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Ok...I'm glad a little girl wasn't assaulted....
but what I want to know now is how this got reported in the first place.
Somebody made this story up..... why?


https://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2018/01/15/hijab-scissor-attack-against-11-year-old-did-not-occur-police.html
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Ok...I'm glad a little girl wasn't assaulted....
but what I want to know now is how this got reported in the first place.
Somebody made this story up..... why?


https://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2018/01/15/hijab-scissor-attack-against-11-year-old-did-not-occur-police.html

Let me try this.....

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+Andreas Geisler
Every post must be a self-indictment, an amplification of doubt, not certainty.
Commenters have to try to either build up the poster, or beat them with an even greater but thematically related self-indictment.
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levetiracetam

Over the last couple of years I have had...they say...two seizures.
Whether I have epilepsy or not is something I will be taking up with a Neurologist in February. (If you want an indictment of the Canadian Health Care System...it has taken a year to get into see this guy...so there you go.)
And I say "allegedly" because my only memory of either event is waking up in the ER.

So, what this is about, is my experience with mental states.

My uncle has epilepsy....always has. Marty is the nicest person in the world, but now and again he just..... stops.
Sip your tea, read a magazine. talk to my aunt.....he will be back in a few minutes and pick up the conversation exactly where it left off. Mid-sentence.
Medication has never fully controlled it.
You have to tell him it has happened. He makes a note in a book he shows to his doctor and they track things together.

When I was eleven my mother and I stopped going to the evangelical church we had gone to since I was little. I attended Summer Camps. Was baptized.
Then, one Sunday the nice preacher....literally, was voted out. There were ballots and he accepted the results gracefully. Painfully.
No-one consulted me and I wasn't part of the debate. But I was aware enough to see he had been hurt.
Apparently he wasn't radical enough for the congregation because soon we had a new man in the pulpit, and every service thereafter (two on Sunday) was an Event.
People Spoke in Tongues.
Others translated. I watched people I had known my entire life become something else entirely. It wasn't Sunday unless there was weeping, and yes....seizures.

I said to my mother..."I can't do this any more."
I could see those people were doing that to themselves....it was a competition....you weren't really serious unless you were having some sort of catharsis and the people around the new minister....the power in the church, changed based on who was having the most emotional response.
Have a grand mal and be the center of attention for a week

My mother doesn't have her drivers licence right now. She is a better driver than you or me. But she has had some "episodes". She fell one time and hit her head on the counter. I've seen the picture of her black eye.
We had breakfast one morning with her at a restaurant. She kept looking in her purse and asking "where is my phone?". We would tell her she left it at home...she would seem to process that and then ask again....
this went on for about five minutes when she suddenly seemed to come back...and remembered what she had done with her phone. She had no memory of the "spell".
Various doctors did various things....Vitamin D...iron deficiency...
but what has seemed to work is an adjustment made to her pacemaker...
no episodes now for some time and they are reviewing her status to drive.

So...what's the point here?... the connection?

We need a way to change the language.

We say there is no God.

But those people rolling around on the ground and jabbering are not "faking"....
they are having an emotional response to something. They have had a change to the state of their brain and don't have any doubt it was "real"

There is the thing right there...."real"

yes.... it is "real"



Don't tell my wife she doesn't sometimes feel the presence of her deceased mother...she takes any hint this is not a "real" thing as a personal insult...an attack on her mother.

We get the odd person on here trying to come at us with "scientific" ideas and concepts. Those arguments are easy. The weight of the evidence is decidedly one way.

But how do we communicate with those others...who have felt something, and cling to that like their lives depend on it.....?
and for some....that, may even be a a "real" thing




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Andreas
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Ice Fog
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The tension between warm and cold
What it's like sometimes

That's not a criticism

Buy into the world
and the weather comes with it
There are boundaries
Of various kinds

While I have been here
all my life
Even a well known road
can hold a surprise or two

It still leads home

Just need to take my time



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I admire the fog, how it fades into itself.
Marty Rubin




It's funny how it doesn't look that bad in the pictures I took....but this was a real b*^&% of a drive the other day
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Ice Fog
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The tension between warm and cold
What it's like sometimes

That's not a criticism

Buy into the world
and the weather comes with it
There are boundaries
Of various kinds

While I have been here
all my life
Even a well known road
can hold a surprise or two

It still leads home

Just need to take my time



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I admire the fog, how it fades into itself.
Marty Rubin




