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Life Isn’t All Sunshine And Rainbows

February 8, 2018 | 6 Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

Portrait Of A Stoning (view the rest of the pics here)

Mohamed Abukar Ibrahim, 48, is stoned to death by members of Hizbul Islam, a group of Somali Islamist insurgents in Afgooye, 30 km from the capital Mogadishu, on 13 December. Ibrahim had been found guilty of adultery by a local Sharia court. I

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9 Functioning Drug Addicts Reveal How They Do It

February 7, 2018 | 1 Comment » | Topics: TRUTH |

1. The way I funded my opiate habit (5 years, clean 2 years) was by blowing my inheritance. Also, my friend who I used with sold them, which makes then more affordable as long as you stay on top of the hustle always (which is impossible). So, never had to rob anyone to pay for the habit.

The way I used functionally was to not take the biggest fucking dose every single time. If I had things to do, I would cut the dose back. As an addict, you fluctuate between Heaven and Hell depending on whether or not you can obtain drugs. If you have to do shit on Earth, you measure your dose to be in the middle. Yes, you can measure your dose…you do a test shot of the batch that you got and go from there. Also, you can judge the potency by observation when you know what it is supposed to be…but you always do a prudent dose when you don’t know.

So if I had somewhere to be, I did a reasonable dose that put me at about a 6 out of 10 and then did business in a pretty good mood. Opiates do not interfere with thought or coordination like alcohol…any fuck ups on opiates are about the same thing as if you were too sleepy, and happen because you took too much. Don’t take too much. Save that for the shot when you get home, and all that needs to be done is to nod off in front of the TV, or play WoW (level grinding is wonderful with smack).

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My First Night On Death Row As An Innocent Man

February 6, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

Anthony Graves was convicted in 1994 for killing six people in 1992. He was exonerated in 2010 after having served 18 and a half years in prison, 16 of which were spent in solitary confinement and 12 of which were on death row. The prosecutor in Graves’ case was eventually disbarred for misconduct, and Texas had to pay Graves $1.45 million in compensation for the damage the state had done to him.

Below is an excerpt from Graves’ recently published book, “Infinite Hope: How Wrongful Conviction, Solitary Confinement, and 12 years on Death Row Failed to Kill My Soul

 

Early November 1994: Entering the Lion’s Den

I arrived at death row on November 1, 1994, the same year director Frank Darabont turned Stephen King’s novella “Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption”into the now classic movie about a wrongfully convicted banker and his wise black friend. A green stone tower at the entrance to the Ellis Unit prison looked a little like the structures that rose from the Maine dirt in that film. A white female guard stood atop the tower. A pistol holstered to her hip, she also held a rifle in her right hand. She looked to be in her 50s, and her Southern drawl told me she’d been plucked from a roster of job applicants who lived somewhere nearby.

“You’re in the wrong place!” she hollered down from the tower to the officer that brought me to the gates. “You’ve got to run him over to the diagnostic unit. They’ll process him there.”

Processing took a few minutes. Agents of the state asked my name. They took down some information and scribbled a few indecipherable words onto paper. I did a lot of waiting. A few minutes later, we returned to the green tower with the female overseer. The officer who brought me there placed his gun and some paperwork into a plastic bucket attached to a rope. The woman in the tower pulled up the officer’s supplies like a banker sucking a drive-through deposit through the magic transport tubes.

I closed my eyes to block the shining sun. The gate opened and three officers placed their hands on me. They let me walk at my own pace toward death row. I tried to take in the scene. It wasn’t much to behold. Death row is intimidating. It’s designed as a testament to the ultimate power of the state to kill and control its citizens. I knew what had happened at my trial, but I still wasn’t quite sure how I ended up there.

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A Day In The Life Of An Opiate Addict

January 31, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

The alarm goes off at 6:15 a.m., but I’ve already been half awake, tossing and turning for the last couple of hours. I slither out of bed, turn on the shower and stand in the mirror in my usual morning daze.

I don’t look into the mirror, why bother? My soul is gone, and I can’t stand the person looking back at me. Before brushing my teeth, I open the drawer and without hesitation, quick as I can, I grab a couple of pills. In one motion I swallow the “relief” and guzzle some water. I take a peak at the bottle. Oh no. I just had 120 last week, now I’m down to 20 or so. My heart begins pounding, my mind begins to race, and my entire body begins to sweat. Of course, I’ve been sweating for several hours because while I slept my withdrawals have begun. As I step into the shower I begin to wonder, where will I get more this time? Here we go again.

