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« on: September 10, 2003, 01:58:00 AM »

Elan School / Nazi
« on: September 09, 2003, 12:25:00 AM »
... just sent ya another

Elan School / Nazi
« on: September 08, 2003, 11:43:00 PM »
.. just replied to your e-mail.


« on: September 08, 2003, 09:45:00 PM »
Elan Sux!

Elan School / Nazi
« on: September 07, 2003, 08:14:00 PM »

Why are you still coming, Nazi?


Elan School / Nazi
« on: September 07, 2003, 07:34:00 PM »
What's your deal?

E-mail me if you want, man..

Paul St. John

Elan School / File a lawsuit against Elan
« on: September 03, 2003, 01:23:00 PM »

I wonder if it is bleeding a stone.  If I was them, and I was gonna go through all this trouble to destrot human lives for money, I would probably also have an, "out".. a caretain way in which I owuld exist the program, or allow it to be destroted while my pockets are still full of money, and i had still never been officailly held accountable.

Not that I would do this.. but if I was to, and I was to put also this organisation and planning into it, I would make sure that when I finally ducked out, I had made a huge score.

I bet that there is actually probably tons of money hidden away somewhere.

and also, it's worth noting, that whether Elan now falls under, or not they were never held accountable, or overcame, or defeated in anyway.

They basically are going down, like a boxing champion, who retires, while he still holds the belt.  This could all very well be part of a preconcieved plan.  Hell, thye could even rise back up again under another name, or in another dishonest part of society..

Hey, call me crazy..

But more suprising things have happenned before.

Remember that these people are not just criminals, they are professional criminals, elitist criminals, who operate freely in a just society, with no consequences.  

They seem to have the ability to walk right through the walls of the moral code of our society!

Paul St. John

Elan School / Who's a nigger lover
« on: August 19, 2003, 05:41:00 PM »
Then there were the four black dudes on my two hour bus ride there everyday.. Two were alright, and two were complete assholes.

Fisrt there were just three, and the two were alright and the one was a complete asshole, but when the other one showed up, that's when shit really started, and I became in more or less a war with all of them, and they started fucking with me bad.  I had two or three years on these kids, too..

I was scared at the time, because I was on probation.. a little fight here and there, maybe I oculd get away with, but now like this was in the system.. I'm on probation, and I fuck up some little kids on the way to my drug rehab..LMAO.. I would ve been fucked..

They eventually brought on like this 18 year old tough guy "G", to keep inner order, and both that guy and the bus driver agreed that they would violentaly testify on my behalf, if anything went down.

.. and so I agreed to go outside the bus, and take them all on in one shot..LMAO!  The bus driver, parked there, and said, " Who first?"

Now.. That was a cool bus driver!
One of the cool ones finally camne out and brought me my back pack, and that was it..

That bus driver then retired, and then I got a " G" bus driver, and the order keeper stayed too.
What a crazy bus, man.. I remember days where'd we'd be at a stop, and like the order keeper would be like beating the shit out of the real bad ass black dude, cause he d be like attcking him or something..

Still, all the way through, that one bad ass black dude, always had somewhat of a problem with me.. He was a fucked up kid.. he was being raised by his mom, and his dad was in jail for murder..

One day, the order keeper wasn't there, and it was just me, the young black dudes, and the "G" Bus driver.. And that bad ass black dude is like all talking shit to me and shit.. and since the straight up, well-disciplined order keeper wasn't there, the bus driver's like," You wanna fight Paul.. Go 'head.. I won't report ya."

right while he's driving and shit, in a moving

The kid took out a knife.. the bus driver told him he had to put it away or he'd report him.

I insisted that he kkep the knife.. I went so easy on this kid, and I kicked the shit out of him..  the fight ended with him holding the kinfe pushed into his own throat...

LOL!! Here's where it gets funny.. I had a nice time in the moring at Daytop being confronted on why I had been cutting up my hands.
They must have thought I had become one of them or something.. it was a very serious offense too.

