Motherless

Before the pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth we were here - MLK

Before the pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth we were here - MLK The "Other America" https://youtu.be/dOWDtDUKz-U?si=oax5X7Sf99sEKlA9 Speech Transcript Members of the faculty and members of the student body of this great institution of learning; ladies and gentlemen. Now there are several things that one could talk about before such a large, concerned, and enlightened audience. There are so many problems facing our nation and our world, that one could just take off anywhere. But today I would like to talk mainly about the race problems since I'll have to rush right out and go to New York to talk about Vietnam tomorrow and I've been talking about it a great deal this week and weeks before that. But I'd like to use a subject from which to speak this afternoon, the Other America. And I use this subject because there are literally two Americas. One America is beautiful for situation. And, in a sense, this America is overflowing with the milk of prosperity and the honey of opportunity. This America is the habitat of millions of people who have food and material necessities for their bodies; and culture and education for their minds; and freedom and human dignity for their spirits. In this America, millions of people experience every day the opportunity of having life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness in all of their dimensions. And in this America millions of young people grow up in the sunlight of opportunity. But tragically and unfortunately, there is another America. This other America has a daily ugliness about it that constantly transforms the ebulliency of hope into the fatigue of despair. In this America millions of work-starved men walk the streets daily in search for jobs that do not exist. In this America millions of people find themselves living in rat-infested, vermin-filled slums. In this America people are poor by the millions. They find themselves perishing on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. In a sense, the greatest tragedy of this other America is what it does to little children. Little children in this other America are forced to grow up with clouds of inferiority forming every day in their little mental skies. As we look at this other America, we see it as an arena of blasted hopes and shattered dreams. Many people of various backgrounds live in this other America. Some are Mexican Americans, some are Puerto Ricans, some are Indians, some happen to be from other groups. Millions of them are Appalachian whites. But probably the largest group in this other America in proportion to its size in the population is the American Negro. The American Negro finds himself living in a triple ghetto. A ghetto of race, a ghetto of poverty, a ghetto of human misery. So what we are seeking to do in the Civil Rights Movement is to deal with this problem. To deal with this problem of the two Americas. We are seeking to make America one nation, Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. Now let me say that the struggle for Civil Rights and the struggle to make these two Americas one America, is much more difficult today than it was five or ten years ago. For about a decade or maybe twelve years, we've struggled all across the South in glorious struggles to get rid of legal, overt segregation and all of the humiliation that surrounded that system of segregation. In a sense this was a struggle for decency; we could not go to a lunch counter in so many instances and get a hamburger or a cup of coffee. We could not make use of public accommodations. Public transportation was segregated, and often we had to sit in the back and within transportation — transportation within cities — we often had to stand over empty seats because sections were reserved for whites only. We did not have the right to vote in so many areas of the South. And the struggle was to deal with these problems. And certainly they were difficult problems, they were humiliating conditions. By the thousands we protested these conditions. We made it clear that it was ultimately more honorable to accept jail cell experiences than to accept segregation and humiliation. By the thousands students and adults decided to sit in at segregated lunch counters to protest conditions there. When they were sitting at those lunch counters they were in reality standing up for the best in the American dream and seeking to take the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the Founding Fathers in the formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. Many things were gained as a result of these years of struggle. In 1964 the Civil Rights Bill came into being after the Birmingham movement which did a great deal to subpoena the conscience of a large segment of the nation to appear before the judgment seat of morality on the whole question of Civil Rights. After the Selma movement in 1965 we were able to get a Voting Rights Bill. And all of these things rep

How do I get over the fact I am motherless?

How do I get over the fact I am motherless? For context, read my last post: https://www.reddit.com/r/CPTSD/s/O6bl3LCw0O My mum was emotionally abusive to me throughout my whole life but pretended to love me. Since I came out as trans, she stopped pretending. I am struck by the realisation that I have serious mother issues because I never received secure maternal love. She was ‘hot and cold’ as she would insult me one moment and then says that her insults were tough love. A part of me is needy and wants a mother. But I am literally an adult so I cannot find another mother. Who wants to be a mother for an adult baby that they never conceived? Asking my friend to become my mother (or adopting the maternal role) is just exploitative. Asking a lover is even worse. How do I find another mother in an appropriate way? Because it would be weird to ask a non-family member to adopt a maternal role, how do I get over the fact I am motherless? I feel like nobody in the world loves me because my mum resented me ever since I was a baby. I feel like an unloveable cockroach. I have had temper tantrums in the past that led to my social circle kicking me out. They called me a child, and I can see why. My insecure attachment with my mum made me emotionally stunted. I ought to get over my insecure attachment to fix my emotional immaturity.

five nights at freddys 5 the real vershion

five nights at freddys 5 the real vershion hello guys tyler here. i posted this story on the fnaf forum BUT THOSE BITCHASS MODS DELETED IT! so i have to post it here OK SO BEFORE THE STORY STARTS I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT THIS IS A REAL STORY MADE BY ME AND THE VICTEMS AND IF ANY ONE SAYS ITS NOT THEN YOU ARE THE VICTEM BLAMER AND THE STORY BASHER AND I WILL BLACK YOU FROM MY PROFILE! SO DONT MESS WITH ME! DUMBASS! THATS RIGHT I JUST SWEARD AT YOU! ALSO THE REASON I MADE THIS STORY IS TO MAKE AWARENESS ABOUT THESE THINGS! SUCH LIKE THOSE SHOOTINGS! THESE THINGS IN THIS STORY HAPPEND IN REAL LIFE! YOU CANT NOT RUN FOREVER! YOU HAVE TO BE A BRAVE BOY AND FACE THE DISTURBING TRUTH OF HOW EVIL YOU AND THE HUMAN RACE IS! BY SAYING I MADE UP THIS STORY TO MAKE TO MAKE FNAF AND SCOTT LOOK BAD YOU ARE VICTEM BLAMING ME AND INVALIDDATING MY STORY AND FEELINGS! IF THIS STORY IS FAKE THEN WHY DID I TALK AABOUT THE DETAIL ABOUT HOW WHEN THE BULLYS TALKED IN THE NIGHT 6 CUT SCENCE THE MUSIC LOWERD SO YOU CAN HEAR THEM BETTER?! THAT SEEMS VERY RANDOM AND NOT IMPORTTENT! BUT I WHOTE THAT BECAUSE IT IS WHAT I SAW IN THE GAME! THIS IS MATURE STORY FOR 12+ AND 13+ ONLY! ALSO YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HATE ON THIS STORY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WRITEING IT SENCE 6/29/25 AND THE HARDIST PART ABOUT MAKEING SOMETHING IS FINISHING IT SO BE PROUD OF ME! PUT THAT HATE ON SOMETHING THAT NEEDS IT! SUCH  LIKE WITH THAT NIGHT WATCH AT FREDDIES!  DUMASS! ALSO THE REASON I KNOW I HAVE BEEN WRITEING THIS STORY SENCE 6/29/25 IS BECAUSE THATS WHAT IT SAYS ON PENZU! hello guys its tyler here. so we all know how sister location is the worst fnaf game right? well what if i tell you that there is a sceret oraingal verison that only i know about. here is the story... okay so i was checking out the fnaf games on steam because i dont own them on this computer. when i was doing that a glitch visual and a glitch sound happend and i saw a new thing. the new page was called... five nights at freddys 5: the fred bar this was crazy. me thinks. i have never heard of fnaf 5 the fred bar before. the release date said june 25 2017 witch is weird because that mean scott made this game after sister location released. this makes sence because of how long THE wait for fnaf 6 after fnaf sl was so he must have been working on something. anyway the game was free so i downloaded it. when you the press play button a message comes up that says this: WARNING! THIS IS A GAME DELETED FROM THE STEAM STORE! THAT MEANS IF YOU PLAY THIS GAME GLITCHES CAN HAPPEN ON YOUR COMPUTER! DO YOU ACCEPT THAT WE TAKE NO FAULT FOR WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU! YES!                                NO! me thinks its very scummy for steam to basically say they do not care for their customers but than agian this is the same people or someone who made it so you cant talk in team forttess 2 because they were not makeing enoght money. made you have to paid to talk in game because they were not makeing money. i clicked yes becuse i wanted to see this lost fnaf game. when the game opens for the first time you see a black screen like in fnaf world but the eyes that talk to you (in this case me because me thinks i am the first perosn to play this) are white instead of yellow. here is what he says: "hello tyler you foolish boy. this is not just a game. when you get to the end you will discover the truth of fnaf." i yelled what the fuck who is this but the main menu appeard too fast for the answer. i am very scared now because how could this game know my name? me thinks it is just a coridcindande or the game is programed to say the name of the owner of the computer becasusse me thinks you can make a game do that. anyway heres what the main menu looks like: its basically just the fnaf 1 menu but the text is white with yellow on the outside and on the left is fredbear instand of freddy. i clicked new game and it shows newpaper like in fnaf 1-3 here is what it says: HELP WANTED FOR GUARD AT FREDBEARS FRED BAR STRIP CLUB! FREDBEARS FRED BAR STRIP CLUB NEEDS A GUARD TO WORK NIGHTSHIFT! 00:00 TO 06:00 APPLY NOW AT! (646) 666-5998 this was werid and scary beccause the phone number had 666 the devils number. also this seems two adult for a fnaf game but it makes sense because this was before steel wool and blumhous e turned fnaf into moble game ps2 slop. 12:00 am night one okay so the office has two doors and a third one one the left side. the door on the left door leads to a hallway that leads to the genarader room where you must wind up the genarearder because you only get 30% power. and it does not go beyond. you do not have doors to close but you have lazers in their place witch me thinks is cooler. there is a calendar that says 1995 witch means this is after fnaf 1. in the sister location blue screen it says 17/8/1995 so me thinks this is what that was hinting at. the camera button is on the top and not the bottom like in the other game

