It's been common to say that those whom we disagree with are spreaders of lies. Especially when it comes to matters of social justice and politics. In the States, there is this fiery line between Fox News and CNN with little space for no-man's land. And then those who try to make space are often …
Continue reading #FakeNews Is a Myth, Change My Mind: Statistics and Other Cop-Outs
For the typical American, ages sixteen to eighteen are the transition years—the years where we leave the freedom of childhood to embrace the responsibilities of adulthood. We leave our playful dreams and accept society's expectations, to choose a university that will offer some degree of "approved" value. We forget the liberties of the American Dream …
Before I start this thing, let me tell you this: Yes, you can vote without a social security number. Both voting and drafting are usually registered for when applying for a drivers license. There may be other methods, but that's what I'm most familiar with. I was raised around people who believed it was best …
It started with a desire to exist. It grew into a need to know what it means to exist. It became a passion for wanting to connect others, so that we all might grow together in our personal and societal existence. The Girl Who Doesn't Exist dreamed to knit others into her story, so that …
Because Earth is currently impaired, I clean houses only about one or two days a week rather than my normal full five-plus ten-hour days. One such day, I returned home after cleaning three houses and collapsed on the couch. "You busy tomorrow?" My dad asked. "I have one house, but I can move it around. What's …
Truman Lamb, age seventeen. Truman Lamb, father of hundreds. This is the man who chose not to exist, and as a result I have the life I now live. Or more like, he chose to continue existing as the rest of the world accepted a number. A number that he correctly predicted to someday become …
Continue reading One Man’s Choice and the Decisions His Descendants Made
Increasingly, we are being forced to recognize the reality and repercussions of where this lockdown is leading us nationally, and even globally. In the name of “voluntary caution” we’ve hidden in our homes, striving to save our own necks or the necks of those we love. But the morning is rising, and when we throw …
Siblings and I, pushing even our shadows into a future we wish to live in It's time to take a break from talking of family heritage, and write a little on current affairs ... At first, I laughed. It's not that I never believed what was happening ... I just never expected the paranoia to actually become so organized. …
In one of my first blog posts I shared about how my great-grandfather chose to not receive his social security number and why he thought it was the Mark of the Beast. In this blog post I am going to share why I have also chosen to not receive the number, and why I believe …
I am no longer human, merely another number. Nothing more than cattle, to be done with as they see fit. My face is invisible; all that matters is the string of digits tattooed on my skin—this is me, I am theirs. This is my identity, this is my prison. Do I exist? Am I alive? …
