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furiousgoldfish · 1 year ago

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Ways abusive parents try to separate you from your human rights:

They threaten to call the police on you if you don't obey them

They threaten you with jail-time and insist that the police will take you away for disobedience

They actually call the police, or emergency services, to create consequences for disobedience

They threaten to 'give you away' to groups of people they deem 'worse' than themselves

They threaten that you'll be kidnapped and sold if you don't obey them

They threaten for you to be put in a home

They threaten you with inhumane living conditions in a home (you won't have you room, you won't have anything, they'll beat you up ever day, etc)

They threaten to institutionalize you if you don't do as they say

They threaten to put you in a mental hospital/psych ward/asylum

They threaten you with court, institutions and government

They convince you that every institution, social service, law enforcement, or any other organized group of people is on their side, and against you, and would fight on their side and enforce their rule over you

They act as if disobeying them is against the law/religion

They insist that nobody will ever want to hire you or pay you a salary

They imply or outright say that it's a waste of space if you were renting out a place or had a place of your own, you do not have the right to occupy your own space in their eyes

They take away your necessities if you disobey them (food, ability to use the bathroom, clothing)

They destroy your property as a form of revenge, and insist it never belonged to you and that they had every right to destroy it

They make sure you're not exposed to educational materials that would inform you that you have a right to safety, food, shelter, and protection from violence and threats

They fight very hard to convince you that what they're doing to you is NOT abuse (saying things like 'you don't even KNOW what abuse is, or 'I'll show you abuse'), and they make sure you're not exposed to any resources or education that would help you recognize abuse

Punishments for standing up for yourself or any attempts to reach justice or point out how unfair, inescapable, hypocritical and painful your situation is

Not allowing you to speak, punishing you for talking back, convincing you that you have no voice and you have no right to defend yourself in any measure

Exposing you to media or real-life situations where children are abused just as badly, or worse than you are, this is a part of grooming they do to convince you that child abuse is normal, acceptable behaviour and not abuse at all

Suggesting that they could do all this to you, and even outright threatening it, implying strongly they know they can get away with it, since others can

Convince you that everyone else has it worse, and repeat how lucky you actually are to have them

They list all of the things that would be happening to you if they weren't so kind to you (you'd be starving on the street, be kidnapped/sold/tortured, die from lack of resources, be abandoned, not survive in any possible way)

Convince you that you're not, in fact, a human being and thus have no business expecting human rights (brainwashing, calling you animal names, calling you demon/satan/monster)

Accuse you repeatedly of being a financial burden, shame you for costing money, demand credit/favours/services/labour/obedience in return for giving you survival resources like food and clothing and school supplies

Neglect to inform you that government is giving them a tax-break for every kid they're supporting and that the society is built so that children would be financially taken care of and do not need to earn their food, shelter or basic necessities

Scare you into believing that every other authority figure (teachers, boss, police, judge, authorities) would treat you even worse and would demand even a higher degree of obedience and submission from you, threaten you with how badly the interaction would go for you if you were to stand up to any other authority figure

Insist that if you were to act with this level of spite, refusal, rejection or disrespect to any other person, they would simply snap and kill you (implied death threat – you're lucky that I'm not ending your life right now)

Act like they own you, to the degree that they feel they have every right to end your life and would not be arrested or blamed if they were to kill you, since you're just their property

Add more if you have lived through other experiences that left you feeling like you had no protection, no rights in the eyes of the law, and no way to recognize your humans rights are being violated. Even one single item on this list means your human rights were kept from you.

#abusive parents #toxic parents #child abuse #human rights violations #traumatic childhood #death threats #threatening behaviour #psychological abuse #it's not enough that the child is tiny and physically helpless #the child also needs to feel like the entire world is set against them #and that they have no rights to safey or happiness #fucking disgusting gross behaviour #their power trips are repulsive and disgusting and they should be shamed for it forever #convincing small children they're a burden on society and have no rights to live or be safe #horrendous awful depraved monstrous sadistic abominable demonic repulsive criminal behaviour #prison for eternity

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thegreenfairy13 · 5 years ago

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A Gotham Ghost Story - Part 2

A Gobblepot fanfic. Oswald Cobblepot shoots Jim Gordon on the pier. Unable to move on to the afterlife, Jim is doomed to haunt the infamous mobster. Tied to Earth but unable to live, Jim only wants to find peace in death. His path there might be bumpy. Read it on Ao3 here.