@NljrOne @AshNicoleMoss Motherless LMAOOOOOO at least you tried 😂

@DivijaBhasin I can clearly see motherless behaviour of yours

A motherless little calf, fragile & alone, took its final breath in quiet sorrow, in Loni. 4 teary-eyed @JanSwabh Gausevaks performed its final rites with deep reverence. Your 5k aahuti helps us in helping dead calf cross the rainbow bridge. UPI- janswabhiman@axisbank (80G Tax exempted) More support options - Cards/ GPay/ others  https://t.co/6drJHazmlg - IMPS/NEFT/Bank Transfer Jan Swabhiman Welfare Society Savings Ac- 00701254577 IFSC- ICIC0000007 Pls share screenshot/transaction details at mailus@janswabhiman.org for claiming tax exemption & receipt. If you wish to help in a big way or give us CSR funds for our GauSeva/ slum children education/ tribal & Dalit work, kindly email our mentor vashi@agniveer.com with your contact details. Our team will connect 🙏 Thank You Team Jan Swabhiman

@Priyannkaa520 Abey chomu! Motherless Newli Chudail started poking Tanya when she didn't give sht about her. All chudail's target since day 1 of her re-entry is to break strong bonds

Agony of a motherless child https://t.co/Cxg14Jkowq via @YouTube As you watch don't forget to follow me

One of the possible perpetrators

One of the possible perpetrators I recently watched Nick Crowley's video on YT, and it gave me the sickest feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized that when I was about 11 or 12 I actually came across the "daily capper" page on instagram. Unfortunately at the time, "exposing" culture and accounts were very popular with older teenagers and even people closer to my age making them so I assumed it was another one of those pages and swiped away. I don't think at the time I could wrap my young mind around the actual depravity that was that page. I never saw it or thought of it again. Since realizing what that account actually was, a group of disgusting grown men banding together like schoolgirls all for one common goal, the feeling in my stomach has not gone away and I had to do some digging. I started my search on YouTube, went to Instagram, even the waybackmachine. I found the only video they had left on YouTube first, detailing the assisted suicide and organized harassment of Amanda Todd, to which the owner of the page was trying their hardest to distance his self and others in that fucked up community from the tragedy that they created. From that video, I could only assume that there had to be more of these somewhere. since they had so called "capper awards" back then, I knew that If I was able to find it, I could likely come across some of these assholes incriminating themselves on video, some type of telling information. From what I saw on the YouTube video with the chat logs they posted, those mfkas were feeling cocky as fuck. came back to reddit and and against my better judgement I searched for a site called "motherless" and looked up their name. I almost clicked off once I realized it was a porn site but I looked because I figured that they probably weren't just going to put the actual photos on their viral for the time videos if they were blackmailing young girls and selling them. ( I assume). Watched one video and I'm still utterly disgusted. One man that calls himself "Avery 000" actually posted a video with his face essentially telling his story of how he became a 'capper'. At the time the video was posted he was 32 years old. I'll add the pictures below. There was also another name of interest, an account by the name of Perso, who was mentioned in both of the videos I saw, and seemed to be a somewhat prolific name in their community. He was allegedly 92 years old and get this, a fuckin therapist. "Just a normal man living a normal life" the posting account said. I assume he's since passed without receiving his justice served. These are sick individuals that I'm sure are still doing this. I'm wary of doing more research because this shit is making me sick but I feel like I have to. If they were that open about their actions then there has to be more evidence out there. They even said "if you're not attracted to t33nage girls, you're an f/slur" and called out Chris Hansen. If there's any way to help get closer to finding these fucks and delivering some type of justice id like to help in any way I can.

First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree - Roderick Hellebore

First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree - Roderick Hellebore *First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree*, a nonfiction novel by someone writing under the name Roderick Hellebore, is a startlingly unusual book. As just one example, it opens with a set of instructions for its own composition: "Take published texts about mass shootings in the United States that ended in the shooter's death and edit them into the memoir of a continuous, undying, metempsychotic killer." Hellebore ably satisfies this dark Oulipian directive as he recounts a selection of fifteen mass shootings that took place between 1981 and 1998, constructing each account entirely from court transcripts, government publications, national and regional reporting, including interviews of survivors, victims' families, and the colleagues and acquaintances of the shooters, and other publicly available material. For all the gruesome horror they describe, these pages turn quickly. Hellebore's prose is propulsive, the details he brings into focus adding up to a skillfully rendered view of the dingy, depressing, unremarkable lives of these psychopaths. Stylistic choices alter the source texts only so far as is necessary to braid them together into a single meta-narrative, a feat that Hellebore carries off expertly through the conceit of the "metempsychotic killer" responsible for each of these acts of mass murder. Like some ageless demonic presence, this entity is alternately reincarnated in a former teacher who murdered eight people in a Miami welding shop in 1982, a California public transit equipment operator who killed four former coworkers after being fired for pilfering scrap metal in 1997, and so on and on. The effect can be jarring when, well into one of the accounts but before the mass shooting in question takes place, the narrative voice refers to a past shooting carried out by a different person, often years ago and in another part of the country, as one of his own: "If my coworkers delayed reporting my abusive behavior to city authorities, they had good reason. I told them repeatedly: If you mess with my job, it will be time to lock and load. When one of my massacres was on TV, I said I understood. Employees had a right to shoot people when our job was messed with. I had freedom of speech and a .32 revolver in my car." None of the actual shooters is named in the book, and this lends an even more sinister gravity to the idea of a slaughter-crazed spirit haunting the American landscape. While the metempsychotic killer is compelling as a structuring device, it also serves to acknowledge the uniquely self-perpetuating nature of this species of violence. "Each time the seed is planted," the murderer-spirit intones later in the book; put differently, each time the seed is planted *anew*, and every shooting inspires another. And so we arrive at another aspect of the problem that makes it so distressing: these "mass casualty events" have achieved a degree of normalcy in our culture that should concern us far more than it does. Shootings like these occur with grim regularity. We briefly feel sad, assign blame to one group or worldview or phenomenon, and move on with our lives. I'm not sure which is worse: that the carnage continues unchecked or that we've lost touch with whatever part of our humanity might care enough to try to do something about it. The issue has been politicized, which means banishing it to a realm that doesn't admit of practical solutions. "There are dark recesses of the human heart which can never be fully explored; shadowy places from which sometimes issue forth murderous commands; terrains which scholars, clerics, and healers have long attempted to map—with conspicuously little success. I don't know how to say this but: there aren't too many people around who really understand." This is how the deranged ex-employee of a Corpus Christi industrial inspection and consulting firm explains why he returned to his old office and shot five of his former colleagues to death, before turning the gun himself, one afternoon in April 1995. Among the fifteen accounts that make up the novel, this one comes closest, in its frank humility, to providing the reader with something to help make sense of these atrocities. A stark admission: we don't actually know why they keep happening. Yes, of course, easy access to finely calibrated instruments of destruction by deranged men is part of the problem; the challenges inherent in identifying violent tendencies and providing (and funding) adequate treatment is part of it too. Racism, misogyny, religious extremism: the grossest ideologies all have their roles. But what possesses a person, often luckless, inept, isolated, or traumatized, if not outright demented, but sometimes by all appearances pretty normal, to slaughter five, ten, twenty innocent people? Children? This is a problem whose causes remain hidden to us, and there might be nothing more terrifying. *Fi