 I brace myself for the pain. I slowly get into the water and each drop is like a bullet at close range hitting my skin. Do I wash my hair? I know that is going to hurt even worse. I know this comes from the pain pills. What I will later learn is the pain comes from the lack of endorphins my body has stopped making. My achy body is an open canvas of raw nerves. I hurry through the shower, hoping the pills will kick in. As I dry off, I find myself fishing for more pills. I know I shouldn’t. I’m running low fast. But, as always, I can’t stop myself. This time, I grab two Norco (a pain pill) and one Soma (a muscle relaxer). I have to go to work soon so I don’t want to be too high. Oh, what the heck, one more muscle relaxer won’t hurt.

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This Is Where Your Food Is Coming From

January 18, 2018 | 18 Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

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95% of egg-laying hens spend their lives in battery cages. Battery cages commonly hold 5–10 birds, and each chicken may be given an amount of floor space equivalent to less than a sheet of letter-size paper. Constantly rubbing against and standing on wire cages, hens suffer severe feather loss, and their bodies become covered with bruises and abrasions.

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There were more than 5.8 million pigs used for breeding in the United States in 2011, most of whom were confined to gestation crates, typically lined up row after row in large sheds. These naturally curious and intelligent animals are first impregnated at 7 months of age and live out their lives in a cycle of pregnancy, birth, and nursing until they are eventually sent to slaughter.

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Confessions Of ‘Comfort Women’ Of WW2

January 17, 2018 | 3 Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

Japan’s military applied the euphemism “comfort women” to describe women of conquered countries who were forced into sexual slavery and raped by Japanese soldiers. Historian Yoshiaki Yoshimi found incontrovertible evidence that the Japanese built about 2,000 “comfort stations” around Asia where Japanese soldiers could rape native women. These 2,000 rape centers held as many as 200,000 women from Korea, the Philippines and other countries. Here are some of these women’s stories:

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One day in June, at the age of 13, I had to prepare lunch for my parents who were working in the field and so I went to the village well to fetch water. A Japanese garrison soldier surprised me there and took me away, so that my parents never knew what had happened to their daughter. I was taken to the police station in a truck, where I was raped by several policemen. When I shouted, they put socks in my mouth and continued to rape me. The head of the police station hit me in my left eye because I was crying. That day I lost my eyesight in the left eye.

After 10 days or so, I was taken to the Japanese army garrison barracks in Heysan City. There were around 400 other Korean young girls with me and we had to serve over 5,000 Japanese soldiers as sex slaves every day – up to 40 men per day. Each time I protested, they hit me or stuffed rags in my mouth. One held a matchstick to my private parts until I obeyed him. My private parts were oozing with blood.

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Confessions Of A Man Who Lived Through Stalin’s Communist Dictatorship

January 8, 2018 | 12 Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

How did Russians generally feel about Stalin during the time? Was support mostly fear based, or did propaganda play a bigger role?

He was supported by fear because any indication of disagreement with his line would lead to exile in the best case and to execution in the worst.

I’ve always wondered how omnipresent the state surveillance apparatus was. Was there such a thing as a normal daily life or could you feel the state breathing down your neck at all times? Could you afford to be more relaxed outside of urban centres or was it just impossible to avoid?

It was impossible to avoid, but people tried to ignore it because any appearance of fear would only increase their suspicion. This doesn’t mean that every single person was followed, but the possibility of it was enough to terrorize the population. It was more intense in towns and cities than in villages.

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19 Survivors Of Suicide Reveal Their First Thoughts After Realizing They Hadn’t Succeeded

January 4, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: TRUTH |

1. “Fuck I’m still here”

 I almost don’t want to share this because I don’t know if it’s helpful for people who are going through it right now. But I’ve seen and read so many accounts of people who changed their mind when it seemed to be too late, or realised all their problems were insignificant once they were almost dead. But that didn’t happen to me.

When I started vomiting blood and bile, all I could think was “I really hope I’m not throwing up the pills right now”. I also felt disgusting and ashamed, but I didn’t want to live and I didn’t change my mind. When I woke up I was covered in blood (some from vomit, but a lot from my arms and legs which I’d absolutely shredded with a blade.) there was sick all over the floor and in my hair, and my clothes and face were wet with tears. I was a mess, and I felt like I’d fucked up my life in every possible way, and I have never felt so disappointed or disgusted with myself than when I properly realised it hadn’t worked.

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