Thank you @mexican-texican for the beta <3!

In the year 1901, the physician Duncan McDougall tried to prove that human beings have a soul by weighing them in the exact moment of their death. The result of his experiment was that the human soul, and therefore a ghost, weighs approximately 21 grams.

The experiment had been highly unscientific and if Jim would have read about it while still being alive, he would probably have laughed it off. Given his numerous encounters with people like Dr. Strange, Jim should have been more serious about this particular piece of information but that’s just not the man he is. Which is odd, considering how many times Jim came close to death in his short life. He used to flirt with the idea of suicide, he threw himself into danger’s arms over and over again, he never valued himself all that much, especially in comparison to other people, and yet - he never gave death much thought.

Therefore, Jim doesn’t know he still consists of matter. He’s pure emotion morphed into the reflection of his mind and memories, an earthbound piece of recollections of moments gone. Somebody should have told him while he was still alive that ghosts get stuck on earth when they have unfinished business left, when there’s something keeping them from moving on, from dissolving and becoming one with the cosmos.

But then, if he would have known, what would that knowledge have changed? Jim would still have a debt to pay before becoming stardust. At least, he would have a vague idea of why he is still stuck. And armed with the knowledge that he consists of matter, he would probably soon figure out how to interact with his environment.

However, Jim knows nothing about being a ghost. He only knows he is confused and scared while observing Oswald in his living room. He wants to go home and read his daughter a bedtime story, he wants to fix her hair and prepare a sandwich for her like he does on their mornings together before dropping a kiss on Lee’s forehead and going to work. He wants to walk into the precinct and prepare his and Harvey’s coffee. He would watch Harvey looking around carefully before opening his flask and adding a good shot of Jack to his brew, still thinking no one knows.

It doesn’t matter how desperately Jim wants to do those things, he’s stuck in this house. He can think about his little girl all he wants, his mind isn’t moving through space like when he thought ‘Oswald’ back on the pier.

No, he has to stay and watch. Little tears are dripping soundlessly from Oswald’s long lashes. The gangster is trembling beneath his blankets, searching the warmth of the fire while doing so. He’s biting his nails, chewing them until he draws blood and yelps in his self-induced pain.

Jim almost feels sorry.

Jim almost always felt sorry. Back when they first met, behind Fish Mooney’s club, he felt sorry, too. Oswald was nothing but an exchangeable, meaningless snitch back then. A young, ambitious little wannabe-criminal with just the right amount of luck and intelligence to stay alive.

The moment Jim had seen him he knew exactly what he was dealing with: a frail kid looking for attention and power complete with a massive inferiority complex, someone who had been rejected so often he would literally do anything to belong; and where he wanted to belong, was the mob. They would provide him with power, they would enable him to strike fear into the hearts of his opponents. Jim saw it all, saw the hurt, scared child.

He saw something entirely else, too: a little manic gleam dancing merrily deep down in this child’s eyes gave the other part of his soul away. When Oswald’s club descended on the man lying before him in the gutter, he saw profound satisfaction. Every hit on the man’s body filled Oswald with greater joy, every drop of blood lifted his spirits higher. He reveled in the fact that he was inflicting pain, loved every second of it. The scream’s made him beat harder, his mouth curled into an impish smile, as he enjoyed his power over life and death.

To this day, Jim can still hear the sickening sound of bones cracking beneath a club, the helpless whimpers of the man. Oswald’s pace never faltered, he never felt an ounce of compassion. This had been a test for him to pass and he wasn’t intent on failing.

Therefore, the very first moment Jim met Oswald, he was instantly repulsed by and disgusted with him. No matter how many times they would get closer in the future, this very first moment would still hold Jim back and fill him with revulsion.

Even when the city would be in shambles one day, only held together by the Penguin’s iron grip, it would be their first encounter that would keep the cop from tripping and falling into the man’s waiting arms.

