Monday, July 27, 2015
Honor Flight Philly - Help Send a Vet To Honor Flight!
I created a fund campaign to send 2 WWII Vets to Honor Flight, please consider donating. https://www.rwnjfunding.com/campaigns/honor-flight
Honor Flight - Show Your Appreciation To Our Greatest Generation!
Anyone who knows me knows that attending the homecoming of Honor Flight (Philly) made a huge emotional/powerful impact on my life.
I had watched the Honor Flight documentary a year prior (maybe 2 years?) and was very moved by the sacrifice of the Greatest Generation. I've watched increasingly as our Military (and those who protect us) has been attacked by media and, more disturbingly, by the present administration in the White House.
What you may not know - is that I've also been concerned that most tech companies are run by liberal leaning owners (yet they sure do love capitalism when it comes to their bank accounts!)
I was really excited when I learned that one (very funny!) local person (who was inspired by a book he read about the story of Twitter) launched a crowd-funding source based on values inspired by moderates/independents/right. RWNJ FUNDING is a crowd-sourcing platform that rivals GoFundMe and Indiegogo.
People often complain that there is no alternative to lefty social media - well, now there is. And I hope this inspires more people to start facebook/twitter platforms.
I am proud to say I'm the first to give this a try!
And for me, raising money to send WWII Vets on an Honor Flight was the perfect charity to raise money for.
If you have something or someone you'd like to raise money for, please don't hesitate to join me.
Here's my link to donate: https://www.rwnjfunding.com/campaigns/honor-flight
I had watched the Honor Flight documentary a year prior (maybe 2 years?) and was very moved by the sacrifice of the Greatest Generation. I've watched increasingly as our Military (and those who protect us) has been attacked by media and, more disturbingly, by the present administration in the White House.
What you may not know - is that I've also been concerned that most tech companies are run by liberal leaning owners (yet they sure do love capitalism when it comes to their bank accounts!)
I was really excited when I learned that one (very funny!) local person (who was inspired by a book he read about the story of Twitter) launched a crowd-funding source based on values inspired by moderates/independents/right. RWNJ FUNDING is a crowd-sourcing platform that rivals GoFundMe and Indiegogo.
People often complain that there is no alternative to lefty social media - well, now there is. And I hope this inspires more people to start facebook/twitter platforms.
I am proud to say I'm the first to give this a try!
And for me, raising money to send WWII Vets on an Honor Flight was the perfect charity to raise money for.
If you have something or someone you'd like to raise money for, please don't hesitate to join me.
Here's my link to donate: https://www.rwnjfunding.com/campaigns/honor-flight
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Amazon Publishes Fake Ann Coulter Book
If you recall my frustration (and disbelief) when I discovered that Amazon had deleted my five star (verified purchases!) for Conservative books and one star reviews for Liberal leaning books. Then they took away my "review' privileges because they said I violated something when I asked WHY - I wanted proof - they re-instated me within hours (they never act that quickly).
Today I noticed a fake book being sold as Ann Coulter's "Adios America" - Amazon has very very strict guidelines and any self-published author on Amazon will tell you- it couldn't have happened without some help from the inside.
Here's the story when I first discovered Amazon had deleted my political reviews: Amazon Targeting Conservatives?
Publishing is a very very liberal world. I don't think as a whole they are targeting people on the right, but I do believe there are a few people working on the inside who are disrupting and pushing their liberal agenda.
Anyway - I hope that's all it is.
Today I noticed a fake book being sold as Ann Coulter's "Adios America" - Amazon has very very strict guidelines and any self-published author on Amazon will tell you- it couldn't have happened without some help from the inside.
Here's the story when I first discovered Amazon had deleted my political reviews: Amazon Targeting Conservatives?
Publishing is a very very liberal world. I don't think as a whole they are targeting people on the right, but I do believe there are a few people working on the inside who are disrupting and pushing their liberal agenda.
Anyway - I hope that's all it is.
Monday, July 13, 2015
When My High-school Best Friend Slept With A Teacher - A Lesson in Mob Mentality
My best friend and I were walking home from high school – it was either Freshman or Sophomore year, I can’t remember as I’m bad with dates, times.
