Why is the discussion of immigration policy and ethnic tolerance spawning so much hate? For the sake of avoiding the use of unrelated taboos, which might spawn more unsesical disgust, some parts of the story im about to tell are altered. I had gone to the store after a consuming session of schoolwork and studying. I bought a bag of sweets to relief my nerves and to regain some motivations for the remaining endevours of the day. After opening the bag with care and anticipation for the innevitable relaxation and mental recovery the tasty treat, I encountered a man who was dark by complexion, missing some teeth and talking a slightly untutored finnish, but in a manner respectable for a foreigner. He came to me and asked ”Hey, I noticed you just opened a bag of sweets. What kind of sweets are those?”. Immediatly my mind was overflown with scenarios of self defence and fighting for whats mine, but i managed to state quite clearly ”The good ones.” The stranger took liking to this anwser and asked if he could possibly join me with my delicios candy and try some. After contemplating for a moment and readying myself for a conflict I commanded the man to only take one sweet and no more. The man seemed happy for the chance to enjoy some sweets just as I had when opening them. The man took one treat and ate it, but then followed a moment where I was readying my self and pumping my system full of adrenaline. If that man takes one more sweet I’ll be obligated to change this friendly encounter into a war of greed, I thought possibly not articulated literally in that fashion, but nevertheless a selfish and unnecessarily drastic train of thought. The man took a few more sweets and that completely triggered my self defence mode and I started defending my posessions by threatening the man.”If you take one more sweet i swear to god I’ll do something to you!” hate spreading in my veins directed not at the man who was standing before me, but at an evil man who was trying to take what was MINE. The man was shocked and disappointed in my response and probably depressed at my ape-like response to a friendly encounter asked if he was to just throw the bag of sweets away if it was causing this much pain. Of course I only interpeted this as a decleration of war and fought harder against this monster who didn’t care that I was the owner of the candy and he had no rights to it. We parted shortly after as a victorious warrior succesful at defending he’s property and as an archnemesis worthy of hatred of the most vicious kind. Doesn’t exacly sound reasonable or logical in any way, but such simple, affectable creatures are humans, that we distort reality when it doesn’t fit our head. After walking for a moment with good phase a frown and looud music in my head, I was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. The man had ran after a while of walking in the other direction most likely thinking what a douce he had just met, but something in him clicked and instead of just moving on and blinding himself of an opportunity he turned around and caught up with me. I took off my headphones and looked at him with a prejudiced look of annoyance. And then we started talking about what just happened, not as fictional nemeses, but at humans equal and willing to accept the fact that the other person might know something i don’t and willing to accept the fact that we make errors and are imperfect. After he had calmed me down and we had talked for a bit he started to incuire, where on earth did you find candy that tasted this good? He only tasted a few and he was exited at the opportunity, that i might be able to teach him how to get himself a bag of his own. I taught him the methods of accuiring the sweets. After talking with the man about sweets, obviously we were both candy enthusiasts, it came apparent to me how wrong my act was in his culture and actually the true culture of treats. The only true way to enjoy a bag of sweets with a friend is too pass the bag along for each person involved in the candy feasting and to let each person munch the candy for a little while and then pass it along. Never forget the We in sWEets. That was my mistake, but as soon as he mentioned it I luckily understood my error and we parted ways as friends. After the incident I started thinking about why I reacted in the way I did and what was I doing wrong. I now believe to know the anwser to that question, and it’s not suprising what might however be just that and quite controversial even, is the basis upon which I have come for the conclusion. The reason that i reacted in the way I did is because I am a racist. When I encounter a person, one of the first things i notice is the ethnicity of the person and from that I recieve a bunch of inaccurate and accurate descriptions of the person in question of which I believe all of until proven wrong by an indication that I am capable of percieving and understanding. But the process of shedding away the misconceptions for that individual takes some effort and concentration and the willingnes to be wrong. These conditions were not met on the previous encounter, at first. It doesn’t really matter that much where I got these misconceptions (contrary to the common belief at the moment), but im going to tell you why i was subjugated to these unuseful toxic responses. I let my unconcious mind teach itself something that was wrong. As a young unknowing innocent little 18-year old finnish man I have my opinions of what should be done to make things better around here. I happen to think it’s a bad idea to let so many people who claim to be in danger of losing their lifes and their families lives here. Why would someone think something so hateful? Well, many people must have voiced this concern in a much more intelligent manner but what I think is, if we take this many people from far away where everything is different here, they are going to be lost here unknowing and distressed, so we help them. The thing is we don’t have the resources to help all of them. You might think that that’s just cruel ofcource the poor