Before the pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth we were here - MLK

Before the pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth we were here - MLK The "Other America" https://youtu.be/dOWDtDUKz-U?si=oax5X7Sf99sEKlA9 Speech Transcript Members of the faculty and members of the student body of this great institution of learning; ladies and gentlemen. Now there are several things that one could talk about before such a large, concerned, and enlightened audience. There are so many problems facing our nation and our world, that one could just take off anywhere. But today I would like to talk mainly about the race problems since I'll have to rush right out and go to New York to talk about Vietnam tomorrow and I've been talking about it a great deal this week and weeks before that. But I'd like to use a subject from which to speak this afternoon, the Other America. And I use this subject because there are literally two Americas. One America is beautiful for situation. And, in a sense, this America is overflowing with the milk of prosperity and the honey of opportunity. This America is the habitat of millions of people who have food and material necessities for their bodies; and culture and education for their minds; and freedom and human dignity for their spirits. In this America, millions of people experience every day the opportunity of having life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness in all of their dimensions. And in this America millions of young people grow up in the sunlight of opportunity. But tragically and unfortunately, there is another America. This other America has a daily ugliness about it that constantly transforms the ebulliency of hope into the fatigue of despair. In this America millions of work-starved men walk the streets daily in search for jobs that do not exist. In this America millions of people find themselves living in rat-infested, vermin-filled slums. In this America people are poor by the millions. They find themselves perishing on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. In a sense, the greatest tragedy of this other America is what it does to little children. Little children in this other America are forced to grow up with clouds of inferiority forming every day in their little mental skies. As we look at this other America, we see it as an arena of blasted hopes and shattered dreams. Many people of various backgrounds live in this other America. Some are Mexican Americans, some are Puerto Ricans, some are Indians, some happen to be from other groups. Millions of them are Appalachian whites. But probably the largest group in this other America in proportion to its size in the population is the American Negro. The American Negro finds himself living in a triple ghetto. A ghetto of race, a ghetto of poverty, a ghetto of human misery. So what we are seeking to do in the Civil Rights Movement is to deal with this problem. To deal with this problem of the two Americas. We are seeking to make America one nation, Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. Now let me say that the struggle for Civil Rights and the struggle to make these two Americas one America, is much more difficult today than it was five or ten years ago. For about a decade or maybe twelve years, we've struggled all across the South in glorious struggles to get rid of legal, overt segregation and all of the humiliation that surrounded that system of segregation. In a sense this was a struggle for decency; we could not go to a lunch counter in so many instances and get a hamburger or a cup of coffee. We could not make use of public accommodations. Public transportation was segregated, and often we had to sit in the back and within transportation — transportation within cities — we often had to stand over empty seats because sections were reserved for whites only. We did not have the right to vote in so many areas of the South. And the struggle was to deal with these problems. And certainly they were difficult problems, they were humiliating conditions. By the thousands we protested these conditions. We made it clear that it was ultimately more honorable to accept jail cell experiences than to accept segregation and humiliation. By the thousands students and adults decided to sit in at segregated lunch counters to protest conditions there. When they were sitting at those lunch counters they were in reality standing up for the best in the American dream and seeking to take the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the Founding Fathers in the formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. Many things were gained as a result of these years of struggle. In 1964 the Civil Rights Bill came into being after the Birmingham movement which did a great deal to subpoena the conscience of a large segment of the nation to appear before the judgment seat of morality on the whole question of Civil Rights. After the Selma movement in 1965 we were able to get a Voting Rights Bill. And all of these things rep

How do I get over the fact I am motherless?

How do I get over the fact I am motherless? For context, read my last post: https://www.reddit.com/r/CPTSD/s/O6bl3LCw0O My mum was emotionally abusive to me throughout my whole life but pretended to love me. Since I came out as trans, she stopped pretending. I am struck by the realisation that I have serious mother issues because I never received secure maternal love. She was ‘hot and cold’ as she would insult me one moment and then says that her insults were tough love. A part of me is needy and wants a mother. But I am literally an adult so I cannot find another mother. Who wants to be a mother for an adult baby that they never conceived? Asking my friend to become my mother (or adopting the maternal role) is just exploitative. Asking a lover is even worse. How do I find another mother in an appropriate way? Because it would be weird to ask a non-family member to adopt a maternal role, how do I get over the fact I am motherless? I feel like nobody in the world loves me because my mum resented me ever since I was a baby. I feel like an unloveable cockroach. I have had temper tantrums in the past that led to my social circle kicking me out. They called me a child, and I can see why. My insecure attachment with my mum made me emotionally stunted. I ought to get over my insecure attachment to fix my emotional immaturity.

five nights at freddys 5 the real vershion

five nights at freddys 5 the real vershion hello guys tyler here. i posted this story on the fnaf forum BUT THOSE BITCHASS MODS DELETED IT! so i have to post it here OK SO BEFORE THE STORY STARTS I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT THIS IS A REAL STORY MADE BY ME AND THE VICTEMS AND IF ANY ONE SAYS ITS NOT THEN YOU ARE THE VICTEM BLAMER AND THE STORY BASHER AND I WILL BLACK YOU FROM MY PROFILE! SO DONT MESS WITH ME! DUMBASS! THATS RIGHT I JUST SWEARD AT YOU! ALSO THE REASON I MADE THIS STORY IS TO MAKE AWARENESS ABOUT THESE THINGS! SUCH LIKE THOSE SHOOTINGS! THESE THINGS IN THIS STORY HAPPEND IN REAL LIFE! YOU CANT NOT RUN FOREVER! YOU HAVE TO BE A BRAVE BOY AND FACE THE DISTURBING TRUTH OF HOW EVIL YOU AND THE HUMAN RACE IS! BY SAYING I MADE UP THIS STORY TO MAKE TO MAKE FNAF AND SCOTT LOOK BAD YOU ARE VICTEM BLAMING ME AND INVALIDDATING MY STORY AND FEELINGS! IF THIS STORY IS FAKE THEN WHY DID I TALK AABOUT THE DETAIL ABOUT HOW WHEN THE BULLYS TALKED IN THE NIGHT 6 CUT SCENCE THE MUSIC LOWERD SO YOU CAN HEAR THEM BETTER?! THAT SEEMS VERY RANDOM AND NOT IMPORTTENT! BUT I WHOTE THAT BECAUSE IT IS WHAT I SAW IN THE GAME! THIS IS MATURE STORY FOR 12+ AND 13+ ONLY! ALSO YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HATE ON THIS STORY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WRITEING IT SENCE 6/29/25 AND THE HARDIST PART ABOUT MAKEING SOMETHING IS FINISHING IT SO BE PROUD OF ME! PUT THAT HATE ON SOMETHING THAT NEEDS IT! SUCH  LIKE WITH THAT NIGHT WATCH AT FREDDIES!  DUMASS! ALSO THE REASON I KNOW I HAVE BEEN WRITEING THIS STORY SENCE 6/29/25 IS BECAUSE THATS WHAT IT SAYS ON PENZU! hello guys its tyler here. so we all know how sister location is the worst fnaf game right? well what if i tell you that there is a sceret oraingal verison that only i know about. here is the story... okay so i was checking out the fnaf games on steam because i dont own them on this computer. when i was doing that a glitch visual and a glitch sound happend and i saw a new thing. the new page was called... five nights at freddys 5: the fred bar this was crazy. me thinks. i have never heard of fnaf 5 the fred bar before. the release date said june 25 2017 witch is weird because that mean scott made this game after sister location released. this makes sence because of how long THE wait for fnaf 6 after fnaf sl was so he must have been working on something. anyway the game was free so i downloaded it. when you the press play button a message comes up that says this: WARNING! THIS IS A GAME DELETED FROM THE STEAM STORE! THAT MEANS IF YOU PLAY THIS GAME GLITCHES CAN HAPPEN ON YOUR COMPUTER! DO YOU ACCEPT THAT WE TAKE NO FAULT FOR WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU! YES!                                NO! me thinks its very scummy for steam to basically say they do not care for their customers but than agian this is the same people or someone who made it so you cant talk in team forttess 2 because they were not makeing enoght money. made you have to paid to talk in game because they were not makeing money. i clicked yes becuse i wanted to see this lost fnaf game. when the game opens for the first time you see a black screen like in fnaf world but the eyes that talk to you (in this case me because me thinks i am the first perosn to play this) are white instead of yellow. here is what he says: "hello tyler you foolish boy. this is not just a game. when you get to the end you will discover the truth of fnaf." i yelled what the fuck who is this but the main menu appeard too fast for the answer. i am very scared now because how could this game know my name? me thinks it is just a coridcindande or the game is programed to say the name of the owner of the computer becasusse me thinks you can make a game do that. anyway heres what the main menu looks like: its basically just the fnaf 1 menu but the text is white with yellow on the outside and on the left is fredbear instand of freddy. i clicked new game and it shows newpaper like in fnaf 1-3 here is what it says: HELP WANTED FOR GUARD AT FREDBEARS FRED BAR STRIP CLUB! FREDBEARS FRED BAR STRIP CLUB NEEDS A GUARD TO WORK NIGHTSHIFT! 00:00 TO 06:00 APPLY NOW AT! (646) 666-5998 this was werid and scary beccause the phone number had 666 the devils number. also this seems two adult for a fnaf game but it makes sense because this was before steel wool and blumhous e turned fnaf into moble game ps2 slop. 12:00 am night one okay so the office has two doors and a third one one the left side. the door on the left door leads to a hallway that leads to the genarader room where you must wind up the genarearder because you only get 30% power. and it does not go beyond. you do not have doors to close but you have lazers in their place witch me thinks is cooler. there is a calendar that says 1995 witch means this is after fnaf 1. in the sister location blue screen it says 17/8/1995 so me thinks this is what that was hinting at. the camera button is on the top and not the bottom like in the other game