But where I am bad with actual dates, I can clearly remember emotions. I remember the exact place where I was when she told me she was having an affair with the cutest teacher in school. In our very small Catholic school.
We were walking along the baseball field. It was spring. An unseasonably warm day. I had thought I knew my best friend – really knew her.
And yet, when she said, “I have something to tell you. You can’t tell anyone.” I had no clue, NONE, as to what she was going to confide in me.
“Mr. W and I are having an affair.”
I was horrified.
I remember staring at the ground. Then looking at the blooming flowers. I remember the smell of lilacs.
I remember a feeling of nausea and wanting desperately to rewind time.
And you have to know that I was probably one of the craziest, zaniest, “do what feels good” type of teenagers. I usually went against the grain. I got an F in religion for “asking too many questions.” I admired Madonna (Like a Virgin) not Madonna (like a pregnant Virgin).
And so that is probably why she thought her secret was safe with me. And it was – until her mother found the LETTERS he wrote to her.
I think I was probably one of the first to be sexually active – and not because I was really interested in it, but because I wanted to be the first of my friends. I wanted to be as cool as the Madonna (the singer). I wanted to experience what the articles in the magazine Cosmopolitan assured me was my RIGHT, my privilege, my ‘power.’
Sex with teachers (in a very small town) was not something that really even entered my mind. This was pre- internet. Pre “Teacher Sleeps With Students" as everyday headlines.
And yet, I was deeply horrified.
Mr. W was a married man with kids.
Mr. W was a friend to my best-friends parents. He and his wife attended BBQ’s and parties with my BFF’s family.
I just knew, with unflinching sureness, it was horribly wrong. It had nothing to do with religion. It had everything to do with betrayal. A wife. Children. Friends.
And then, there were students. Mr. W’s betrayal of students, of the parents of students who trusted him.
She assured me they hadn’t “gone all the way” – that it was stolen moments of oral sex in our classrooms.
My BFF felt special – out of all the very pretty girls in our school – she was the one he chose.
I didn’t feel so sure about this – I felt that she was the one he chose to dupe. I didn’t envy her at all. She really believed he loved her.
But how could one believe a man would love you if he was cheating on his wife, on his children, on the school (a Catholic school!).
She came from a great family. A big family. A loving family. A mother that joked about sex and was more of a friend than a parent. I loved her family.
I could barely look at Mr. W the next day at school, or the days that followed. I had no one to turn to – no one to confide in. I remember warning my BFF that is just didn’t seem right. But a grown-up, a handsome, very popular grown up ‘loved’ her – she couldn’t see, she wouldn’t see, why this might be harmful to her confidence, to her spirit.
And then, when she was out of town visiting relatives, her mother and father arrived at my house.
Her mother asked me to please come out to the car.
It was a station wagon. I slid into the backseat, sitting on the edge. In the rear view mirror I could see the face of my BFF’s father. He had tears in his eyes. I’d never seen a grown man cry.
I thought my BFF had died. Why else would her mother and father be at my house?
They quickly assured me she was okay.
Then her mother started crying. She asked me to please be honest with her. She said she knew I was a good friend and very loyal, but for the safety of my BFF- she begged me to be honest.
“Is she having an affair with a teacher?”
I remember not answering. What do I do? What do I say?
I was angry I’d been placed in this situation. Watching parents CRYING because a teacher had betrayed them. Stolen the innocence of their oldest child.
Do the right thing. It’s what I’ve always been told. But loyalty to me was top of that ‘right’ list. Because if you don’t have loyalty, if you don’t have trust, what do you have?
And then, they made it very, very easy for me.
“I found letters. Behind her bathroom mirror. I was cleaning her room. I wanted to surprise her. I wasn’t even looking for anything. I found letters. I just need to know if it’s true.”
She couldn’t believe it. Was it some kind of joke? Was it real? How could this be true?
All at once I was relieved.
My decision was easy. I couldn’t lie to her parents in the face of evidence (and what kind of STUPID teacher writes his student love letters!!!)