No matter how much good Oswald would do, he would always do it for selfish reasons, would only grant people safety and accommodation in exchange for power. Given, at one point, Jim had almost forgotten that. One night, Jim would see Oswald solely as a lonely man, struggling with the great responsibility bestowed on his shoulders. That night, Jim would forget what Oswald had done in the past and would continue to do in the future and just reach out for what little human emotion the villain had to offer, for that love that had always been reserved for him, and take it. This night feels like centuries ago, now.

The Penguin loves to inflict pain and Jim knew he would one day inflict this pain on him. Oswald would have never guessed how well he would accomplish this particular task, though.

And yet, Jim would have died for Oswald. In a sense, he did. Jim knew from the moment he put him behind bars, that the Penguin would seek revenge and would only find peace when killing him. That is just how Oswald works.

Oswald has finally fallen asleep. He looks peaceful like this, curled up in front of his fireplace, mouth hanging agape, drooling onto his shirt. Jim snorts when the gangster starts snoring softly. He may enjoy a night at his own home, but he'll be back in prison soon enough, Jim thinks. It’s just a matter of time before cops will come flooding through the doors, demolishing the antiques he’s so fond of in the process, and dragging him back into a dark hole for the murder of the Commissioner of Gotham.

Knowing Oswald will be back in Blackgate doesn’t fill Jim with satisfaction though, but with relief. He doesn’t want him to be locked up, doesn’t want him to be separated from the city they both love with all their heart, but needs must. This city needs protection, and Oswald, though he loathes to admit it, does too. He’d be safe in prison. And if Jim can’t protect him, Blackgate will.

Jim never wanted Oswald to be anything other than a law-abiding citizen. He avoided arresting him in the past deliberately until he had been given no other choice. Back when he brought Sofia to Gotham, he could just have taken him to Blackgate, too. With Harvey testifying to taking bribes from the Penguin, he would have had anything to get a warrant. That had never been Jim’s intention, though. He wanted him stripped of his powers, to be a normal human again. With his empire gone, he would have been just that: normal.

Jim doesn’t doubt that now that he’s out of prison again, nothing will stop him from becoming a master of life and death once more. Especially with Nygma back at his side, freshly released from Arkham and more insane than ever, nothing would be able to stop them. Not unless they both get killed - and that’s the last thing Jim wants.

Oswald mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep and Jim puts a consoling hand on his arm. There’s nobody here to witness him anyway, considering he’s invisible. The cop sighs when the criminal shivers. Pulling up his blanket, he turns over and Jim shakes his head.

His feelings towards Oswald have always been conflicted and now that he’s dead, he should probably be pretty enraged Penguin finally pulled the trigger. The truth is, he mostly feels sad. He will not be there to watch his daughter grow up, to guide her and be a parent. He knows what lies before her, has lost his own father at a very young age, too.

And Oswald will have nobody to protect him. Sitting down, Jim tries closing his eyes, but to no avail. He’s still perceiving his surroundings, still watching the fire and the mobster from the corner of his eye. As he’s dead already, there’s no way for his mind to shut down, to get any kind of rest. Jim wonders if that will continue for all of eternity. Penguin would probably be thrilled if he knew about this kind of torment. Or he’d say it serves him right - for Arkham.

Heaving a sigh, Jim tries focusing on the fire instead. Arkham is definitely something he doesn’t want to think about right now. Or not ever. The moment he not only deserted Oswald but left him to being tortured still fills him with shame. It shouldn’t be an excuse, but when Jim went as far as killing a man for the gangster, he needed him out of his life, whatever the price.

The grandfather clock in the corner ticks terribly loud, giving Jim something else to focus on than his past. He wills himself to count the seconds, listens to every creak of the old house and prays to forget. Should he forever be trapped in this state of consciously being able to observe but not to react? Is that his punishment for all the wrongs he did?

Getting up impatiently, he finally decides to leave the room. He might be dead, he might be a ghost, but he can still think and move. Heck, he’s in Gotham! There must be a way for him to make himself noticed and then he’ll just have to find someone like Strange or Freeze and he’ll come back to life like Jerome or Galavan. It’s no big deal, he tries telling himself. In a city like this, death is nothing but a passing inconvenience, right?

