Dear RCDP,
I am writing this to you as I lay upstairs with a mask on, quarantined away from my baby because I have simple cold. A simple cold that because of you, could be as serious as taking a life from a RCDP child.
From the first time I heard your name, I knew you weren’t good. I knew you were a bad thing. From day one I started my fight with you and I haven’t stopped and I certainly won’t.
You are an evil disease that likes to take away. You take big things and small things and I am tired of you getting away with it.
You take abilities from innocent loving children who are more than deserving of the things you viciously rip away.
I was harshly introduced to you on a day that should have been one of the best. I met you the day after my sweet...
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“I asked the Lord, with the help of all my faith, to come to my aid, to come and help us forgive you.”
I’m 18 and I’m Catholic. Today, like every Monday, as I left class, I went to have a cup of coffee on the patio of a café. Nothing amazing really. The coffee didn’t taste different from last week, the waitress’s smile was no different and the regulars were sitting at the same tables. Like every Monday I took yesterday’s newspaper out of my bag almost mechanically and skimmed the headlines.
But I don’t recognize the newspaper that I flip through every week. The logo is at half mast, and there is only one headline: “Sorrow and Anger.”
What Should I Do?
A picture of a man crying in front of a bouquet of flowers, candles and a French flag made the headlines. A man, tears, sorrow...
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Brother Terrorist:
Tell me, what did you feel? When you looked into the terrorized eyes of your brother and you triggered his absence in this life… when innocent men and women begged for mercy, cried out to the humanity that runs through your veins, and you denied your human condition. What did you feel?
Here, in the West, this world that you hate so much, we say that you are a miserable, heartless terrorist, a despicable person; yet, nevertheless, I am sure that you have loved another, perhaps a woman; that your heart beat to the rhythms of pain and pity when cries of pain and grief reach your ears. Because, we are men.
Brother terrorist, I’m sorry if I can’t find space in my heart for how you have completely abdicated from your humanity. For this reason I ask: “What did you feel...
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You were devastated. Absolute shock. Your daughter was brought in this morning unresponsive. She was a DOA, but also only 18 so we gave her our best shot. We worked her over for a good 45 minutes. There was no coming back from a closed skull fracture like that. We wouldn’t tell you, but we fanned out her hair so that you wouldn’t see the extent of swelling that had occurred. No parent should have to see their baby like that.
And I had to stand next to my physician while he broke the news in as best a way possible. Correction, there is no “best” way. It is empty, sucking and pulling, crashing and shattering news. Your world has one less person in it now.
No, she probably didn’t suffer. The car crash, that left one in critical condition and two others with moderate injuries, happened...
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To the family in the red SUV at Tim Horton's today,
Yes I am a big 280 lbs guy with motorcycles and full of tattoos, I am a welder, I am loud, I drink beer, I swear and I look like I would eat your soul if you stare at me wrong.
What you don't know is that I have been happily married for 11 years, my kids call me daddy, i am a college graduate, my mother is proud of me and tells everyone how lucky she is to have such a wonderful son, my nieces and nephews are always happy to see there m'noncl Luc, when my daughter broke her arm I cried more than she did. I read books, i help people, I go out of my way to thank war veterans and I even cried at Armageddon
So next time I smile and say hi to your little girl and you grab her and tell her "No no dear we don't talk to dirty bikers"...
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Here is an idea that I hope will appeal to LSD prisoners. If it works, it could help in two ways. It could get the word out to the public that LSD is not the evil monster government propaganda pretends it is, and it could - just could - speed the end of Prohibition and the injustice of sentencing people who use LSD to prison. The two goals are related. Both are meant to swing public opinion against Prohibition and the War on Drugs.
The idea is for LSD prisoners to write down your thoughts about LSD: what LSD means to you personally, how it has benefited you and how it can benefit society, the government's reasons for banning it, and so forth. In addition to saying why you think LSD is a good thing (if you do), the idea is to describe the unethical behavior and terror tactics used...
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Last year, I was thrown into the volcano of $hame by the mainstream media. I caught a glimpse of what goes on behind the curtain as the media markets our flaws directly to us.
Like many women, I’ve had my share of body/age issues without ever considering how these thoughts originated. I knew the media played a part in shaping negative self-talk, but never understood how calculated it was, until I was personally sucked into the machine. I got a front row seat and a backstage pass to one of America’s biggest exports: the big business of $hame.
On June 9th, 2014, an article went viral about me in the New York Post,, worldwide: “Singer Sued for Being Too Old and Too Ugly for P!NK Tribute Band”. Underneath the shocking headline was a photo of me that looked straight out of a Britney-...
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Dear Heroin,
I am writing you this letter to formally tell you goodbye. I was more loyal, faithful, dedicated and infatuated with you that I have ever been with anybody in my life. You were my first thought waking in the morning and my last one in bed at night. There was never a distance far enough to keep me from you. I have never had anybody who I knew I could always depend on.. somebody always there waiting to embrace me with open arms, no questions asked. With you I could be myself, it didn’t matter if I was at my best or my worst, you never looked at me differently. You never gave up on me or decided I wasn’t worth staying with. In your presence I had finally found everything I had ever wanted. Everything I had ever needed. Everything that little girl that I was all of those years...
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An open letter from Charlie Sheen:
Roughly four years ago, I suddenly found myself in the throws of a seismic and debilitating three-day cluster-migraine-like headache. I was emergently hospitalized with what I believed to be a brain tumor or perhaps some unknown pathology. I was partially correct. Following a battery of endless tests, that included a hideous spinal tap, it was sadly and shockingly revealed to me that I was, in fact, positive for HIV.
The news was a "mule kick" to my soul. Those impossible words I absorbed and then tried to convince myself, that I was stuck, suspended, or even stranded inside some kind of alternate reality or nightmare, were to the absolute contrary. I was awake. It was true… reality.
Under the brilliant and perfect care of Dr. Robert Huizenga as...
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Dear Paris,
I bear the name of the Republic; that bare-chested allegory wielding a tricolour flag, symbol of liberty, equality, fraternity. But since its inception this triumvirate of principles has been put to test through wars waged and threats received.
Nightmarish atrocities that our very own Amelie Nothomb couldn’t pen or dream up took place last Friday. I was left appalled, sad, and deeply frightened; why us, why here, why now? How can we nurse a disease that is so abominable that we, the people of Europe, would have never thought it possible?
I am not French. Now living in London for creativity’s sake I was born and bred in Brussels, Belgium to Cameroonian parents. My memories of Brussels are fond; my memories of Brussels are frightening. Brussels is verbal oppression for...
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