@NljrOne @AshNicoleMoss Motherless LMAOOOOOO at least you tried 😂

@DivijaBhasin I can clearly see motherless behaviour of yours

A motherless little calf, fragile & alone, took its final breath in quiet sorrow, in Loni. 4 teary-eyed @JanSwabh Gausevaks performed its final rites with deep reverence. Your 5k aahuti helps us in helping dead calf cross the rainbow bridge. UPI- janswabhiman@axisbank (80G Tax exempted) More support options - Cards/ GPay/ others  https://t.co/6drJHazmlg - IMPS/NEFT/Bank Transfer Jan Swabhiman Welfare Society Savings Ac- 00701254577 IFSC- ICIC0000007 Pls share screenshot/transaction details at mailus@janswabhiman.org for claiming tax exemption & receipt. If you wish to help in a big way or give us CSR funds for our GauSeva/ slum children education/ tribal & Dalit work, kindly email our mentor vashi@agniveer.com with your contact details. Our team will connect 🙏 Thank You Team Jan Swabhiman

@Priyannkaa520 Abey chomu! Motherless Newli Chudail started poking Tanya when she didn't give sht about her. All chudail's target since day 1 of her re-entry is to break strong bonds

Agony of a motherless child https://t.co/Cxg14Jkowq via @YouTube As you watch don't forget to follow me

One of the possible perpetrators

One of the possible perpetrators I recently watched Nick Crowley's video on YT, and it gave me the sickest feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized that when I was about 11 or 12 I actually came across the "daily capper" page on instagram. Unfortunately at the time, "exposing" culture and accounts were very popular with older teenagers and even people closer to my age making them so I assumed it was another one of those pages and swiped away. I don't think at the time I could wrap my young mind around the actual depravity that was that page. I never saw it or thought of it again. Since realizing what that account actually was, a group of disgusting grown men banding together like schoolgirls all for one common goal, the feeling in my stomach has not gone away and I had to do some digging. I started my search on YouTube, went to Instagram, even the waybackmachine. I found the only video they had left on YouTube first, detailing the assisted suicide and organized harassment of Amanda Todd, to which the owner of the page was trying their hardest to distance his self and others in that fucked up community from the tragedy that they created. From that video, I could only assume that there had to be more of these somewhere. since they had so called "capper awards" back then, I knew that If I was able to find it, I could likely come across some of these assholes incriminating themselves on video, some type of telling information. From what I saw on the YouTube video with the chat logs they posted, those mfkas were feeling cocky as fuck. came back to reddit and and against my better judgement I searched for a site called "motherless" and looked up their name. I almost clicked off once I realized it was a porn site but I looked because I figured that they probably weren't just going to put the actual photos on their viral for the time videos if they were blackmailing young girls and selling them. ( I assume). Watched one video and I'm still utterly disgusted. One man that calls himself "Avery 000" actually posted a video with his face essentially telling his story of how he became a 'capper'. At the time the video was posted he was 32 years old. I'll add the pictures below. There was also another name of interest, an account by the name of Perso, who was mentioned in both of the videos I saw, and seemed to be a somewhat prolific name in their community. He was allegedly 92 years old and get this, a fuckin therapist. "Just a normal man living a normal life" the posting account said. I assume he's since passed without receiving his justice served. These are sick individuals that I'm sure are still doing this. I'm wary of doing more research because this shit is making me sick but I feel like I have to. If they were that open about their actions then there has to be more evidence out there. They even said "if you're not attracted to t33nage girls, you're an f/slur" and called out Chris Hansen. If there's any way to help get closer to finding these fucks and delivering some type of justice id like to help in any way I can.

First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree - Roderick Hellebore

First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree - Roderick Hellebore *First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree*, a nonfiction novel by someone writing under the name Roderick Hellebore, is a startlingly unusual book. As just one example, it opens with a set of instructions for its own composition: "Take published texts about mass shootings in the United States that ended in the shooter's death and edit them into the memoir of a continuous, undying, metempsychotic killer." Hellebore ably satisfies this dark Oulipian directive as he recounts a selection of fifteen mass shootings that took place between 1981 and 1998, constructing each account entirely from court transcripts, government publications, national and regional reporting, including interviews of survivors, victims' families, and the colleagues and acquaintances of the shooters, and other publicly available material. For all the gruesome horror they describe, these pages turn quickly. Hellebore's prose is propulsive, the details he brings into focus adding up to a skillfully rendered view of the dingy, depressing, unremarkable lives of these psychopaths. Stylistic choices alter the source texts only so far as is necessary to braid them together into a single meta-narrative, a feat that Hellebore carries off expertly through the conceit of the "metempsychotic killer" responsible for each of these acts of mass murder. Like some ageless demonic presence, this entity is alternately reincarnated in a former teacher who murdered eight people in a Miami welding shop in 1982, a California public transit equipment operator who killed four former coworkers after being fired for pilfering scrap metal in 1997, and so on and on. The effect can be jarring when, well into one of the accounts but before the mass shooting in question takes place, the narrative voice refers to a past shooting carried out by a different person, often years ago and in another part of the country, as one of his own: "If my coworkers delayed reporting my abusive behavior to city authorities, they had good reason. I told them repeatedly: If you mess with my job, it will be time to lock and load. When one of my massacres was on TV, I said I understood. Employees had a right to shoot people when our job was messed with. I had freedom of speech and a .32 revolver in my car." None of the actual shooters is named in the book, and this lends an even more sinister gravity to the idea of a slaughter-crazed spirit haunting the American landscape. While the metempsychotic killer is compelling as a structuring device, it also serves to acknowledge the uniquely self-perpetuating nature of this species of violence. "Each time the seed is planted," the murderer-spirit intones later in the book; put differently, each time the seed is planted *anew*, and every shooting inspires another. And so we arrive at another aspect of the problem that makes it so distressing: these "mass casualty events" have achieved a degree of normalcy in our culture that should concern us far more than it does. Shootings like these occur with grim regularity. We briefly feel sad, assign blame to one group or worldview or phenomenon, and move on with our lives. I'm not sure which is worse: that the carnage continues unchecked or that we've lost touch with whatever part of our humanity might care enough to try to do something about it. The issue has been politicized, which means banishing it to a realm that doesn't admit of practical solutions. "There are dark recesses of the human heart which can never be fully explored; shadowy places from which sometimes issue forth murderous commands; terrains which scholars, clerics, and healers have long attempted to map—with conspicuously little success. I don't know how to say this but: there aren't too many people around who really understand." This is how the deranged ex-employee of a Corpus Christi industrial inspection and consulting firm explains why he returned to his old office and shot five of his former colleagues to death, before turning the gun himself, one afternoon in April 1995. Among the fifteen accounts that make up the novel, this one comes closest, in its frank humility, to providing the reader with something to help make sense of these atrocities. A stark admission: we don't actually know why they keep happening. Yes, of course, easy access to finely calibrated instruments of destruction by deranged men is part of the problem; the challenges inherent in identifying violent tendencies and providing (and funding) adequate treatment is part of it too. Racism, misogyny, religious extremism: the grossest ideologies all have their roles. But what possesses a person, often luckless, inept, isolated, or traumatized, if not outright demented, but sometimes by all appearances pretty normal, to slaughter five, ten, twenty innocent people? Children? This is a problem whose causes remain hidden to us, and there might be nothing more terrifying. *Fi

