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Im not ingorant to other nationalities unlike you Krisknox
let me guess just another corrupt american who saw too many movies as a child from a corrupt culture who thinks hes john wayne rambo marshall dylan.
I guess your assumption that I'm a stereotypical American is wrong.
As I child I did watch movies, but it's books that I have a true passion for. It's because of my book reading that I am as intelligent as I am today, but I don't brag about how 'intellectually superior' I am to others, I try to respect them and I do try to learn the customs of their country. Yes, I am familiar with the stereotypes of other countries, that British people have bad teeth and drink nothing but tea, that women from France never shave, but do you honestly believe that I believe them as heavily as you believe that I'm some evil fatwad with a shoot ton of cash and dress pretty to impress my peers?
Let me tell you something about me that I'm pretty sure a few people on this forum could only hope to guess about me. I am a sixteen year old aspiring writer from Des Moines, Iowa. I attend a school where a sizable group of people my age act like life is about being popular with other people. All of my life I have been ridiculed to the point where I've stopped feeling the emotional pain of being called a bad name. People will call me a ginger because of my red hair and I'll take it as a compliment. That throws them off and they have to find another way to insult me. My dad, who was recently laid off and managed to find a job with the same dang company doing the same dang job with less pay and having to move to Oregon, he makes just enough to support our lifestyle. I rarely get any new books to read and have to go to the nearest library, which is too far for me to ride a bike. I have four brothers, three older, one younger. Two of them are donkeys because they grew up in that kind of environment where they were royally ducked over by the teachers that worked at the schools. My older brother, Daniel, he is in Afghanistan serving his country. It's a miracle when he's able to give us a message. My little brother, he's annoying and acts like he's better than all of us because he get's the most attention, something I'm trying to fix because I don't want a brother who acts like a pretentious little prick.
Right now, I am dealing with more emotional stress that it's a wonder why I haven't lost my mind and cannibalized my neighbors. If you really want to say that I am an arrogant donkey who eats and eats and eats because I'm apparently soooo ducking rich that I can give to flying ducks to a rolling doughnut, then go ahead. But know that I am just like anybody else, a normal Human being caught it a world as ducked up as any other that might be out there. A person who has a soul like anybody else out there and tries his danged hardest just to live a normal life, but can't, because life isn't fair. You have no idea how many times I have wanted just to scream and beat the shoot out of my oppressors, but can't because in this day and age it's not polite to ducking defend ones self.
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let me guess just another corrupt american who saw too many movies as a child from a corrupt culture who thinks hes john wayne rambo marshall dylan.
I guess your assumption that I'm a stereotypical American is wrong.
As I child I did watch movies, but it's books that I have a true passion for. It's because of my book reading that I am as intelligent as I am today, but I don't brag about how 'intellectually superior' I am to others, I try to respect them and I do try to learn the customs of their country. Yes, I am familiar with the stereotypes of other countries, that British people have bad teeth and drink nothing but tea, that women from France never shave, but do you honestly believe that I believe them as heavily as you believe that I'm some evil fatwad with a shoot ton of cash and dress pretty to impress my peers?
Let me tell you something about me that I'm pretty sure a few people on this forum could only hope to guess about me. I am a sixteen year old aspiring writer from Des Moines, Iowa. I attend a school where a sizable group of people my age act like life is about being popular with other people. All of my life I have been ridiculed to the point where I've stopped feeling the emotional pain of being called a bad name. People will call me a ginger because of my red hair and I'll take it as a compliment. That throws them off and they have to find another way to insult me. My dad, who was recently laid off and managed to find a job with the same dang company doing the same dang job with less pay and having to move to Oregon, he makes just enough to support our lifestyle. I rarely get any new books to read and have to go to the nearest library, which is too far for me to ride a bike. I have four brothers, three older, one younger. Two of them are donkeys because they grew up in that kind of environment where they were royally ducked over by the teachers that worked at the schools. My older brother, Daniel, he is in Afghanistan serving his country. It's a miracle when he's able to give us a message. My little brother, he's annoying and acts like he's better than all of us because he get's the most attention, something I'm trying to fix because I don't want a brother who acts like a pretentious little prick.
Right now, I am dealing with more emotional stress that it's a wonder why I haven't lost my mind and cannibalized my neighbors. If you really want to say that I am an arrogant donkey who eats and eats and eats because I'm apparently soooo ducking rich that I can give to flying ducks to a rolling doughnut, then go ahead. But know that I am just like anybody else, a normal Human being caught it a world as ducked up as any other that might be out there. A person who has a soul like anybody else out there and tries his danged hardest just to live a normal life, but can't, because life isn't fair. You have no idea how many times I have wanted just to scream and beat the shoot out of my oppressors, but can't because in this day and age it's not polite to ducking defend ones self.
<Rant over>