As far as that shit, I looked at it like this..

With all the shit you re putting these kids through, you outta let them cut themselves.  If you force them to repress this expression of pain, who knows what they re gonna start doing next.

Paul St. John

Elan School / Who's a nigger lover
« on: August 19, 2003, 05:21:00 PM »
Oh wait.. there was another black dude, too.

If I remember correctly, he had to choose between there and prison.

I didn't like him.. I kinda hated that guy.
There was never any point where I got along with this guy.

can't even remember his name.

and there was actually only one other, too, who lasted about a day..
I think his parent's signed him out.  Now that in my mind is a good

I remember he'd do a job, and when he considerred it done, he'd go sit down on a couch or

People would be like yelling at him and shit, and
he'd just be like, " Fuck that!  That shit's done"

In a lot of ways I agreed with him on that, and gotta a kick out of watching that shit after seeing nothing but mindless obedience for months.


Elan School / Who's a nigger lover
« on: August 19, 2003, 05:00:00 PM »
Let's see...

Where I went, there were two black dudes, and few of what other dudes, who chilled with them and basically shared their culture.. one was Spanish.

I called their group, " The G's"

The two black dudes...

One was named Quante'.. He was fucking huge.  The guy looked like he was a huge thrity year old guy.  I mean.. he was big.. he was cool.  I started off with bad terms on him, when I wient to his group( the G's), and said, " Wassup G's?  You guys got an extra cigarette?"  Yeah.. He didn't like that, and spoke some mild shit.. was cool.. The other guys tried to convince hom to "run feelings on me", but I talked him out of it, and told him if i had something to say, he should say it then.. So all, in all, I was to a real bad start with Quanti, but with time we somehow gradually became cool...

We even spoke about getting some land in the woods somedays.. Back then that was what I wanted to do.. After being that place, I just wanted to taste freedom, in the most open way, and so I was actually planning on getting some land, and just chillin up there, and inviting others who wished.. He said, " Man.. I ll bring a trailor right up onto your hippie commune"

He would have been more then welcome.. I could see something about the dude.. I could see that he had seen a lot.. He was very well educated, and he oftne made fell, like I was talking to someone who could be my grandfather or something.

Then there was Tony.  I liked that fucker!  The powers that be there, did not.. I remember that!
They hated him.. It was because he was a smart fucking dude.. We didn't agree in all areas, but overall,  he was a dude, with awesome fucking street smarts, man, and he applied them in that place, and had the balls to speak up!  That's why he was always in trouble.  He wasn't a rebel without a cause... He knew exactly what he was saying.. We never become great friends or nothing, and for the most part, we had our seperate groups, but I did think that there was always a mutual respect, even though he was a "G", and I was " Dude".

I remember this one time.. The counselor stands up in front of the room, and says something like, "Today, we are going to do something specail.  We always get to ask you questions, and pry into your life.. Today, I 'm gonna allow you to ask me questions?"

I thought, right away.  " this is for the benefits of the idiots.  This shiot's rigged, and he is not for a second, gonna come down to our level.  if anything he's just doing this for practoice, and to trul fortify his skills"

and all the pussies( in reguards to this story, that is the best charactersiation I can give them) start asking questions..

and then Tony asks the first legitimate questsion.. an honest question.

Trapped that counselor like a fox in a trap,
and the counselor starts YELLING.. " Tony.. I knew where you were going with this.. I let you do it, Tony..You had yto take advantage... Yad.. yad.. yada"..

Go sit in the chair.. Just like that..

He bruised him up good.

Tony walked out and did as he was told, and never once took his eyes off that counselor.  never gave into the idea that he did something wrong.

He was one of my favorites in the place.

Paul St. John

Elan School / Jokes
« on: August 19, 2003, 04:32:00 PM »
How many status members does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

One lower status member to fuck it up.

One other lower status member to argue a bunch of terms, and house rules, with him about what to do next.

One to finally go get a coordinator, whose job is to look important, and finally come up with the brilliant idea, that me or one of my friends should do it.