people would be rather confused here than dead there, but the thing is i’m pretty sure the majority of them would be just about fine where they came from. I’m not trying to be the guy who threatens another for taking too many treats from you, but the thing is regardless of who we blame for it, I thin this would be a better place for all of us if there weren’t so many people from far away from a weird place coming here. Maby one day I’ll learn how wrong I was all the time and I’m looking forward to it. There’s no lesson without pain and theres no freedom without responsibility. So I take responsibility for my unconventional opinion, and show it to people, just to see what they think of it and what they have to say about it. After all, they might know something i don’t. That’s why it makes me sad when I go to someone and show my opinion and all they can utter is that my existence makes life hell. Try to construct a healthy lesson from that. I don’t think so. Ok I’ll play this game you hate me, well guess what I hate you! Ha! You can’t beat me cause I’m right and all you can say is that im wrong at least i know this and this blaa blaa blaa who cares at this point all you are trying to do is defeat your opponent just like I tried to defend my sweets from satan. And we have internet. Now were cooking. Hate is spreading at an all time peak and there is a group trying to make another group feel bad for alledgedly hating another group which at this point they probably do because of all this BULLSHIT. So were knee deep in poop. What should we have done differently, well maby sit down and try to learn something from the person next to you.
+24Back in my day, we didn't have a fancy computer with the net...we had to walk up the hill in the snow to tell someone their opinion was wrong🙄 More
+6Hello everyone, I hope that whoever is reading this is enjoying their day or night. In this post I am going to review some of the benefits of legalizing marijuana. I do not intend to change your minds about what you already believe about marijuana, but I do want to open your eyes and hope that you see that marijuana has some potential to be beneficial when applied correctly. http:onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/phar.1187/full “The Pharmacologic and Clinical Effects of Medical Cannabis” above talks about the effects of medicinal marijuana. In the abstract it talks about several pharmaceuticals, medicines that have been derived from cannabis and how they are used not to cure diseases, but to help people deal with the pain and nausea that comes from them. This application is used with people who are typically going through chemotherapy. There are other applications in people with multiple sclerosis. https:www.cancer.org/treatment/treatments-and-side-effects/treatment-types/chemotherapy/chemotherapy-side-effects.html From “Chemotherapy Side effects” above it talks about the side effects of cancer. There are three main side effects of chemotherapy. The first side effect is the damaging of blood-forming cells in bone marrow. The second is damage to hair follicles. Finally, damage to cells in the mouth, digestive tract, and reproductive system. The last symptoms mention are what cause the patient to have so much pain. The patients typically can’t eat solid foods so they eat softer items like apple sauce and oatmeal, and one of the side effects of marijuana is an increase in appetite. This is one reason for the backing of medicinal marijuana legalization in the United States. These people suffer every day from a disease that has many forms, and some of those forms are incurable. I’m not saying that there aren’t alternatives to marijuana. There are definitely other ways to go about dealing with appetite and nausea. The doctor might prescribe other drugs, but these drugs vary in their effectiveness. This is due to everyone having different bodies. This causes some people to take multiple drugs, and they might not find a drug that works for them. “These can be prescribed for you to take before, during, and/or after chemotherapy. As you can see there are many different medications that your doctor can prescribe to control these symptoms. It may take trying a couple different medications before finding the right match for you.” This is a quote from http:chemocare.com/chemotherapy/side-effects/nausea-vomiting-chemotherapy.aspx titled “Nausea, Vomiting & Chemotherapy.” The reason I put this quote into this argument is because it helps to prove that drugs have different effects on different people and everyone is different. As I mentioned earlier there is also another use for medicinal marijuana. That use is for people dealing with Multiple sclerosis. Multiple Sclerosis is a disease that attacks the brain and spinal cord, central nervous system. According to “Mayo Clinic” the immune system attacks a protective sheath that covers nerve fibers and causes communication problems between the brain and the rest of the body. This disease cause the nerves to deteriorate or become permanently damaged. According to “The Therapeutic Potential of Cannabinoids for Movement Disorders” it states that oral cannabis extract is effective in treating multiple sclerosis related spasticity and central pain or painful spasms. This helps because it does show that marijuana can be useful to treat pain, but in the article, if you take the time to read most of it, it does mention that marijuana has been tested on other diseases to see the potential benefits, but the results have come back with little correlation. I mention this because I do not view marijuana as a cure. I view it as a drug that has potential to relieve pain and suffering. https:www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/multiple-sclerosis/symptoms-causes/syc-20350269 https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4357541/ I would like to thank everyone that has taken the time to read my opinion. I hope that you have seen some of the potential benefits of marijuana and have opened your eyes to something that has potential to help people.
