Ahhhhhhh - just returned from a relaxing trip to Fiji.
I'm all nice and settled in, transitioning back into things - I Fire up the fornits and what do I find? Industrial grade mindwash from our very own resident 'ASR parent of the decade'.
Apparently ASR parents have access to graduate level statistical tools from the TBS industry......?
speedbump? What do you drive? A a Sherman tank hand crafted out of spare parts from Chernobyl ?
$150k
2 1/2 stolen teenage years
followed by 15 years of undoing the kool aid
....is a speedbump?
I will always be welcome here. My CEDU experience is 'Fornits'.
Lest you forget - Fornit's is akin to a biker bar. As you depart this Biker Bar, remember to look very closely at the wall behind thy tavern with all the TBS writing on it. It's a relevant and significant wall of graffiti. We graduates go about our business for years . We live our lives, and like everyone else we pass the same parts of town on a regular basis. One day we pass a particular establishment located in a vaguely familiar part of town. A part of town we've passed through a million times. We look up and for the first time we truly recognize this huge wall and it's familiar writing for what it is. We read. We read more and more. We graduates, realize that, all this time, we weren't the only ones on the planet questioning the program mindfuckery we experienced and it's longlasting effects. We come here and we deconstruct the absurdity of this thing you call 'program'.
What is your moped loving self doing at a Biker bar at 3am on a Tuesday night anyways?
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I don't question the way you wipe your ass do I? What gives you the right to question the manner in which I wipe my ass? Moreover, you have no good reason to question the truth spoken at a place created, designed and maintained for survivors to read, reflect and discuss their experience. A place to finally unearth themselves from the mountains of horse shit that your industry piled upon us. "Touchy, feely, new age therapy" with no track record, no oversight, no longitudinal studies and no endorsement from a single respectable soul who doesn't derive some form of a commission or deranged ego boost from it. Outsourced parenting - to the tune of $150 a day. 1 step forward 7 steps back.
If this discussion happens to infringe on your profit margin that's too damn bad for you. You think the horse traders that went belly up when the Model T was launched weren't pissed off and scrambling to preserve their profit margins? Suck it up and find a legitimate career. You've had your nice little run. Your time is over. Go back to selling swampland in the Everglade.
Your graduates who fall in the median? Your beloved staff members who pledge allegiance? These are the Albert Speers of your industry.
You know exactly what I mean.
Ladies and gentlemen - back to our previously scheduled Bans.
