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Quote from: "psy"

 'it might be construed as outing him.  I've said enough.  Even though I don't check IPs, it's still not fair for me to guess in the position i'm in.  

Think about this: he's no longer registered so he can pretend to be anybody or take any position.  As I said.  Examine the net effect resulting from a posting.

PSY,
Couldn’t you be enticed to an ethical flip flop… :flip:  just this once? It could be just a wink of that hot and cold game. The winner could track it down (to the specific rock it retreats beneath) and tag it, for the betterment of all.

"Just this once" would become "just this once more" and so forth.  It would also then become a moderated forum and we'd likely lose immunity.  I'm sorry.  No.  Don't get me wrong.  I hate the little shit, but I can't violate his anonymity.  He has as much right to speak as you.

Aw, okay. I guess I understand. Ethics can be just as alluring as revenge fantasies. Oh, damn I typed that out loud didn’t I?

Yeah, I felt fucking compelled to express myself.
Ew. There’s a who stuck to the bottom of this forum.

Versus you who'd rather preach, "OMG Remember the children!"

Guess what, we are remembering the children. I just don't accept that there should be any limits in this sort of fight. You don't fight a war with one hand tied behind your back.

This, to me anyway, explains exactly why the industry has expanded over the years.

No one has been willing to go at them with absolutely everything they have at their disposal. The war of the words is over, this is the war of anything fucking goes.

About god damn time.

Damn Che Gookin, soldier of the greater good or not, fighting "the good fight" with dirty tactics… Allowing for children to become collateral damage…
 No good man should lose his sense of honor ,even in such a noble cause.

Yeah, ew, CREEPY in a very unsubtle way. I taste bile.
 Why is Che Gookin F*ing around posting family albums; when some of his creative rage could be constructively directed toward such a cause as this nasty bugger?

So since you left, at some point, you don’t consider yourself a child molester.  Interesting way to separate yourself.   So theoretically all the staff in all the programs can potentially be just as good as you consider yourself to be because they may potentially leave at some point in disgust.  It just may take some longer than others.
So again why do you want to smear these peoples good names call them all child abusers and expose them and deny them any privacy?  Why not expose yourself first?  They are no better or worse then you.

I know you were nipping at the heels of Dysfunction Junction, Who. But, I’ll be your huckleberry…it’s called redemption. That is something that happens when strong p-e-o-p-l-e overcome, learn,  and care enough to compassionately share the insights of their experiences.

Oh, Levine although we've never met ...I’m feeling some of that tingly positive transference for you.

On the Dresser building, DAYTOP Dallas mid-'90s (emphases added by myself):

Yep, that's it, that's the Dresser building I remember, all right.   I went through second stage there, and we had Guadenzia there in October '93.  
 
I remember that the Dresser building had that huge recessed sunken fireplace, and the garish '70s design, all of the mauve taupe, burnt orange, and lime green carpeting and wallpaper.  It was obvious that nobody had renovated the place in years.  When DAYTOP moved in, it was a dump, dusty and trashed out, and looked like it had been frozen in time, circa 1978.  It had been unoccupied for many years.  When it was given to DAYTOP (technically sold for a dollar, so I heard) they had kids from Richardson (myself included) go over there from time to time in the van in order to help clean it out.  

Well SEKTO, you have your predecessors to thank for the garish locale of 2nd stage.

During a smoke break some few of our then small number were rounded in to a room and called a choir. Langstein trained us to project something like holiday cheer in English and Spanish.
On the day of our big performances, the onset of my developing bronchitis caused me to lose my voice. I was not allowed to break formation, even for my fever. (We formed a tree or a bell for the secular)
We went to the Children’s Hospital and they pimped our adorable troubled teen routine to some other places. ( 'stopped at a gas station for some cough drops) We ended up at Halliburton’s party. It was Halliburton that sold the Dresser building to Daytop for a dollar.
I remember one lady who had enjoyed our wassailing voiced her concern that “the little one in front seems flushed” (me)

Thank you, Dick Cheney and Daytop for the Pucci designs and cigarettes and for my chronic asthma.

In the begining there was Synnanon AND DAYTOP BEGAT ELAN....
http://www.bykevingray.com/stories/stor ... badcompany
An excerpt from Kevin Gray's article is as follows:
Once upon a time, when a very different Lord of the Flies haunted the classroom.

On a February morning in 1979, deep in the piney woods of Maine, 20-year-old Liz Arnold watched as a houseful of teens berated a weeping girl who'd just wet her pants. The girl's name was Kim. She was 17. Moments before, she'd been spanked with a paddle in front of the 100 fellow delinquents and drug addicts—more than two thirds of them men—who made up the student body of the Elan School, a therapeutic community of last resort that, during its seventies heyday, may have been something far from therapeutic.

As the residents surged over the scuffed linoleum of the dining room, knocking over metal chairs, Kim curled into a ball. "You fucking bitch, fucking whore, fucking fuck-up!” Kim was enduring a "learning experience." She'd mouthed off to the school's senior residents, and at Elan in the seventies, this was the response. But the lesson was getting out of hand. "[We] were whipped into a mob," says Arnold, an ex-speed addict who'd arrived at Elan in 1978 after a phony suicide attempt forced her affluent Ridgewood, New Jersey, parents to seek professional help. "It was brainwashing. People like Kim were gonna be junkies or hookers if we didn't make them get their shit together." Arnold soon added her voice to the eardrum-breaking sound of 100 young adults caught up in the adrenaline rush of anger. To an outsider, it must have looked like mad­ness, a Lord of the Flies outpost with castaways who were regularly dressed in tinfoil, diapers, and "hooker" skirts. Some had signs around their necks that read: I’M AN EMOTIONAL VAMPIRE or ASK ME WHY I’M A BABY or CONFRONT ME AS TO WHY I’M A WHORE. All were red with rage. "Kim," Arnold recalls, "was semi-catatonic."