Turning on his heel, he starts walking toward the door with newfound determination. He’s a ghost, so solid surfaces shouldn’t be a problem, right? He might not be able to move his mind through space at a whim but he can take the traditional way and walk out, right?

The answer is, no. No, Jim can’t leave. He doesn’t know that yet, though. He’s unable to leave any room Oswald isn’t currently occupying. The only thing he can do, though, is get back underwater and watch his corpse slowly decay, but that thought doesn’t occur to him.

Jim walks into the solid surface and just like a regular person, he’s incapable of walking on through. He tries touching the doorknob, tries grasping it, but his hand moves right through the metal. Not one to give up quickly, he keeps trying, focuses, tries concentrating on the surface in hopes the power of his mind would move anything . Maybe it would have worked if Jim had been a telepath during his lifetime, but he wasn’t and the matter isn’t willing to bend to his will.

At least not until someone finally opens the door for him. His excitement doesn’t last though, even with the door fully open, he’s unable to step outside, to walk away and seek freedom. Thin air is a solid wall for Jim and his panic flares again. He’s so overwhelmed by dread he doesn’t even notice it’s Edward Nygma who opened the door, currently strolling into the room, a huge grin plastered all over his face.

Jim just wants to get out, reaches out, moves, but doesn’t accomplish anything. When he turns around, he can walk around, sit down, get his limbs to cooperate, but not when trying to escape. He literally howls in his agony, pushes against the invisible boundaries that hold him back, even scratches the air in his sorrow, but it’s no use.

“Jim Gordon,” Edward says, catching the Commissioner’s attention effectively. Jim stops his useless, frantic movements. He turns around in awe. Could it be possible? Can the Riddler see him?

“Jim Gordon is missing,” he announces gleefully, back turned toward Jim. Once the cop stops struggling, he’s being pulled back at Oswald’s side and Jim growls. He wants to go! But he has no choice but to observe the mobster slowly fighting his way back to consciousness.

“Hmm?” he mumbles not all too eloquently.

“I said Gordon’s missing,” Ed repeats, rolling his eyes affectionately at the other man. “Shift,” he orders then, making himself shamelessly comfortable beside him.

“And why would I care about that?” Oswald snaps back indignantly, once he’s composed enough to answer with anything else than monosyllables.

Ed stares at him incredulously for a moment before clicking his tongue and chuckling. “Maybe because he robbed us both of a decade of our lives while living his dream of white picket fences complete with a kid and a trophy type wife at his side?”

The Penguin narrows his eyes at the man in the green suit. “Still a tad bitter she rejected you?” he asks icily.

“No, I stabbed her,” he answers flatly. “We’re even,” he adds without any emotion.

Oswald studies him intently before nodding, seemingly satisfied.

“I thought the possibility of Gordon being in a dark cellar and maybe getting tortured would lift your spirits,” Ed remarks, scooting closer to his partner in crime.

“I’ve been sleeping,” he grouses in response.

Taken aback, the Riddler leans away. Looking the Penguin up and down, he tries making up his mind. Cocking his head, he clicks his tongue against his teeth. “I’m an ocean but I fit onto the tip of a finger. What am I?” he asks.

“Ed, I’m really not in the mood…”

“No,” he interjects. “You’ve been crying!” he accuses. “What do you know?” Ed presses.

“Nothing,” Oswald grumbles unconvincingly while pulling the blanket tightly around his shoulders. “It’s awfully cold in here,” he complains in an attempt to change the subject.

Narrowing his eyes at the gangster, Ed tries assessing the situation. “If they soon find a body it better not be associated with us,” he admonishes with a stern glare.

Huffing, Oswald curls up on the sofa again. “Since when are you afraid of your moronic former colleagues?” he demands to know.

“Since they threw me into the looney bin for ten years!” Ed snaps, jumping from the couch. “Besides, it won’t only be the GCPD but Lee and Barbara too who’ll be coming after us.”

“So what?” the Penguin grouses, peering up at the Riddler.

Gasping, Ed takes a step back. “You did kill him?” he asks, horrified.

Oswald doesn’t answer, just keeps staring into the distance.

“I seriously thought it would make me feel better,” he admits at last.

“You ineffable idiot!” Ed screeches. “Only mere seconds after your release! Barbara will skin us both and bury our remains in Arkham. How could you not have waited for a more suitable moment?”