It's funny how it doesn't look that bad in the pictures I took....but this was a real b*^&% of a drive the other day
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Yes...this is an internet poem
It is designed to make you look the word up and figure out the references


Panopticon
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Tell me about myself

The first thing is you have to be visible
There is no point in caring about how you are seen
(If no one is looking)
Create that version a little larger
Stretch those boundaries, or be willing
to consider it, given the right set of circumstances
Or at least, with phrasing and the right clothes
Appear so

The wall The Eye can see through needs tending
There are assumptions to be made
(Those can change by the minute)
Privileges are to be both acknowledged and ignored
Power still flows downhill
And somehow is to be shunned and respected
There is a skillset
"How to be Humble, but Noticed" "Real without Giving Away Too Much"

The actual thing is always a disappointment
It has to be like that
(people have earwax)
As a species we are still adjusting
There are too many options
The image needed for each one is a little different
We forget which foot we had forward
Which face is real, or if it even exists




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The Panopticon is a marvelous machine which,
whatever use one may wish to put it to,
produces homogeneous effects of power.
Foucault
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Yes...this is an internet poem
It is designed to make you look the word up and figure out the references


Panopticon
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Tell me about myself

The first thing is you have to be visible
There is no point in caring about how you are seen
(If no one is looking)
Create that version a little larger
Stretch those boundaries, or be willing
to consider it, given the right set of circumstances
Or at least, with phrasing and the right clothes
Appear so

The wall The Eye can see through needs tending
There are assumptions to be made
(Those can change by the minute)
Privileges are to be both acknowledged and ignored
Power still flows downhill
And somehow is to be shunned and respected
There is a skillset
"How to be Humble, but Noticed" "Real without Giving Away Too Much"

The actual thing is always a disappointment
It has to be like that
(people have earwax)
As a species we are still adjusting
There are too many options
The image needed for each one is a little different
We forget which foot we had forward
Which face is real, or if it even exists




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The Panopticon is a marvelous machine which,
whatever use one may wish to put it to,
produces homogeneous effects of power.
Foucault
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Book of Questioning XXXIII
(Early January 2018)
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How do I know?

Well, that's easy

I don't

The Cardinals that gather in my backyard to discuss
...I suppose.... the latest snowfall
and where that damn cat has gone

have their own view of things

How something can be so beautiful
and still remain concerned with mostly practical matters
Reminds me of someone I know

The half moon coming up tonight has its' orbit to mind
And keeps its' thoughts to itself

I have always imagined it checks its' clock
every time it passes over Greenwich
Still, one has to wonder if it considers its' year
to be one revolution around what it circles?
That would make it very old indeed

And what of the poet and his concerns and struggles?
It would seem that most of them have been at least
laid away for a time
Subject, of course... to a Cup of Tea and a slice of Apple Pie left over
from the holidays




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When marrying, ask yourself this question:
Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person
into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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+Andreas Geisler

Functionalism, Dualism, Monism and Emergence
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The awareness that I am aware
Pendulums within pendulums

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Spring breaks in around the edges
All the signs are there
Rivulets run down the street
The thought that some of that water
could make it all the way to the drain, into the River
down to the Lake, through the Gulf, across the Gulf Stream
and end up in the centre of the Atlantic.

It's not likely
But it's possible

Now, Imagine
Each one of those drops
knows of this infinitesimal chance.
There is the hope that the journey will lead to
a moment, swept up into a cloud and carried to the East
There to fall as a gleam on Nelson's Sword in Trafalgar
Or even a tear below the eye of Napolean in Cherbourg

It's not likely
But it's possible

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We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.
Ray Bradbury
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Had this dream a few days ago....Put a lot of thought into symbols and meaning.
Decided to just give it to you the way it happened...


I jumped
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and the first thought was
I am still aware
Aware that in a short time I would no longer
Be aware
The waiting was what I noticed
How much longer would it be?
What is that line?
That boundary?
Does that even exist?

Still going

I found I was impatient
I thought the act of jumping was enough
Now I have to wait?
Spend moments in expectation
With no concept of what it was
I was waiting for

Still...

The delay began to annoy me
The calculations began in my mind
Distance, acceleration
But the thought intruded
That is meaningless
And would take too long

Or would it?


...Then I woke up

That first breath was like a dam breaking
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If you want your writing to be taken seriously,
don't marry and have kids, and above all, don't die.
But if you have to die, commit suicide.
They approve of that.
Ursula K. Le Guin
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