Before the pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth we were here - MLK

Before the pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth we were here - MLK The "Other America" https://youtu.be/dOWDtDUKz-U?si=oax5X7Sf99sEKlA9 Speech Transcript Members of the faculty and members of the student body of this great institution of learning; ladies and gentlemen. Now there are several things that one could talk about before such a large, concerned, and enlightened audience. There are so many problems facing our nation and our world, that one could just take off anywhere. But today I would like to talk mainly about the race problems since I'll have to rush right out and go to New York to talk about Vietnam tomorrow and I've been talking about it a great deal this week and weeks before that. But I'd like to use a subject from which to speak this afternoon, the Other America. And I use this subject because there are literally two Americas. One America is beautiful for situation. And, in a sense, this America is overflowing with the milk of prosperity and the honey of opportunity. This America is the habitat of millions of people who have food and material necessities for their bodies; and culture and education for their minds; and freedom and human dignity for their spirits. In this America, millions of people experience every day the opportunity of having life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness in all of their dimensions. And in this America millions of young people grow up in the sunlight of opportunity. But tragically and unfortunately, there is another America. This other America has a daily ugliness about it that constantly transforms the ebulliency of hope into the fatigue of despair. In this America millions of work-starved men walk the streets daily in search for jobs that do not exist. In this America millions of people find themselves living in rat-infested, vermin-filled slums. In this America people are poor by the millions. They find themselves perishing on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. In a sense, the greatest tragedy of this other America is what it does to little children. Little children in this other America are forced to grow up with clouds of inferiority forming every day in their little mental skies. As we look at this other America, we see it as an arena of blasted hopes and shattered dreams. Many people of various backgrounds live in this other America. Some are Mexican Americans, some are Puerto Ricans, some are Indians, some happen to be from other groups. Millions of them are Appalachian whites. But probably the largest group in this other America in proportion to its size in the population is the American Negro. The American Negro finds himself living in a triple ghetto. A ghetto of race, a ghetto of poverty, a ghetto of human misery. So what we are seeking to do in the Civil Rights Movement is to deal with this problem. To deal with this problem of the two Americas. We are seeking to make America one nation, Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. Now let me say that the struggle for Civil Rights and the struggle to make these two Americas one America, is much more difficult today than it was five or ten years ago. For about a decade or maybe twelve years, we've struggled all across the South in glorious struggles to get rid of legal, overt segregation and all of the humiliation that surrounded that system of segregation. In a sense this was a struggle for decency; we could not go to a lunch counter in so many instances and get a hamburger or a cup of coffee. We could not make use of public accommodations. Public transportation was segregated, and often we had to sit in the back and within transportation — transportation within cities — we often had to stand over empty seats because sections were reserved for whites only. We did not have the right to vote in so many areas of the South. And the struggle was to deal with these problems. And certainly they were difficult problems, they were humiliating conditions. By the thousands we protested these conditions. We made it clear that it was ultimately more honorable to accept jail cell experiences than to accept segregation and humiliation. By the thousands students and adults decided to sit in at segregated lunch counters to protest conditions there. When they were sitting at those lunch counters they were in reality standing up for the best in the American dream and seeking to take the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the Founding Fathers in the formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. Many things were gained as a result of these years of struggle. In 1964 the Civil Rights Bill came into being after the Birmingham movement which did a great deal to subpoena the conscience of a large segment of the nation to appear before the judgment seat of morality on the whole question of Civil Rights. After the Selma movement in 1965 we were able to get a Voting Rights Bill. And all of these things rep

How do I get over the fact I am motherless?

How do I get over the fact I am motherless? For context, read my last post: https://www.reddit.com/r/CPTSD/s/O6bl3LCw0O My mum was emotionally abusive to me throughout my whole life but pretended to love me. Since I came out as trans, she stopped pretending. I am struck by the realisation that I have serious mother issues because I never received secure maternal love. She was ‘hot and cold’ as she would insult me one moment and then says that her insults were tough love. A part of me is needy and wants a mother. But I am literally an adult so I cannot find another mother. Who wants to be a mother for an adult baby that they never conceived? Asking my friend to become my mother (or adopting the maternal role) is just exploitative. Asking a lover is even worse. How do I find another mother in an appropriate way? Because it would be weird to ask a non-family member to adopt a maternal role, how do I get over the fact I am motherless? I feel like nobody in the world loves me because my mum resented me ever since I was a baby. I feel like an unloveable cockroach. I have had temper tantrums in the past that led to my social circle kicking me out. They called me a child, and I can see why. My insecure attachment with my mum made me emotionally stunted. I ought to get over my insecure attachment to fix my emotional immaturity.

five nights at freddys 5 the real vershion

five nights at freddys 5 the real vershion hello guys tyler here. i posted this story on the fnaf forum BUT THOSE BITCHASS MODS DELETED IT! so i have to post it here OK SO BEFORE THE STORY STARTS I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT THIS IS A REAL STORY MADE BY ME AND THE VICTEMS AND IF ANY ONE SAYS ITS NOT THEN YOU ARE THE VICTEM BLAMER AND THE STORY BASHER AND I WILL BLACK YOU FROM MY PROFILE! SO DONT MESS WITH ME! DUMBASS! THATS RIGHT I JUST SWEARD AT YOU! ALSO THE REASON I MADE THIS STORY IS TO MAKE AWARENESS ABOUT THESE THINGS! SUCH LIKE THOSE SHOOTINGS! THESE THINGS IN THIS STORY HAPPEND IN REAL LIFE! YOU CANT NOT RUN FOREVER! YOU HAVE TO BE A BRAVE BOY AND FACE THE DISTURBING TRUTH OF HOW EVIL YOU AND THE HUMAN RACE IS! BY SAYING I MADE UP THIS STORY TO MAKE TO MAKE FNAF AND SCOTT LOOK BAD YOU ARE VICTEM BLAMING ME AND INVALIDDATING MY STORY AND FEELINGS! IF THIS STORY IS FAKE THEN WHY DID I TALK AABOUT THE DETAIL ABOUT HOW WHEN THE BULLYS TALKED IN THE NIGHT 6 CUT SCENCE THE MUSIC LOWERD SO YOU CAN HEAR THEM BETTER?! THAT SEEMS VERY RANDOM AND NOT IMPORTTENT! BUT I WHOTE THAT BECAUSE IT IS WHAT I SAW IN THE GAME! THIS IS MATURE STORY FOR 12+ AND 13+ ONLY! ALSO YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HATE ON THIS STORY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WRITEING IT SENCE 6/29/25 AND THE HARDIST PART ABOUT MAKEING SOMETHING IS FINISHING IT SO BE PROUD OF ME! PUT THAT HATE ON SOMETHING THAT NEEDS IT! SUCH  LIKE WITH THAT NIGHT WATCH AT FREDDIES!  DUMASS! ALSO THE REASON I KNOW I HAVE BEEN WRITEING THIS STORY SENCE 6/29/25 IS BECAUSE THATS WHAT IT SAYS ON PENZU! hello guys its tyler here. so we all know how sister location is the worst fnaf game right? well what if i tell you that there is a sceret oraingal verison that only i know about. here is the story... okay so i was checking out the fnaf games on steam because i dont own them on this computer. when i was doing that a glitch visual and a glitch sound happend and i saw a new thing. the new page was called... five nights at freddys 5: the fred bar this was crazy. me thinks. i have never heard of fnaf 5 the fred bar before. the release date said june 25 2017 witch is weird because that mean scott made this game after sister location released. this makes sence because of how long THE wait for fnaf 6 after fnaf sl was so he must have been working on something. anyway the game was free so i downloaded it. when you the press play button a message comes up that says this: WARNING! THIS IS A GAME DELETED FROM THE STEAM STORE! THAT MEANS IF YOU PLAY THIS GAME GLITCHES CAN HAPPEN ON YOUR COMPUTER! DO YOU ACCEPT THAT WE TAKE NO FAULT FOR WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU! YES!                                NO! me thinks its very scummy for steam to basically say they do not care for their customers but than agian this is the same people or someone who made it so you cant talk in team forttess 2 because they were not makeing enoght money. made you have to paid to talk in game because they were not makeing money. i clicked yes becuse i wanted to see this lost fnaf game. when the game opens for the first time you see a black screen like in fnaf world but the eyes that talk to you (in this case me because me thinks i am the first perosn to play this) are white instead of yellow. here is what he says: "hello tyler you foolish boy. this is not just a game. when you get to the end you will discover the truth of fnaf." i yelled what the fuck who is this but the main menu appeard too fast for the answer. i am very scared now because how could this game know my name? me thinks it is just a coridcindande or the game is programed to say the name of the owner of the computer becasusse me thinks you can make a game do that. anyway heres what the main menu looks like: its basically just the fnaf 1 menu but the text is white with yellow on the outside and on the left is fredbear instand of freddy. i clicked new game and it shows newpaper like in fnaf 1-3 here is what it says: HELP WANTED FOR GUARD AT FREDBEARS FRED BAR STRIP CLUB! FREDBEARS FRED BAR STRIP CLUB NEEDS A GUARD TO WORK NIGHTSHIFT! 00:00 TO 06:00 APPLY NOW AT! (646) 666-5998 this was werid and scary beccause the phone number had 666 the devils number. also this seems two adult for a fnaf game but it makes sense because this was before steel wool and blumhous e turned fnaf into moble game ps2 slop. 12:00 am night one okay so the office has two doors and a third one one the left side. the door on the left door leads to a hallway that leads to the genarader room where you must wind up the genarearder because you only get 30% power. and it does not go beyond. you do not have doors to close but you have lazers in their place witch me thinks is cooler. there is a calendar that says 1995 witch means this is after fnaf 1. in the sister location blue screen it says 17/8/1995 so me thinks this is what that was hinting at. the camera button is on the top and not the bottom like in the other game