Slowly turning around, Oswald rises unsteadily to his feet. “I waited ten years,” he hisses. “I suppose I waited long enough. And now get out!”

“But…”

“I said OUT!” the smaller man screams. Hands balled into fists, Oswald looks ready to rip his associate apart.

Ed stays calm, though. “It’s really not the time for one of your emotional outbursts. Tell me where the corpse is and I’ll take care of it,” he reasons.

The Penguin stiffens. Limping to the fireplace, he leans his forehead against the tile above the searing flames. “Where his body is?” he repeats, an eerie smile distorting his features. “Do you really have to ask? It’s where you dumped mine, deep down by the fishes, on its way to the ocean.”

Worrying his lower lip, Ed considers this information. A flash of hurt crosses his face before it turns into a stony mask. “Don’t make dumping your lovers into the river a habit. It has your signature written all over it,” he teases briskly.

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffs.

“And?” Edward inquires, ignoring that last statement. “How did it feel?” he asks with true curiosity.

“I don’t know, Ed,” Oswald replies, smirking. “You tell me. How did it feel dumping your one true love into the river?”

Mouth pressed into a hard line, the Riddler glances towards the smaller man with obvious displeasure. He raises his hand, unsure how to respond and finally settles onto the truth. “Like being skinned alive while burning my mind to ashes.”

Oswald nods. “That sounds about right,” he acknowledges. “And doesn’t even cover half of it.”He pauses. Staring gloomily into the flames he mumbles, “I’m freezing, Ed.” Suddenly, his eyes light up and he turns toward Ed, an awe-stricken expression brightening his face, “It’s the first time you admit that you love me.”

The Riddler snorts. “You can run but never escape me. You can’t touch me but I’m holding you in a firm grip. What am I?”

“The past,” Oswald answers, rolling his eyes.

“Exactly,” he praises. “I’m not going to live in the past because of you,” he adds, a threatening tone to his words.

“Thank you, Ed,” Oswald snaps back, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. “You already made that perfectly clear in the past . And now a bit of privacy, please?” Making a dismissive gesture, he ushers the Riddler out of the room.

Sighing, he collapses back on his sofa. No matter how high those flames are, he can’t stop shivering. Jim is still at his side, unable to move anywhere Oswald isn’t going. He feels slightly guilty for listening to a conversation he was never supposed to hear, touched, too. There’s also this little pang of jealousy Jim tries stomping down. He has no right, no claims on Oswald, never had. It had been him who rejected the smaller man, always would. Maybe it’s just his hurt ego.

“I really only wanted to keep you safe,” Jim says into the stillness of the room. “I’m oddly glad Ed is looking out for you,” he adds. “But I don’t trust him,” he mumbles. “Not after what he did to Kristen and Lee. You’ll wind up dead, too,” he grumbles to Oswald’s almost again sleeping form.

“I don’t trust him either,” he replies. “But he’s all I have,” he continues with a murmur before drifting back to sleep.

Jim freezes.

#gobblepot #Nygmobblepot #but just a bit nygmob #fanfiction

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ramsybaby · 5 years ago

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Truth be told, the existence and frequency of crimes being committed aren’t as mind boggling as I tend to express. The true riddle lies in what type of reward executors of the worst infractions could possibly be dedicating their lives, our lives, towards getting. With obvious and typical financial benefits aside (and threats of murder for noncompliance) there isn’t much room left to imagine other motivations.

What surprises me, I suppose, is that hundreds in power appear to not care what consequences will befall their own families, as a result of being connected to those who participated directly in the destruction and deceptions.

Especially when the hooves of their high and mighty stallions of “justice” are heard thundering across the broad quilt of our faces, each and every day.

In a world chock full of indignant “do-gooders” and exploited child spokespeople who are trained and rewarded to parrot those who hate us with every fiber of their being.

In the future (if there’s one left to be reached) the progeny of today’s criminals will more than likely suffer much of the same humiliations that current descendants of infamous figures have to endure.

