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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Anonymous on June 29, 2003, 03:07:00 AM
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The reason that Straight inc. and adolescent treatment programs in general failed over the years is complex, but I think one main reason is that their goal was "compliance with rules". We would be torn into for how well we did or didn't conform to silly man made rules. It didn't matter if we were "growing spiritually" or not, but whether we were compliant or not. Compliance was taught to be synonymous with growth or leadership, but it was just a matter of controlling others through controlling rules which we all know now is not the way to "grow".
Also, many of us wanted to do the "right thing" and didn't want to be "miserable failures" and so we gave into this flawed system of brainwash so we could earn the right to be considered "normal" or "good" kids and all of this status was to be earned by adhering to rules. It's really depressing how we were herded like cattle into these systems under the guise of helping us "recover". The whole thing is weird and morbid. They would promise our parents that they were the last line of defense against, I mean for, doomed scumbags on dope like us and promised to sacrifice all for our "sobriety", which was more accurately defined to be our willingness and ability to conform to rules.
But people have free will. When they turn eighteen, they are free to exercise that free will.
It's like they didn't think Straight all the way through! Like hello? What about later? What about Fornits Forums and Mr. Fager's site down the road blowing the lid off this covert underground Operation Straight Incorporated? Then they will hide their association with Straight, their failure, those who endorsed the abuse and torture of children for years.
It's great now because we can tell the world all about it! Straight really did suck donkey balls! Big, Fat, Greyish-Green, Bulbous, Sweaty, Quivering, Donkey Scrotumy BALLS! (I am looking for the "sweaty donkey balls" emotocon, but there is none...but you get the picture).
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The reason I wrote the title "our worth as phasors" was because I intended to comment on this. Alas, I did not, so without further ado about donkey balls descriptions: Our worth as phasors was undermined because we were taught that we were only worth something if we were compliant with rules, we were taught we were worthless if we didn't comply with these rules and this is what I am saying sucked the balls of donkeys so hard as to cause the donkeys to bray and buck. Not only this but I am forcing myself to relate to the topic, something I am now realizing I was required to do while I was in Straight, the historical place that is notorious for the sucking of the enormous and horrendously deformed donkey balls. ::hehehmm::
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Well I sure am glad it wasn't elephant balls.
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No, JD, if you want to change it to elephant balls go right ahead. I'll let YOU describe those! Ha ha ha! :rofl:
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In Plymouth, staff's reactions to confessions seemed so random to me. We called the tendency to think every single thing we did "headgames" (a better title for Straight's philosophy in general). But sometimes, someone would get up and group and "report" themselves for rocking out to druggie music, being unaware of their newcomers when they sneezed, blah blah and the staff would give em a pat on the back and tell them to quite being so hard on themselves, enough with the headgames. Then someone else would report themselves for the exact same thing and get the shit ripped out of them, "what's underneath all this rebelliousness" etc.
I was never "honest" in that place for more than a week, I was either hiding wrongs or misbehaving. I would try but I could never totally subvert my "druggie will". Perhaps a better name for druggie will would be "soul", because it certainly comes a lot closer to describing the part of it's clients Straight was bent on destroying.
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Anonymous- You seem obsessed with donkey balls. Is there something you want to tell us? Perhaps you had one of those animal relationships that you never talked about while you were in the program? Try using intelligent metaphors, similes and figures of speech to get your message across. The members of this forum would appreciate it.
[ This Message was edited by: gduncan on 2003-06-29 10:37 ]
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It's great now because we can tell the world all about it! Straight really did suck donkey balls! Big, Fat, Greyish-Green, Bulbous, Sweaty, Quivering, Donkey Scrotumy BALLS! (I am looking for the "sweaty donkey balls" emotocon, but there is none...but you get the picture).
:tup: Oh Giiiiiiiiinnnnnnnger,,,?
We need (like really neeeeeeed) the *sucking donkey balls* emoticon!
:em:
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::nod:: They should definately quiver and sweat! ::nod::
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Here ya go: Donkey Balls (http://http://www.whigham.org/Hawaii/September%2017/Outside%20Kona/Donkey%20Balls%20and%20Surfin%20Ass.jpg)
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Mo,
I too, would love to share some lovely, quivering, sweaty donkey balls with you (and especially with the parents who actually bought it all).