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Which Profession Is the Oldest? Three friends, a surgeon, an architect and a politician, are sitting around a table and trying to find out which of their professions is the oldest. The surgeon is convinced that his job is the oldest: - "According to the Holy Bible, Eve was created after Adam underwent the ablation of one of his ribs." - The architect disagrees and replies: - "No, my profession is older; the world was created from the Chaos, and there is no doubt that this is the job of an architect." - The politician breaks into the discussion: - "Wait a minute! Who, in your opinion, created the Chaos? - Link: (translated) http://lemotdelasemaine.com/anerie2.html#debut
Little Knowledge Is Dangerous Before I begin my story let me introduce myself to you. My name is Subin Thomas and I am a nineteen year old boy studying my Engineering from The University of Queensland in the capital city of Brisbane, Australia. I emigrated from India-my motherland a year ago and shifted to Australia leaving behind my parents in India. Now I live with my uncle John my mother's brother. He is a 47 year old man and works as a Financial Accountant for a reputed company. We live in an apartment located quite next to the Brisbane river. In my leisure time this where I would spend most my time gazing at the beautiful sight. In our courtyard there is a mango tree which is expected to fruit this summer but some recent unseasonal rains have spoiled the prospects of eating fresh ripe mangoes. When I was in India my father would always bring plentiful mangoes for me when the season arrived and I would not hesitate and eat up to 4-5 mangoes a day! This mango tree gives me the nostalgia of the time I had with my parents. Our neighborhood is also good and the surrounding is quite clean as compared to my home in India. But keeping all the shortcomings aside I would always prefer India over all. My college is about half a mile from my house so I either walk or cycle my way through. It starts at around 8 am and I reach home by 5 pm. My uncle leaves for office at the same time and arrives back by evening. Surprisingly my Uncle prepares the dinner as he turns out to be a good cook as well. Out of the two house-keys one he had for himself and the other one for me. My house is near to a popular tourist destination Mt. Cootha about 5 miles away. It has the highest peak in Brisbane. I have been there twice for hiking. Once you reach the summit its a beautiful sight to behold. I have been to Mt. Tibrogargan as well, a 2 hour journey from our house. It was initially closed for hiking but made accessible to people since 2015. It is the tallest Glasshouse mountain accessible to public. My stay in Australia till now has been quite amazing except for one unpleasant day which taught me a lesson of my life to not to come to a conclusion unless well informed of the situation. The story goes this way........ There was something unusual about this day as I readied myself for college. The weather forecast warned of heavy rains today. Back home in India the weather reports were often false but here in Brisbane they are rarely proved wrong. Because of the rains the college shut down early today at around 3 pm. On my way back home rains poured heavily, luckily I carried an umbrella. As I reached half-way I felt as if I was being followed by a stranger. When I looked behind I could see a man in his mid forty's keeping up with me at every turn. So I hurried myself and made my way back home hastily. It was quite unusual as I had never been pursued before. I went to the balcony to see whether the man had followed me up to my house and to my relief there was no one. The first thing I did when I returned home was watch T.V and so switched it on, but because of bad weather there was no signal. I have been given some project from college so I decided to complete that and went to my room upstairs. Once I was done with it, I looked up at the watch and it was about evening. Uncle John was to return by now but there was no sign of him. I waited long enough but finally lost my patience. I tried to call him up on his cell-phone but there was no network. Perhaps he was busy with some work and might come home late tonight. I waited for some more time but to no avail. I took a short nap and when I woke up it was already past dinner time. It was getting late enough to be worried. I once again stepped into the balcony and looked down. Except for one street dog that was lying down miserably near the gate, there was not a soul to be seen anywhere. Rain water had puddled under the lamp-post. A breeze ruffled the mango tree in the courtyard and a few twigs fell down and broke. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Did I hear a soft knock at the door? I turned back. At first I thought I was mistaken by the thunder but then a second knock followed which confirmed someone was at my door outside. It was already midnight and I had someone outside my house. I wondered if it was my Uncle himself. In order to clear my suspicions I decided to let him open the door as I knew he kept a key for himself. Then came a third knock which proved that it was someone else rather than my uncle himself. I was terrified. I waited for some time but no more knocks could be heard. He must have given up I presumed. Whoever it was knew that I was alone and used the situation to his advantage. I recalled the incident on my way home when I was chased by a man and wondered if it was the same guy. I was worried if he would return back with some lock picking tools and so I again tried to call my Uncle and again there was some network issue. I faced similar issues while contacting the cops. The only thing I could no was pray that the stranger does not return. Then I was struck by an idea about setting up numerous booby traps across the house as a part of countermeasure. The first one was at the entrance door where I placed weights on top of the door kept slightly ajar ready to fall on the person attempting to pass through. These weights would make chiming sound once they fall down from that height alerting me of his presence. I even placed an electric water heater gadget on the door knob inside the house. This would heat up the doorknob on the outside of the house as well. Once the intruder grabs the doorknob in an attempt to yank it open it would surely burn off some of the skin on his hand giving him hell of a red mark and forcing him to either head to the hospital immediately to get the skin from his butt grafted onto his hands or he would at least have to use a different entrance to get into the house, depending on how long he held onto the doorknob. Then as intruder makes his way into the house he would trip over the fancy toys and nails spread all across To improve his chances of stumbling down I poured oil all over the floor and kept all lights switched off. Now all the traps had been set up. The only thing I needed to do now was wait until the intruder arrives. I waited in my room upstairs and stayed vigilant. Suddenly at around 3 am I heard some squeaking noises from downstairs. My heart started racing as I knew it was the intruder who had broken into my house. I hoped that he was neutralized after setting off all my traps. I screwed up my courage and headed downstairs to check up on the intruder. As I reached the spot I saw someone of my Uncle's stature knocked out unconscious on the floor. He was bruised from head to toe. All my traps played their part and I was successful in bringing him down. Coincidentally his attire was very much similar to my uncle’s or was it really a coincidence? I switched on the lights to see who it was and could not really believe my eyes as he turned out to be uncle John himself. I immediately lifted him up and placed him on the sofa. He was still in an unconscious state so I stayed beside him and I bandaged his wounds. I felt really bad as my tactics worked but not in my favor and my own uncle fell victim to it. It was about morning around 6 am when he called up my name while I was asleep beside him in the adjacent sofa. I woke up and was relieved to see him conscious. I felt very embarrassed and told him about what happened last night. I apologized to him for the ordeal he had been through. I discussed the whole incident with him which started with successive knocks on the door at around midnight. My uncle recalled that he phoned up in the neighborhood to check up on me. So it must have been the neighbor from the adjacent house. The revelation was not easy for me to digest. The whole intruder-thing was just my imagination. My uncle had to work overtime and that was the cause of delay. The whole time since I heard the knocks, I had been under the false impression of encountering an intruder. I thought to myself that it was about time that I stopped watching lot of action movies as it reflected on my behavior. The lesson I learned from the whole incident is that one must not draw a conclusion without proper evidence as they say 'A little knowledge is a dangerous thing'. More