I don’t see this habit changing much in the next few generations. As a matter of fact, with average IQs dropping as they are, we’re on a return trip towards average mindsets ruled by dark aged suspicions and fears; still throwing salt over our shoulders and ogling others for traces of “bad joo joo” from the carriers of such deep-rooted corruption. What an unfair and heavy burden for any human being to carry. When they’ve struggled to build reputations amongst their clans and colleagues..only to be dashed on the grounds of historical evidence and assumptions of genetic tyrannical “cooties”.

Revenge. Disgust. Repulsion. Avoidance. These are the “gifts” those who knowingly destroy vital evidences leave their children. Lifetimes of opportunities dashed for the sake of single lifetime of kicks and privilege great grandpas Bush or Obama couldn’t shake and jollies which great-grand hyenas Clinton and Pelosi refused to drop from their sharp and dentured jaws.

From mortified sons and daughters, related to formerly esteemed editors of magazine dynasties to the innocent grandchild of a doctor forced to answer for tens of thousands of mothers bullied into the forced sterility and insanity. Be it by trial or the final and depressed contemplation of suicide. They will all suffer from this lack of foresight that all, who could have helped us, seem to be struck with.

The following is what I have determined are truths which will eventually drop into the light-with the aid of collectively restored mental functioning. I mention restoration because the ability to “think right” must be restored; or else we’ll never understand nor see the obvious things which we sadly struggle to see now. The things which are killing and sickening us.

And will continue to kill and sicken us.

The following is a sampling of damages and the “odd and unexplained events” sure to be studied -along with other ongoing “trivial “ and serious offenses that I neither have the time nor the heart to address.

Lack of assistance re critical news for deaf citizens https://www.wcpo.com/news/national/fake-sign-language-interpreter-behavior

http://limpingchicken.com/2017/09/11/deaf-news-new-fake-interpreter-storm-over-hurricane-irma-emergency-newsflash/

An international corporation being forced to offer decent and necessary assisted services for the deaf. Although it’s an older article, there are still ongoing issues. https://www.cnet.com/news/netflix-sued-by-deaf-group-over-lack-of-subtitles/

Mercury, admitted by even the World Heath Organization https://www.who.int/ipcs/assessment/public_health/mercury/en/ as being extremely dangerous, being injected into millions of human beings and infants.

Their echoed assurance of Ethyl mercury being “quite different” from mercury; exposed as a lie thanks to scientific testimonials, including a 2017 report which specifically confirmed the two act in identical ways as far as damages are concerned, with differences being in the time of shelf life and residual tracing.

(Needless to say, this has been the worst and most publicized abuse)

The increased crippling and damage caused to newborn babies by induced labor https://www.michigancerebralpalsyattorneys.com/causes-and-risk-factors-of-cerebral-palsy/labor-and-delivery-problems/cerebral-palsy-pitocin-cytotec-labor-inducing-drugs/

under the World Health Organization internationally pushed policies https://apps.who.int/iris/bitstream/handle/10665/44531/9789241501156_eng.pdf;sequence=1

The refusal of assistance for the stopping of genital mutilation https://www.cbsnews.com/news/detroit-federal-judge-dismisses-charges-female-genital-mutilation-case/

although we are obligated to numerous “women’s rights” laws , with the United Nations making worn out decades of promises to end such violence…which even their own soldiers are immune from being prosecuted under.

https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/frontline/announcement/frontline-uncovers-new-cases-of-sex-abuse-by-united-nations-peacekeepers/

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(you will have to input the following article’s link-from top of the search bar area- manually)

The following are a few laws and instructions that can, at wretched least, be easily tied to the aforementioned insults and abuses. (Something that may have been worth investigating if we would have had enough human beings in positions of influence, strong enough and fearless enough to have put millions of children’s lives in front of their own narrow interests.)

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Which leads us to one parallel factor that is commonly shared by the majority of this worlds’ leaders. And which should evaporate any arguments which begin with idiotic “Bi-partisan” huffing and puffing. ..Ronald Reagan, as both governor and president, frequently referred to the tradition, whether as a moral principle or a reason for specific policies on issues such as abortion. John Kasich, then the governor of Ohio, wanted to set up a new agency to promote Judeo-Christian values. Mitt Romney saw it as “central to America’s rise in global leadership.” President Barack Obama invoked it to eulogize Shimon Peres. Then-candidate Donald Trump vowed he would be “stopping cold the attacks on Judeo-Christian values.” And Stephen K. Bannon repeatedly invokes it in his plans to promote European and American nationalism….