“Yes. It’s true.”
There was much crying. Her father started openly crying. Her mother was sobbing. I was crying.
I dreaded what would happen when I’d have to face my BFF again. I couldn’t text her to warn her. I couldn’t even call her as she was out of town and I didn’t have the number.
Of course, she was angry and hurt when she found out I had confirmed to her parents.
Mr. W was forced to resign. He (and his family) moved out of town.
Did I mention that he was a popular, well loved teacher?
I learned about ‘mob’ mentality early in life. I learned about illogical ideas, illogical people. I learned early about hypocrisy.
For the cold shoulder I got from my friend was understandable, but the anger I received from the upper classmen because their beloved teacher was forced to resign, to move, was shocking.
The football coach (and PE teacher) called me into his office.
“Why did you do that?”
I was flustered. Why did I do that?
I was at fault?
Not the grown ass teacher sleeping with an impressionable student?
“Do you think she is the first one? Do you think this doesn’t go on? Do you think I haven’t had affairs?” And then he proceeded to name some girls who had graduated the year before. Pretty, popular, girls.
I had liked him (the football coach PE teacher) prior to this beatdown I was getting. Again, I never ever suspected, nor had I even heard any rumors about girls having sex with teachers. He told me if I breathed a word, he’d make my life miserable at school.
There was no “Google” back then. No place to go to find out if this was happening to other people (teachers having sex with students, teachers threating students for ‘whistle-blowing’). Of course, I did tell my close friends what the gym teacher had said, but we were all intimidated and afraid to say anything. It was a small school. You couldn’t exactly get lost in the crowd.
I learned sometimes it was easier not to raise hell when it came to the truth if it meant the difference between living comfortably or living in fear of retaliation.
I learned that even if you have a family that seems to have it all – loving parents, great brothers and sisters, great friends, it won’t protect you.
I learned that sex is confused with love and both can destroy.
After graduation, my BFF ran into Mr. W. He was in town with the team he was now coaching.
Despite all of the heartache and pain that Mr. W had inflicted on so many people, my BFF still held a romantic idea of him. She always regretted they didn’t “go all the way.”
Well, that night, many years later, my now married BFF and Mr. W (who was still married to the woman he had cheated on) – left the bar, rendezvoused on a dirt road, and consummated what they hadn’t when she was a young teenager.
When she told me, she was a bit ashamed – more so that her husband would find out – but more than anything, I think she was proud. “He still wanted me.”
To the outside world, she is the perfect mother, wife, and friend.
I bring up this story now because I was thinking of how illogical people can be. How popular opinion can turn what is true and right (teachers shouldn’t take advantage of young kids) – a true friend wouldn’t sleep with your teenage child – into hate against the person who committed no wrong other than telling the truth.
People often criticize me for standing up when I see other people being manipulated. They think I’m crazy for going against the grain.
It took me a-long time (and many mistakes) to realize that character is everything. Thinking individually is everything.
I see the way sex is portrayed as a ‘right’ – not something to be honored between loving, people in a committed union.
And the conflict! Women are taught that using sex is powerful. That sleeping around it powerful. That being free with sex is liberating.
And then they accuse men of raping them when he doesn’t call back.
They complain that men treat them as objects – meanwhile they dress like Beyonce and leave nothing to the imagination.
In my lifetime, sex has never, ever been ‘oppressive,’ though certainly, it has increasingly seeped into YA literature, movies, tv, songs – really, there is no escape from the taunting of lizard brain desires and, just like when you’re not hungry but you see a commercial for a fabulous pizza or smell steak on a BBQ, you want it.
In a society where ‘everyone’ is openly having sex, bragging about sex; it seems to me if you want to be truly remarkable and individual, you will save your sex for the person who truly respects you. You won’t allow society to tell you there must be something wrong with you for not wanting to put out.
There are many things that happened in my past that shaped me into being outspoken and unconventional – but there is no doubt that the experience of Mr. W and my best friend; the fallout that occurred after, is one defining episode of my life.