@NljrOne @AshNicoleMoss Motherless LMAOOOOOO at least you tried 😂

@DivijaBhasin I can clearly see motherless behaviour of yours

A motherless little calf, fragile & alone, took its final breath in quiet sorrow, in Loni. 4 teary-eyed @JanSwabh Gausevaks performed its final rites with deep reverence. Your 5k aahuti helps us in helping dead calf cross the rainbow bridge. UPI- janswabhiman@axisbank (80G Tax exempted) More support options - Cards/ GPay/ others  https://t.co/6drJHazmlg - IMPS/NEFT/Bank Transfer Jan Swabhiman Welfare Society Savings Ac- 00701254577 IFSC- ICIC0000007 Pls share screenshot/transaction details at mailus@janswabhiman.org for claiming tax exemption & receipt. If you wish to help in a big way or give us CSR funds for our GauSeva/ slum children education/ tribal & Dalit work, kindly email our mentor vashi@agniveer.com with your contact details. Our team will connect 🙏 Thank You Team Jan Swabhiman

@Priyannkaa520 Abey chomu! Motherless Newli Chudail started poking Tanya when she didn't give sht about her. All chudail's target since day 1 of her re-entry is to break strong bonds

Agony of a motherless child https://t.co/Cxg14Jkowq via @YouTube As you watch don't forget to follow me

One of the possible perpetrators

One of the possible perpetrators I recently watched Nick Crowley's video on YT, and it gave me the sickest feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized that when I was about 11 or 12 I actually came across the "daily capper" page on instagram. Unfortunately at the time, "exposing" culture and accounts were very popular with older teenagers and even people closer to my age making them so I assumed it was another one of those pages and swiped away. I don't think at the time I could wrap my young mind around the actual depravity that was that page. I never saw it or thought of it again. Since realizing what that account actually was, a group of disgusting grown men banding together like schoolgirls all for one common goal, the feeling in my stomach has not gone away and I had to do some digging. I started my search on YouTube, went to Instagram, even the waybackmachine. I found the only video they had left on YouTube first, detailing the assisted suicide and organized harassment of Amanda Todd, to which the owner of the page was trying their hardest to distance his self and others in that fucked up community from the tragedy that they created. From that video, I could only assume that there had to be more of these somewhere. since they had so called "capper awards" back then, I knew that If I was able to find it, I could likely come across some of these assholes incriminating themselves on video, some type of telling information. From what I saw on the YouTube video with the chat logs they posted, those mfkas were feeling cocky as fuck. came back to reddit and and against my better judgement I searched for a site called "motherless" and looked up their name. I almost clicked off once I realized it was a porn site but I looked because I figured that they probably weren't just going to put the actual photos on their viral for the time videos if they were blackmailing young girls and selling them. ( I assume). Watched one video and I'm still utterly disgusted. One man that calls himself "Avery 000" actually posted a video with his face essentially telling his story of how he became a 'capper'. At the time the video was posted he was 32 years old. I'll add the pictures below. There was also another name of interest, an account by the name of Perso, who was mentioned in both of the videos I saw, and seemed to be a somewhat prolific name in their community. He was allegedly 92 years old and get this, a fuckin therapist. "Just a normal man living a normal life" the posting account said. I assume he's since passed without receiving his justice served. These are sick individuals that I'm sure are still doing this. I'm wary of doing more research because this shit is making me sick but I feel like I have to. If they were that open about their actions then there has to be more evidence out there. They even said "if you're not attracted to t33nage girls, you're an f/slur" and called out Chris Hansen. If there's any way to help get closer to finding these fucks and delivering some type of justice id like to help in any way I can.

First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree - Roderick Hellebore

First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree - Roderick Hellebore *First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree*, a nonfiction novel by someone writing under the name Roderick Hellebore, is a startlingly unusual book. As just one example, it opens with a set of instructions for its own composition: "Take published texts about mass shootings in the United States that ended in the shooter's death and edit them into the memoir of a continuous, undying, metempsychotic killer." Hellebore ably satisfies this dark Oulipian directive as he recounts a selection of fifteen mass shootings that took place between 1981 and 1998, constructing each account entirely from court transcripts, government publications, national and regional reporting, including interviews of survivors, victims' families, and the colleagues and acquaintances of the shooters, and other publicly available material. For all the gruesome horror they describe, these pages turn quickly. Hellebore's prose is propulsive, the details he brings into focus adding up to a skillfully rendered view of the dingy, depressing, unremarkable lives of these psychopaths. Stylistic choices alter the source texts only so far as is necessary to braid them together into a single meta-narrative, a feat that Hellebore carries off expertly through the conceit of the "metempsychotic killer" responsible for each of these acts of mass murder. Like some ageless demonic presence, this entity is alternately reincarnated in a former teacher who murdered eight people in a Miami welding shop in 1982, a California public transit equipment operator who killed four former coworkers after being fired for pilfering scrap metal in 1997, and so on and on. The effect can be jarring when, well into one of the accounts but before the mass shooting in question takes place, the narrative voice refers to a past shooting carried out by a different person, often years ago and in another part of the country, as one of his own: "If my coworkers delayed reporting my abusive behavior to city authorities, they had good reason. I told them repeatedly: If you mess with my job, it will be time to lock and load. When one of my massacres was on TV, I said I understood. Employees had a right to shoot people when our job was messed with. I had freedom of speech and a .32 revolver in my car." None of the actual shooters is named in the book, and this lends an even more sinister gravity to the idea of a slaughter-crazed spirit haunting the American landscape. While the metempsychotic killer is compelling as a structuring device, it also serves to acknowledge the uniquely self-perpetuating nature of this species of violence. "Each time the seed is planted," the murderer-spirit intones later in the book; put differently, each time the seed is planted *anew*, and every shooting inspires another. And so we arrive at another aspect of the problem that makes it so distressing: these "mass casualty events" have achieved a degree of normalcy in our culture that should concern us far more than it does. Shootings like these occur with grim regularity. We briefly feel sad, assign blame to one group or worldview or phenomenon, and move on with our lives. I'm not sure which is worse: that the carnage continues unchecked or that we've lost touch with whatever part of our humanity might care enough to try to do something about it. The issue has been politicized, which means banishing it to a realm that doesn't admit of practical solutions. "There are dark recesses of the human heart which can never be fully explored; shadowy places from which sometimes issue forth murderous commands; terrains which scholars, clerics, and healers have long attempted to map—with conspicuously little success. I don't know how to say this but: there aren't too many people around who really understand." This is how the deranged ex-employee of a Corpus Christi industrial inspection and consulting firm explains why he returned to his old office and shot five of his former colleagues to death, before turning the gun himself, one afternoon in April 1995. Among the fifteen accounts that make up the novel, this one comes closest, in its frank humility, to providing the reader with something to help make sense of these atrocities. A stark admission: we don't actually know why they keep happening. Yes, of course, easy access to finely calibrated instruments of destruction by deranged men is part of the problem; the challenges inherent in identifying violent tendencies and providing (and funding) adequate treatment is part of it too. Racism, misogyny, religious extremism: the grossest ideologies all have their roles. But what possesses a person, often luckless, inept, isolated, or traumatized, if not outright demented, but sometimes by all appearances pretty normal, to slaughter five, ten, twenty innocent people? Children? This is a problem whose causes remain hidden to us, and there might be nothing more terrifying. *Fi