(taken from complete Washington Post article which can be read here https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2019/04/17/once-judeo-christian-tradition-united-americans-now-it-divides-them/) One can plainly see the spirit of agreement and cooperation includes all parties and differing POVs.

Agreements which include actual legislation that our politicians have been free to make decisions upon , in blatant and unchecked monarchial fashion, for many years. The most shameless molestation of our Constitution-marrying religious matters into the very heart of state affairs.

https://www.congress.gov/bill/102nd-congress/house-joint-resolution/104/text

Finally, we have a last, but not least , “hint” of things not being as we’ve been forced to believe. A “clue” as to things not being as we depended on them being in order to operate within this “loving and respecting one another” snow globe. Choosing to look on the brighter side of matters, it’s a “hint” which can help us better maneuver what precious little is left of our lives, in order to avoid future and oncoming assaults. https://religiondispatches.org/holy-spit-why-do-ultra-orthodox-jews-spit-at-christians/

Never mind this bug eyed and open mouthed “spit” into our face, regarding the witholding of “assistance” from “unworthy” human beings.

When an entire fabricated piece of fiction of zombies in the land was vomited out from the guts of CDC instead of real and useful information (that used to be displayed so we could better save our lives) in the event of a true emergency.

https://www.cdc.gov/cpr/zombie/index.htm

It is these obvious damages and evils resulting from these types of connections which will plague the reputations and pain the consciences of the descendants- of the hundreds of leaders, academics, media monopolists, celebrities, clergy and all others…who have decided “to hell” with even the very children they promised to “love and provide” for.

Never mind us -the “dirty and revolting human beings that infect the earth” they rule over and claim embarrassing “superiority” over.

It’s simply a shame to see how many human beings, of supposed impeccable status and reputations, have ended up safeguarding the condition of their legacy with no better regard than pet waste scraped from the bottom of their well-heeled and “Louboutin”ed feet.

The “celebrated” multitude who bare their ugly teeth and have the naked nerve to dare accuse scores of us of “anti-Semitism” ; when in our own families we carry the DNA of mothers who had to watch their babies skulls get crushed in land stealing massacres, fathers who had limbs chopped off in attempts for freedom and those millions of families who carry the wounds of countless extermination programs…where their “betters” used them like any coward who has the audacity to use human shields.

If we were to be a bit more honest and a LOT less vain, we would see that the spiritual obligation to deceive us means we’ve NEVER been protected nor “loved” in the first place..by these all too mortal “men”.

Note;(As he predicted and as tyrants insist we remain terrorized by, as if we’re forever doomed to stay in the 200 B.C.s instead of 2020 A.D., he was murdered in the period before the Bolshevik uprising) The author is slandered (in a Wikipedia article) as being so ignorant as to have compiled a controversial translation of the Judaic documents, risking his very life, with the poorest understanding of the ancient language. As one can see, on occasion, he did include original text-meaning the door is closed on any such careless “fact” It is important work which resulted in one of the bravest moves a human citizen could have even imagined risking in the 15th century..especially while working under the severe eyes of the most dangerous merger of institutions that this world has ever been forced to suffer and exist under.)

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An Extreme and Wicked Lack of Concern Truth be told, the existence and frequency of crimes being committed aren't as mind boggling as I tend to express.

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nothing0fnothing · 1 year ago

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I will never forget the day the neighbours called 999, worried because they'd heard the sound of me, 17, getting my absolute shit kicked in.

When the police arrived my mom switched in a blink of an eye from violently beating me, mocking my cries and bragging she'd do it again while I cowered to sobbing, whining and begging they save her from me.

I was alone when they got to me and I couldn't see because I'd been hit so hard up the head and I'd lost my glasses in the beating. My face was bruised and bleeding and I was obviously the victim party.

She still stood in the doorway, whinging that they were in her house and so had to comply to her rules.

She stood there, knowing there was an absolutely battered minor upstairs in her house and fully expected the police called there to protect me to be on her side.

Narcissism is nothing if not pure delusion.