About 3 coordinators to attempt to explain to me that is my responsibility, even though we all know that I know that they are full of shit, and only cave  to avoid consequences.

and then a few status members to take credit for it, and then seek out the new problem to blame on others, and make themselves look important, and then create a solution that feeds the problem, and then when the problem cannot be resolved that they have made.. feed another member to the family.


Elan School / Is this place for real?
« on: August 18, 2003, 03:41:00 AM »
Go talk to a shrink and a lawyer...the shrink will take your money, the lawyers will all laugh in your face when you ask if theres a chance Elan is liable for the fact that your simply a fucking loser.


Have you read any of my posts?  There are actual grounds for suing.  People are owed retribution.  You choose the life of a hard ass tough guy.. that's up to you.  You got about as  much a right to push that on others that as that other dickhead has to push his Nazi shit on others.

Yeah.. and I got tons of friends who did their fuckin' time in the marines, and they don't go around throwing it in other people's faces, so

Paul St. John

P.S. I do agree that these boards are generally full of unproductive crap.

Elan School / For Paul st. John
« on: August 11, 2003, 07:55:00 PM »

Elan School / Beaten Twice Over
« on: August 10, 2003, 07:08:00 PM »
The victims of these programs, are not merey beaten once but twice.  I can imagin the effect that in can have as a person, especailly having this shit take place as a kid.  My place fuckingg sucked, and I know that there were others who had it much worse( though I kinda wish they had a ring in my

First, you're beaten by the program, but then, life just goes on as nothing happenned, and no justice is served, it's like being beaten by society.  It's like the victims of these programs.. it's like we're some type of side project of the US.  Justice was never served.

I mean, when you look at the shit that people can sue for in this country, and the amount of money that they get.. almost any person who went to these programs would, or at least should have the right to sue,(AND WIN EASILY), these places for like 100 different torts and offenses each person.  If any of this shit happenned in the middle of some civilised street somewhere, it would be a whole another story.  Why?

Paul St. John

Elan School / Citizen of
« on: August 10, 2003, 02:54:00 AM »
I was just thinking about this, and I'm only posting it merely because I have always found it so interesting.  I'm not sure if this was the case in Elan, but in Daytop, upon being signed in, you were no longer a ctizen of whatever state you lived you in, but were now a ctizen of the Daytop Village, which resided as a seperate entity from the state, and in some ways was outside of jurisdiction.  The laws that you had to follow as a resident were the laws of the program, one of those laws, which were outside the program, you must observe the laws of any state down to the key, even the most minor ones.
It really was interesting.. like for example, inside of the Daytop building, gambling was legal, in spite of the fact that in New York, where the building resided it is illegal.  You could gamble all you wanted in that place, legally.  Also, we got a few smoke breaks a day, outside the building, long after a law had been passed, that it was illegal for students to smoke on any type of sholl grounds.  The only thing that the program really had to worry about was it's sponsors, 'cause if they dissapproved, they were out of funding.  I remember that even te schooling was not up to NY state standards.  I finally got out of ninth grade by taking a bunch of RCT's that I had already taken in like 7th garde.  I had already taken all the regents for the subjects, which they were giving me RCT's ( practice regents.)

They, literally had their own little government, however the hell they worked that out, and they only had to answer to their sponsprs for the sake of funding.  I remember that the sponsor of Daytop, when I was there was something with the word "Rainbow" in it.

It's kind of amazing to me that they needed actualy sponsors for funding.  For each kid that went there, the school district supplied money for transportation, and the school district supplied other money as well.  Also, the parent's op the children had to pay.  I know my father had to pay some in cash, and some in insurance, if I remember correctly, and in addition to that, the government funded them according to how many kids were there at each time, in numerous ways.

.. and it's not like they needed janitors, just a few counselors..

with the residents there, as trained cleaning machines, and all

and they didn't invest in a nurse or anything like that..

Well, who knows?

Paul St. John

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