Before the pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth we were here - MLK

Before the pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth we were here - MLK The "Other America" https://youtu.be/dOWDtDUKz-U?si=oax5X7Sf99sEKlA9 Speech Transcript Members of the faculty and members of the student body of this great institution of learning; ladies and gentlemen. Now there are several things that one could talk about before such a large, concerned, and enlightened audience. There are so many problems facing our nation and our world, that one could just take off anywhere. But today I would like to talk mainly about the race problems since I'll have to rush right out and go to New York to talk about Vietnam tomorrow and I've been talking about it a great deal this week and weeks before that. But I'd like to use a subject from which to speak this afternoon, the Other America. And I use this subject because there are literally two Americas. One America is beautiful for situation. And, in a sense, this America is overflowing with the milk of prosperity and the honey of opportunity. This America is the habitat of millions of people who have food and material necessities for their bodies; and culture and education for their minds; and freedom and human dignity for their spirits. In this America, millions of people experience every day the opportunity of having life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness in all of their dimensions. And in this America millions of young people grow up in the sunlight of opportunity. But tragically and unfortunately, there is another America. This other America has a daily ugliness about it that constantly transforms the ebulliency of hope into the fatigue of despair. In this America millions of work-starved men walk the streets daily in search for jobs that do not exist. In this America millions of people find themselves living in rat-infested, vermin-filled slums. In this America people are poor by the millions. They find themselves perishing on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. In a sense, the greatest tragedy of this other America is what it does to little children. Little children in this other America are forced to grow up with clouds of inferiority forming every day in their little mental skies. As we look at this other America, we see it as an arena of blasted hopes and shattered dreams. Many people of various backgrounds live in this other America. Some are Mexican Americans, some are Puerto Ricans, some are Indians, some happen to be from other groups. Millions of them are Appalachian whites. But probably the largest group in this other America in proportion to its size in the population is the American Negro. The American Negro finds himself living in a triple ghetto. A ghetto of race, a ghetto of poverty, a ghetto of human misery. So what we are seeking to do in the Civil Rights Movement is to deal with this problem. To deal with this problem of the two Americas. We are seeking to make America one nation, Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. Now let me say that the struggle for Civil Rights and the struggle to make these two Americas one America, is much more difficult today than it was five or ten years ago. For about a decade or maybe twelve years, we've struggled all across the South in glorious struggles to get rid of legal, overt segregation and all of the humiliation that surrounded that system of segregation. In a sense this was a struggle for decency; we could not go to a lunch counter in so many instances and get a hamburger or a cup of coffee. We could not make use of public accommodations. Public transportation was segregated, and often we had to sit in the back and within transportation — transportation within cities — we often had to stand over empty seats because sections were reserved for whites only. We did not have the right to vote in so many areas of the South. And the struggle was to deal with these problems. And certainly they were difficult problems, they were humiliating conditions. By the thousands we protested these conditions. We made it clear that it was ultimately more honorable to accept jail cell experiences than to accept segregation and humiliation. By the thousands students and adults decided to sit in at segregated lunch counters to protest conditions there. When they were sitting at those lunch counters they were in reality standing up for the best in the American dream and seeking to take the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the Founding Fathers in the formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. Many things were gained as a result of these years of struggle. In 1964 the Civil Rights Bill came into being after the Birmingham movement which did a great deal to subpoena the conscience of a large segment of the nation to appear before the judgment seat of morality on the whole question of Civil Rights. After the Selma movement in 1965 we were able to get a Voting Rights Bill. And all of these things rep

How do I get over the fact I am motherless?

How do I get over the fact I am motherless? For context, read my last post: https://www.reddit.com/r/CPTSD/s/O6bl3LCw0O My mum was emotionally abusive to me throughout my whole life but pretended to love me. Since I came out as trans, she stopped pretending. I am struck by the realisation that I have serious mother issues because I never received secure maternal love. She was ‘hot and cold’ as she would insult me one moment and then says that her insults were tough love. A part of me is needy and wants a mother. But I am literally an adult so I cannot find another mother. Who wants to be a mother for an adult baby that they never conceived? Asking my friend to become my mother (or adopting the maternal role) is just exploitative. Asking a lover is even worse. How do I find another mother in an appropriate way? Because it would be weird to ask a non-family member to adopt a maternal role, how do I get over the fact I am motherless? I feel like nobody in the world loves me because my mum resented me ever since I was a baby. I feel like an unloveable cockroach. I have had temper tantrums in the past that led to my social circle kicking me out. They called me a child, and I can see why. My insecure attachment with my mum made me emotionally stunted. I ought to get over my insecure attachment to fix my emotional immaturity.

five nights at freddys 5 the real vershion

five nights at freddys 5 the real vershion hello guys tyler here. i posted this story on the fnaf forum BUT THOSE BITCHASS MODS DELETED IT! so i have to post it here OK SO BEFORE THE STORY STARTS I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT THIS IS A REAL STORY MADE BY ME AND THE VICTEMS AND IF ANY ONE SAYS ITS NOT THEN YOU ARE THE VICTEM BLAMER AND THE STORY BASHER AND I WILL BLACK YOU FROM MY PROFILE! SO DONT MESS WITH ME! DUMBASS! THATS RIGHT I JUST SWEARD AT YOU! ALSO THE REASON I MADE THIS STORY IS TO MAKE AWARENESS ABOUT THESE THINGS! SUCH LIKE THOSE SHOOTINGS! THESE THINGS IN THIS STORY HAPPEND IN REAL LIFE! YOU CANT NOT RUN FOREVER! YOU HAVE TO BE A BRAVE BOY AND FACE THE DISTURBING TRUTH OF HOW EVIL YOU AND THE HUMAN RACE IS! BY SAYING I MADE UP THIS STORY TO MAKE TO MAKE FNAF AND SCOTT LOOK BAD YOU ARE VICTEM BLAMING ME AND INVALIDDATING MY STORY AND FEELINGS! IF THIS STORY IS FAKE THEN WHY DID I TALK AABOUT THE DETAIL ABOUT HOW WHEN THE BULLYS TALKED IN THE NIGHT 6 CUT SCENCE THE MUSIC LOWERD SO YOU CAN HEAR THEM BETTER?! THAT SEEMS VERY RANDOM AND NOT IMPORTTENT! BUT I WHOTE THAT BECAUSE IT IS WHAT I SAW IN THE GAME! THIS IS MATURE STORY FOR 12+ AND 13+ ONLY! ALSO YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HATE ON THIS STORY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WRITEING IT SENCE 6/29/25 AND THE HARDIST PART ABOUT MAKEING SOMETHING IS FINISHING IT SO BE PROUD OF ME! PUT THAT HATE ON SOMETHING THAT NEEDS IT! SUCH  LIKE WITH THAT NIGHT WATCH AT FREDDIES!  DUMASS! ALSO THE REASON I KNOW I HAVE BEEN WRITEING THIS STORY SENCE 6/29/25 IS BECAUSE THATS WHAT IT SAYS ON PENZU! hello guys its tyler here. so we all know how sister location is the worst fnaf game right? well what if i tell you that there is a sceret oraingal verison that only i know about. here is the story... okay so i was checking out the fnaf games on steam because i dont own them on this computer. when i was doing that a glitch visual and a glitch sound happend and i saw a new thing. the new page was called... five nights at freddys 5: the fred bar this was crazy. me thinks. i have never heard of fnaf 5 the fred bar before. the release date said june 25 2017 witch is weird because that mean scott made this game after sister location released. this makes sence because of how long THE wait for fnaf 6 after fnaf sl was so he must have been working on something. anyway the game was free so i downloaded it. when you the press play button a message comes up that says this: WARNING! THIS IS A GAME DELETED FROM THE STEAM STORE! THAT MEANS IF YOU PLAY THIS GAME GLITCHES CAN HAPPEN ON YOUR COMPUTER! DO YOU ACCEPT THAT WE TAKE NO FAULT FOR WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU! YES!                                NO! me thinks its very scummy for steam to basically say they do not care for their customers but than agian this is the same people or someone who made it so you cant talk in team forttess 2 because they were not makeing enoght money. made you have to paid to talk in game because they were not makeing money. i clicked yes becuse i wanted to see this lost fnaf game. when the game opens for the first time you see a black screen like in fnaf world but the eyes that talk to you (in this case me because me thinks i am the first perosn to play this) are white instead of yellow. here is what he says: "hello tyler you foolish boy. this is not just a game. when you get to the end you will discover the truth of fnaf." i yelled what the fuck who is this but the main menu appeard too fast for the answer. i am very scared now because how could this game know my name? me thinks it is just a coridcindande or the game is programed to say the name of the owner of the computer becasusse me thinks you can make a game do that. anyway heres what the main menu looks like: its basically just the fnaf 1 menu but the text is white with yellow on the outside and on the left is fredbear instand of freddy. i clicked new game and it shows newpaper like in fnaf 1-3 here is what it says: HELP WANTED FOR GUARD AT FREDBEARS FRED BAR STRIP CLUB! FREDBEARS FRED BAR STRIP CLUB NEEDS A GUARD TO WORK NIGHTSHIFT! 00:00 TO 06:00 APPLY NOW AT! (646) 666-5998 this was werid and scary beccause the phone number had 666 the devils number. also this seems two adult for a fnaf game but it makes sense because this was before steel wool and blumhous e turned fnaf into moble game ps2 slop. 12:00 am night one okay so the office has two doors and a third one one the left side. the door on the left door leads to a hallway that leads to the genarader room where you must wind up the genarearder because you only get 30% power. and it does not go beyond. you do not have doors to close but you have lazers in their place witch me thinks is cooler. there is a calendar that says 1995 witch means this is after fnaf 1. in the sister location blue screen it says 17/8/1995 so me thinks this is what that was hinting at. the camera button is on the top and not the bottom like in the other game