My ‘teachers’ and my peers may have intimidated me into being ‘quiet’ when I was a teenager, but I am no longer that impressionable, and certainly no longer enraptured with what society and culture tell me I’m missing out on.
Know that as a parent, you can do all the right things, and still, if a pervert wants to take advantage of your child, he will. From experience I can tell you it is a MYTH that girls seek the attention of men if/when their fathers’ are not ‘involved.’
Girls seek the attention of men because A)It is part of nature. B)Because everything in society tell you to be of importance, you must be half of a whole.
Watch what your kids read. It is hard for me to find any Young Adult books that don’t contain sex, drugs, and violence not as a warning, but as desirable.
Don’t count on the church to give your children morals and values. Or anyone else for that matter. You need to instill that in them, and more importantly, you need to show them by YOUR action (something I learned a bit too late!).
Well, that’s all I have to say. Maybe not quite. I hope Mr. W and my old gym teacher have a constant case of genital warts. And I hope the wives’ they cheated on wised up, divorced them, and got a big fat alimony check.
But where I am bad with actual dates, I can clearly remember emotions. I remember the exact place where I was when she told me she was having an affair with the cutest teacher in school. In our very small Catholic school.
We were walking along the baseball field. It was spring. An unseasonably warm day. I had thought I knew my best friend – really knew her.
And yet, when she said, “I have something to tell you. You can’t tell anyone.” I had no clue, NONE, as to what she was going to confide in me.
“Mr. W and I are having an affair.”
I was horrified.
I remember staring at the ground. Then looking at the blooming flowers. I remember the smell of lilacs.
I remember a feeling of nausea and wanting desperately to rewind time.
And you have to know that I was probably one of the craziest, zaniest, “do what feels good” type of teenagers. I usually went against the grain. I got an F in religion for “asking too many questions.” I admired Madonna (Like a Virgin) not Madonna (like a pregnant Virgin).
And so that is probably why she thought her secret was safe with me. And it was – until her mother found the LETTERS he wrote to her.
I think I was probably one of the first to be sexually active – and not because I was really interested in it, but because I wanted to be the first of my friends. I wanted to be as cool as the Madonna (the singer). I wanted to experience what the articles in the magazine Cosmopolitan assured me was my RIGHT, my privilege, my ‘power.’
Sex with teachers (in a very small town) was not something that really even entered my mind. This was pre- internet. Pre “Teacher Sleeps With Students" as everyday headlines.
And yet, I was deeply horrified.
Mr. W was a married man with kids.
Mr. W was a friend to my best-friends parents. He and his wife attended BBQ’s and parties with my BFF’s family.
I just knew, with unflinching sureness, it was horribly wrong. It had nothing to do with religion. It had everything to do with betrayal. A wife. Children. Friends.
And then, there were students. Mr. W’s betrayal of students, of the parents of students who trusted him.
She assured me they hadn’t “gone all the way” – that it was stolen moments of oral sex in our classrooms.
My BFF felt special – out of all the very pretty girls in our school – she was the one he chose.
I didn’t feel so sure about this – I felt that she was the one he chose to dupe. I didn’t envy her at all. She really believed he loved her.
But how could one believe a man would love you if he was cheating on his wife, on his children, on the school (a Catholic school!).
She came from a great family. A big family. A loving family. A mother that joked about sex and was more of a friend than a parent. I loved her family.
I could barely look at Mr. W the next day at school, or the days that followed. I had no one to turn to – no one to confide in. I remember warning my BFF that is just didn’t seem right. But a grown-up, a handsome, very popular grown up ‘loved’ her – she couldn’t see, she wouldn’t see, why this might be harmful to her confidence, to her spirit.
And then, when she was out of town visiting relatives, her mother and father arrived at my house.
Her mother asked me to please come out to the car.
It was a station wagon. I slid into the backseat, sitting on the edge. In the rear view mirror I could see the face of my BFF’s father. He had tears in his eyes. I’d never seen a grown man cry.
I thought my BFF had died. Why else would her mother and father be at my house?
They quickly assured me she was okay.
Then her mother started crying. She asked me to please be honest with her. She said she knew I was a good friend and very loyal, but for the safety of my BFF- she begged me to be honest.
“Is she having an affair with a teacher?”
I remember not answering. What do I do? What do I say?
I was angry I’d been placed in this situation. Watching parents CRYING because a teacher had betrayed them. Stolen the innocence of their oldest child.
Do the right thing. It’s what I’ve always been told. But loyalty to me was top of that ‘right’ list. Because if you don’t have loyalty, if you don’t have trust, what do you have?
And then, they made it very, very easy for me.
“I found letters. Behind her bathroom mirror. I was cleaning her room. I wanted to surprise her. I wasn’t even looking for anything. I found letters. I just need to know if it’s true.”
She couldn’t believe it. Was it some kind of joke? Was it real? How could this be true?
All at once I was relieved.
My decision was easy. I couldn’t lie to her parents in the face of evidence (and what kind of STUPID teacher writes his student love letters!!!)
“Yes. It’s true.”
There was much crying. Her father started openly crying. Her mother was sobbing. I was crying.
I dreaded what would happen when I’d have to face my BFF again. I couldn’t text her to warn her. I couldn’t even call her as she was out of town and I didn’t have the number.
Of course, she was angry and hurt when she found out I had confirmed to her parents.
Mr. W was forced to resign. He (and his family) moved out of town.
Did I mention that he was a popular, well loved teacher?
I learned about ‘mob’ mentality early in life. I learned about illogical ideas, illogical people. I learned early about hypocrisy.
For the cold shoulder I got from my friend was understandable, but the anger I received from the upper classmen because their beloved teacher was forced to resign, to move, was shocking.
The football coach (and PE teacher) called me into his office.
“Why did you do that?”
I was flustered. Why did I do that?
I was at fault?
Not the grown ass teacher sleeping with an impressionable student?
“Do you think she is the first one? Do you think this doesn’t go on? Do you think I haven’t had affairs?” And then he proceeded to name some girls who had graduated the year before. Pretty, popular, girls.
I had liked him (the football coach PE teacher) prior to this beatdown I was getting. Again, I never ever suspected, nor had I even heard any rumors about girls having sex with teachers. He told me if I breathed a word, he’d make my life miserable at school.
There was no “Google” back then. No place to go to find out if this was happening to other people (teachers having sex with students, teachers threating students for ‘whistle-blowing’). Of course, I did tell my close friends what the gym teacher had said, but we were all intimidated and afraid to say anything. It was a small school. You couldn’t exactly get lost in the crowd.
I learned sometimes it was easier not to raise hell when it came to the truth if it meant the difference between living comfortably or living in fear of retaliation.
I learned that even if you have a family that seems to have it all – loving parents, great brothers and sisters, great friends, it won’t protect you.
I learned that sex is confused with love and both can destroy.
After graduation, my BFF ran into Mr. W. He was in town with the team he was now coaching.
Despite all of the heartache and pain that Mr. W had inflicted on so many people, my BFF still held a romantic idea of him. She always regretted they didn’t “go all the way.”
Well, that night, many years later, my now married BFF and Mr. W (who was still married to the woman he had cheated on) – left the bar, rendezvoused on a dirt road, and consummated what they hadn’t when she was a young teenager.
When she told me, she was a bit ashamed – more so that her husband would find out – but more than anything, I think she was proud. “He still wanted me.”
To the outside world, she is the perfect mother, wife, and friend.
I bring up this story now because I was thinking of how illogical people can be. How popular opinion can turn what is true and right (teachers shouldn’t take advantage of young kids) – a true friend wouldn’t sleep with your teenage child – into hate against the person who committed no wrong other than telling the truth.
People often criticize me for standing up when I see other people being manipulated. They think I’m crazy for going against the grain.
It took me a-long time (and many mistakes) to realize that character is everything. Thinking individually is everything.
I see the way sex is portrayed as a ‘right’ – not something to be honored between loving, people in a committed union.
And the conflict! Women are taught that using sex is powerful. That sleeping around it powerful. That being free with sex is liberating.
And then they accuse men of raping them when he doesn’t call back.
They complain that men treat them as objects – meanwhile they dress like Beyonce and leave nothing to the imagination.
In my lifetime, sex has never, ever been ‘oppressive,’ though certainly, it has increasingly seeped into YA literature, movies, tv, songs – really, there is no escape from the taunting of lizard brain desires and, just like when you’re not hungry but you see a commercial for a fabulous pizza or smell steak on a BBQ, you want it.
In a society where ‘everyone’ is openly having sex, bragging about sex; it seems to me if you want to be truly remarkable and individual, you will save your sex for the person who truly respects you. You won’t allow society to tell you there must be something wrong with you for not wanting to put out.
There are many things that happened in my past that shaped me into being outspoken and unconventional – but there is no doubt that the experience of Mr. W and my best friend; the fallout that occurred after, is one defining episode of my life.
My ‘teachers’ and my peers may have intimidated me into being ‘quiet’ when I was a teenager, but I am no longer that impressionable, and certainly no longer enraptured with what society and culture tell me I’m missing out on.
Know that as a parent, you can do all the right things, and still, if a pervert wants to take advantage of your child, he will. From experience I can tell you it is a MYTH that girls seek the attention of men if/when their fathers’ are not ‘involved.’
Girls seek the attention of men because A)It is part of nature. B)Because everything in society tell you to be of importance, you must be half of a whole.
Watch what your kids read. It is hard for me to find any Young Adult books that don’t contain sex, drugs, and violence not as a warning, but as desirable.
Don’t count on the church to give your children morals and values. Or anyone else for that matter. You need to instill that in them, and more importantly, you need to show them by YOUR action (something I learned a bit too late!).
Well, that’s all I have to say. Maybe not quite. I hope Mr. W and my old gym teacher have a constant case of genital warts. And I hope the wives’ they cheated on wised up, divorced them, and got a big fat alimony check.
Liberal Author Joseph Reagle Jr Attacks White Male "Christians"
in the book: " Reading the Comments: Likers, Haters, and Manipulators at the Bottom of the Web"
byJoseph M. Reagle Jr.
Though this book has some great nuggets of information in it (best selling authors who have created sock puppet accounts to go after reviewers or other authors) it doesn't really offer anything that people who have been active in forums don't already know. And I would suspect, for those who don't frequent comment sections (or rarely do) - they would care.
Though Reagle advocated for the right to have individual thought - unfortunately, he writes with bias of one that lives in the tower of academia. He can hardly veil his contempt for Conservative values as he describers "Preppers" as White Christian Conservative Males and gives an example of ONE man who allegedly has placed a gun in his 5 year old sons' bug out bag. Like Rachel Dozell, the Rolling Stone Magazine college "rape" story, it's difficult not to know if this video described by Reagle is an actual person, or a person that is an activist with the intent of dehumanizing truly independent thought.
I don't know many preppers, but I do know there is a "prepper" in the Amazon Vine program (or was...) and she is young, beautiful, and never brings religion up in any of her reviews.
And what if people are religious? Is that unacceptable? And why is it okay to make a blanket statement that "preppers are white male Christians" - that is like saying "terrorists are mostly black male Muslims" -
Most of the 'hate' directed at women online (I speak from experience) is from white male liberals who self-identify as atheists. This was mentioned in the book, except for the 'liberal' part.
Reagle also pointed out the Republican owner of a restaurant who was "flamed" on Yelp after hugging Obama who stopped in at his restaurant.
Reagle at no time points out all the horrible comments made to black conservatives like Ben Carson, Star Parker, Mia Love. He doesn't talk about the outpouring of hate for Ted Cruz or Mark Rubio.
He doesn't talk about the hate that Stacey Dash goes through, and did not mention one peep about how is attacked like a the guy who walks into a Sugar Addict meeting carrying free donuts.
This is a one sided narrative falling in line with collective thinking - offering nothing new.
An odd thing is - this book is being offered for free in the Amazon Vine. People who 'get things' in exchange for reviews often rate the product higher in order to 'rank up.'
So Reagle, himself, is trying to manipulate his ranking.
It's common sense people.
