head first and hallucinated all this on the way down.  From there everything became a blur, the same voice the same face, sometimes comforting, usually pretty angry; “do not steal”, “do not kill”, “God have mercy on my grandson”

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The morning was spent driving around town aimlessly. I was looking for something but I didn’t know exactly what. Every street, every corner drugstore had just enough of a ring of familiarity to set my mind on fire, pounding against a concrete wall that never quite gave. Around noon I decided to get something to eat and pulled in to a greasy spoon diner that looked like it the food may have been as much of a crime as whatever it was I had done.

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