@NljrOne @AshNicoleMoss Motherless LMAOOOOOO at least you tried 😂

@DivijaBhasin I can clearly see motherless behaviour of yours

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@Priyannkaa520 Abey chomu! Motherless Newli Chudail started poking Tanya when she didn't give sht about her. All chudail's target since day 1 of her re-entry is to break strong bonds

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One of the possible perpetrators

One of the possible perpetrators I recently watched Nick Crowley's video on YT, and it gave me the sickest feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized that when I was about 11 or 12 I actually came across the "daily capper" page on instagram. Unfortunately at the time, "exposing" culture and accounts were very popular with older teenagers and even people closer to my age making them so I assumed it was another one of those pages and swiped away. I don't think at the time I could wrap my young mind around the actual depravity that was that page. I never saw it or thought of it again. Since realizing what that account actually was, a group of disgusting grown men banding together like schoolgirls all for one common goal, the feeling in my stomach has not gone away and I had to do some digging. I started my search on YouTube, went to Instagram, even the waybackmachine. I found the only video they had left on YouTube first, detailing the assisted suicide and organized harassment of Amanda Todd, to which the owner of the page was trying their hardest to distance his self and others in that fucked up community from the tragedy that they created. From that video, I could only assume that there had to be more of these somewhere. since they had so called "capper awards" back then, I knew that If I was able to find it, I could likely come across some of these assholes incriminating themselves on video, some type of telling information. From what I saw on the YouTube video with the chat logs they posted, those mfkas were feeling cocky as fuck. came back to reddit and and against my better judgement I searched for a site called "motherless" and looked up their name. I almost clicked off once I realized it was a porn site but I looked because I figured that they probably weren't just going to put the actual photos on their viral for the time videos if they were blackmailing young girls and selling them. ( I assume). Watched one video and I'm still utterly disgusted. One man that calls himself "Avery 000" actually posted a video with his face essentially telling his story of how he became a 'capper'. At the time the video was posted he was 32 years old. I'll add the pictures below. There was also another name of interest, an account by the name of Perso, who was mentioned in both of the videos I saw, and seemed to be a somewhat prolific name in their community. He was allegedly 92 years old and get this, a fuckin therapist. "Just a normal man living a normal life" the posting account said. I assume he's since passed without receiving his justice served. These are sick individuals that I'm sure are still doing this. I'm wary of doing more research because this shit is making me sick but I feel like I have to. If they were that open about their actions then there has to be more evidence out there. They even said "if you're not attracted to t33nage girls, you're an f/slur" and called out Chris Hansen. If there's any way to help get closer to finding these fucks and delivering some type of justice id like to help in any way I can.

First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree - Roderick Hellebore

First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree - Roderick Hellebore *First Person Shooter: Being the True History of My Spree*, a nonfiction novel by someone writing under the name Roderick Hellebore, is a startlingly unusual book. As just one example, it opens with a set of instructions for its own composition: "Take published texts about mass shootings in the United States that ended in the shooter's death and edit them into the memoir of a continuous, undying, metempsychotic killer." Hellebore ably satisfies this dark Oulipian directive as he recounts a selection of fifteen mass shootings that took place between 1981 and 1998, constructing each account entirely from court transcripts, government publications, national and regional reporting, including interviews of survivors, victims' families, and the colleagues and acquaintances of the shooters, and other publicly available material. For all the gruesome horror they describe, these pages turn quickly. Hellebore's prose is propulsive, the details he brings into focus adding up to a skillfully rendered view of the dingy, depressing, unremarkable lives of these psychopaths. Stylistic choices alter the source texts only so far as is necessary to braid them together into a single meta-narrative, a feat that Hellebore carries off expertly through the conceit of the "metempsychotic killer" responsible for each of these acts of mass murder. Like some ageless demonic presence, this entity is alternately reincarnated in a former teacher who murdered eight people in a Miami welding shop in 1982, a California public transit equipment operator who killed four former coworkers after being fired for pilfering scrap metal in 1997, and so on and on. The effect can be jarring when, well into one of the accounts but before the mass shooting in question takes place, the narrative voice refers to a past shooting carried out by a different person, often years ago and in another part of the country, as one of his own: "If my coworkers delayed reporting my abusive behavior to city authorities, they had good reason. I told them repeatedly: If you mess with my job, it will be time to lock and load. When one of my massacres was on TV, I said I understood. Employees had a right to shoot people when our job was messed with. I had freedom of speech and a .32 revolver in my car." None of the actual shooters is named in the book, and this lends an even more sinister gravity to the idea of a slaughter-crazed spirit haunting the American landscape. While the metempsychotic killer is compelling as a structuring device, it also serves to acknowledge the uniquely self-perpetuating nature of this species of violence. "Each time the seed is planted," the murderer-spirit intones later in the book; put differently, each time the seed is planted *anew*, and every shooting inspires another. And so we arrive at another aspect of the problem that makes it so distressing: these "mass casualty events" have achieved a degree of normalcy in our culture that should concern us far more than it does. Shootings like these occur with grim regularity. We briefly feel sad, assign blame to one group or worldview or phenomenon, and move on with our lives. I'm not sure which is worse: that the carnage continues unchecked or that we've lost touch with whatever part of our humanity might care enough to try to do something about it. The issue has been politicized, which means banishing it to a realm that doesn't admit of practical solutions. "There are dark recesses of the human heart which can never be fully explored; shadowy places from which sometimes issue forth murderous commands; terrains which scholars, clerics, and healers have long attempted to map—with conspicuously little success. I don't know how to say this but: there aren't too many people around who really understand." This is how the deranged ex-employee of a Corpus Christi industrial inspection and consulting firm explains why he returned to his old office and shot five of his former colleagues to death, before turning the gun himself, one afternoon in April 1995. Among the fifteen accounts that make up the novel, this one comes closest, in its frank humility, to providing the reader with something to help make sense of these atrocities. A stark admission: we don't actually know why they keep happening. Yes, of course, easy access to finely calibrated instruments of destruction by deranged men is part of the problem; the challenges inherent in identifying violent tendencies and providing (and funding) adequate treatment is part of it too. Racism, misogyny, religious extremism: the grossest ideologies all have their roles. But what possesses a person, often luckless, inept, isolated, or traumatized, if not outright demented, but sometimes by all appearances pretty normal, to slaughter five, ten, twenty innocent people? Children? This is a problem whose causes remain hidden to us, and there might be nothing more terrifying. *Fi