:wave:
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Worse than jail food!
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Yummy!
To Morli,
Do you remember the dinners they served us from "The Daily Grind " catering service for dinner? What was that mad cow stuff, anyway?
Like many other of us who were forced into business' run by Straight parents, I ended up working (child labor) for one of the parents of them before I ran away.
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It was constant eyeballs watching us.
I was caught talking to a cute girl at work one day (a customer's daughter). It could have been a 100 year old Strom Thurman in drag for all the 5th phase fellow employee could have cared.)
I got reemed in group for that actually right before I bailed.
Anyway, Mo please tell me if you recall that horrid spaghetti buffet. ::birthday::
Like you, I am trying to find others who were there at the same time as myself.
Peace to all.
M.I.A.
Richardson 88/89
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Hmm, that's weird. After my feeble attempt at achieving a bachelors degree in rocket science, on third phase thru 7th stepping, I was referred to a girls side MOM who was a real estate agent. She, of course, was in charge of new properties. Well, I fell for the laborer job she offered. I had to pick up my paycheck at some older guy's house. Come to find out, the guy (a builder) I was supposedly going to be paid by had an apparent fallout with his boyfriend one day. They were fighting on his porch in their bathrobes, :smokin:
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Hmmm...child labor...it never really occurred to me...what a FOOL I am, lol.
I remember working one summer with Richard Arrington for his dad at an old print shop that was located on a dirt road somewhere in rural VA. We dusted, got rid of dead bugs, and spray-painted certain devices with silver paint. Word has it that this was the very same shop used to print up straight literature. ::puke::
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GODDAMMIT, that was me... :wstupid:
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I know I was there when you were, but for the life of me, I can't recall that. Was it indoors? Were the parents there?
The Daily Grind... The name sounds familiar. Yes! I do remember that!
As a guy, you would remember the food more I think. I was always just trying to get my plate thown away without getting questions asked. I was already working towards being a vegetarian, but not wanting 'special attention' for it.
Tell me more about the spaghetti thing... Sorry I'm so fuzzy on it. Food was not important to me at all there.
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They did that to the guys more I think.
I was a Candy Striper at one of the hospitals in Dallas. I worked in the EEG section. I watched people sleep who had sleeping disorders and such. I sat in the dark/quiet much of the time. I liked it. At the hospital, all I had to do was watch and listen. I kept the nurses company too I guess! They were nice. I didn't mind it at all.
Good excuse to avoid the building. :idea:
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:smokin:
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interesting how we always refer to a mans' anatomy when we are angry. and always in a sexual connatation too. I think we give them too much credit don't you?
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C'mon, give a guy some credit... They aren't all JACKASSES!!!!
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Hi Morli,
Glad you were able to work at a job that gave you some healthy, quiet non-flourecent time by yourself.
A rare treasure in that place, and something that we all need sometimes.
As far as the dinner, yes it was indoors.
It was in the main room with all the cardboard steps on the wall.
Parents were there and man was that place packed!
We all set up folding tables around the room to eat at, and it was all being served on the south wall ( a long buffet style set up).
No idea what date - I think I was still on first phase, and like the others we never knew what date it was. That always drove me nuts! (can't even read a Bible much less a newspaper). ::cheers::
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Women's genetalia are far better than men's. But when men are angry they want a bit of testosterone fueling their rant ::burger:: such as "cunt" when ranting, but "pussy" doesn't carry as much weight when used in a rant.
These two words describing the vagina ::burger:: sound so different as to almost infer different types or kinds of ::burger:: vaginas ::burger:: . "Cunts" ::burger:: nickname. That name is used to describe skanky ho bobcat women which further proves my point that they are different ::burger:: vaginas ::burger:: however in the same species known as the "cunnilingus twatlou ferignis". I would expect that all others knowledgeable in the area of the vagina ::burger:: to open up, and to share their vagina ::burger:: views for all to see. It is the end of the post, no more thinking about ::burger:: vaginas ::burger:: , fellahs, and some of you ellen degenerates :silly: