Raised not to question…

When you raise a child not to question, then you are not raising a child… you are molding a mini me… never have seen the movies, but the analogy fits…

I watch and listen as friends and family raise their kids and influence their grandkids… What amazes me is the fact they push their man-made god on children with impressionable minds… With all the corruption in religion and the American right-wing conservative bigotry for the whole world to see, you would think people would wake up… but that is not how brain washing works… they have to be told the difference between right and wrong… They were never taught the difference between right and wrong…

When you throw superstitions into raising kids, you confuse the issue and they have no real clue what to believe and the cycle of bigotry continues… just as it has for thousands of years…

Its like being in the Matrix… you have finally woke up and you see the world for what it really is… 

Power hungry, manipulative people who have a certain amount of the human population who just have to believe in and follow… and if they jumped off a bridge, so would the followers… its called mass hysteria… or You just can’t fix stupid… your choice…

When we raise our kids not to question, we are not raising our kids, we are brainwashing them…

I raised mine to question… they may not always get it right… just like they are doing right now… but in time, if they question and they look at all the options… they will choose the right or wrong path for them… it is after all their choice as it is yours…

My choice is reality and will always be reality… it’s a cold bed fellow at times… but the rewards are so worth it… Evolution is a proven fact… Religion is based on superstition and fear… I’ll take reality and face my fear and let it pass through me and only I will remain… being alone is so much better than having that demon god screwing with you all the time…

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I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...