Re: A Tale of Two Americas
Posted: June 16th, 2010, 5:34 pm
Are you saying Wiik is a drug dealor? I always thought something was up.JMarsigli wrote:Let me tell you a story:KalelIsbell wrote:
Wiik
How dare you belittle these people that are helping others?![]()
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I am sick and tired of you and all your sick comments.![]()
go get a real job and quit crying about the police.. move on allready!!
Enough with your anti American rhetoric too . If you hate this county
so bad leave…I will buy your ticket myself. As bad as the government may
be you’re a whole lot worse.
And I don’t care if they kick me off this stupid forum. You are a real jerk!!!!
A man walked into a large building and found a cultural hall containing varied and diverse peoples. He mingled with the friendly crowd for a while and generally liked the lot. Every once in a while he'd notice a figure off in the distance who obviously wasn't the crowd's favorite. They said he was crazy and "just didn't get it". Members of the crowd had studied some inside knowledge for years, and had such a superior understanding than this other fellow. "If he only knew" they'd say to each other in between I wish he'd just wake up's. The large crowd had it all figured out, top to bottom and inside out. Superior knowledge that must be worth looking into and giving some good attention. So the man began his search for the truth this group had to offer.
Little by little he learned secret bits and pieces. Most were vague references in history with little validity. However, the story sounded great and he kept at it. He studied and studied and studied as the large crowd tipped him to this little nugget and that. After a while he thought he had a good grasp of the superior, secret knowledge, and started asking questions. He would often faintly hear the figure in the distance offering answers, but the insightful crowd wrote him off as asleep at the wheel. They were excellent at quoting this source and that, and had an answer to everything right off the tops of their heads.
All was well and good, and the man was having a jolly old time with the crowd. Ideas could be discussed and steam blown off. Through time, however, he got the feeling he was being looked down upon by the crowd. They had EVERYTHING figured out and he just wasn't good enough for them. He started wondering why he'd never heard of the geniuses before. He started digging a little and noticed a few things he had been told weren't actually facts. So he checked some more an started noticing many of the quotes he had heard had been taken out of context. He questioned the crowd for more clarity and to what they met, but he was scorned for questioning their superiority. "You need to wake up!" they'd tell him. "You're thinking is the problem with this world". He was even told that God would send him to hell for being such a traitor. Wondering why he was being treated this way, he searched out the figure in the distance. He found him wearing a white coat, pushing a tray full of antipsychotic drugs. The man asked him why he was in there with the crowd. He didn't belong. He answered "I don't know, why are you". The man in the white coat answered "someone has to administer these drugs".