And at 15.00 bucks in the Kindle store - Reagle is obviously a great fan of capitalism - unless, of course, he plans on donating to the Hillary Clinton "Help Bring Back My Emails" campaign.
Not worth the value at 15.00 - maybe 2.99.
These are my Kindle Highlights which show examples of his pigeon holing of people on the right and religious people:
At YouTube, prepper reviewers are typically white Christian men who are concerned with an over-reaching big government, gun rights, and the collapse of civil society. Their slogan is “pray for the best, prepare for the worst.” As one blog posting noted, these folk are “completely obsessed with both gear and the idea of self-sufficiency. They prize durability and functionality in a product because their fervency makes them believe their livesRead more at location 835 • Delete this highlight
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(Flashlights and knives are fetishized objects that garner many reviews.)Read more at location 844 • Delete this highlight
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(I wonder, how often will his fifth grader need to carry an M4 or drag a wounded teammate?) One can even find someRead more at location 858 • Delete this highlight
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For instance, a creationist might post the same critical review across multiple books on evolution. She might do this from the same account or through multiple accounts, known as sockpuppets. Finally, reviewers might plagiarize their own reviews across products to increase their review count and credibility (although, as I discuss below, some top reviewers’ numbers lead to incredulity).Read more at location 957 • Delete this highlight
when Barack Obama visited a Florida pizza parlor. When the owner, a registered Republican, made the most of the visit by endorsing and embracing the president in a bear hug, the owner’s Yelp page exploded with hundreds of partisan, nonpizza-related comments.Read more at location 1066 • Delete this highlight
Aspen Matis - Spoiled Rich Girl Who Profits Off Rape Claim
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| Aspen Matis Profits Off Rape |
However, it does get worse when Aspen Matis opens her book with (Chapter One) - "I lived my first eighteen and a half years in a white Colonial in the idyllic town of Newton, Massachusetts."
Well, from there on, it is a tale of a very spoiled elite white girl who invites a guy to her freshman dorm, he has sex with her. She claims she was unwilling, and even though she was unwilling, she invites him to spend the night.
The college refuses to find her alleged rapist "guilty" because it is a he said she said and also, there is conflicting evidence (Mattress Girl anyone?) that she was more than willing.
Aspen then goes on a hike to prove her independence (funded by her family, of course), and meets, falls in love with, and marries a man she meets 10 days into her journey.
Well, so much for independence.
She consistently lashes out at her parents (who have provided for her).
It is hard for my to find any sympathy for a spoiled rich girl who willingly lived off her parents all the while throwing her middle finger at them.
I find it hard to believe her story is not simply a "LOOK AT ME" attempt to make money (capitalism! Horrible until, of course, you seek to profit!)
off a false narrative "WHITE GIRLS IN DANGER OF BEING RAPED ON CAMPUS."
Rolling Stone ran with an outright made up story of a rape on U of Va campus. Jezebel was all over that. The news (run by liberals) all over that.
Then months later, it's discovered it was all a lie. And not a peep from the mainstream media. Not a peep from Jezebel.
White girls being raped on campus - horrible!
But black girls being raped by privileged white men? Silence.
Jezebel hasn't mentioned Iasha Rivers. Liberal media hasn't mentioned Iasha Rivers.
And in the mean time - rich, elitist, (sorry I'm white but I'll take my parents money, I don't need a man but I DO) Aspen Matis scores a bookdeal about her traumatizing torture (I jest) of being "forced" to have sex.
All theses liberals in NYC - on the east coast, waxing poetic about the horrible racism in America, yet they reward liberal white rich chicks who profit off of a one night stand - and yet when a very beautiful young black woman goes to the ER because she is BLEEDING from her woman parts - after waking up in the home of a wealthy white lawyer after a party for Al Sharpton - you have liberal white female reporter for the New York Daily News writing a column saying that Iasha Rivers basically deserved it because "if you lay down with dogs you wake up with fleas."
Wake Up America. True racism? Look at the liberal world of publishing. They freely give money to their "own" (white privileged girls) and turn their backs on true victims (Iasha Rivers).
Saturday, July 4, 2015
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