B'H
It never ceases to amaze me that I have gone under a lot of criticism for what I post, yet to be honest, I have never posted anything like this idiot posts and nor would I.
http://www.theage.com.au/victoria/explicit-tweeter-quits-classroom-20121215-2bgks.html
All I can say is that thank G-D she has made the right decision to go. What amazes me is that someone who would even think like that is in a classroom teaching young impressionable minds. Even in times when I was not as religiously observant to post such things as this person does is mind boggling.
Some people may hate my conservative view point, but do you know what, I can live with that. I really do not care if you don't like what I say. You can argue against it if you like and I will conduct an online debate with you but I am not going to change my views unless it is proved to me beyond all reasonable doubt with a G-dly sanction that I am wrong and you are right.
When I read this I laughed and thought of the cheapo tramp booligirl aka bullygirl who comes onto my site to leave her ugly little comments and thought this would be a good pal for her. Cheap and slutty with no morals and vicious. Actually quite disgusting.
However, by the same token we should feel pity for such people as they are bought up in an age where there are no brakes on sexual behaviours and no moral boundaries. What are we doing to the younger generation? Think about it. We need to set the example.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
MegWhitman - the need to be liked and the largest structures yet discovered, defy Nasa's previous calculations
B'H
After doing a bit of light reading before I settle down and garden and write today, I come away with some amazing insights into the way the world - this world works. Here you have in the form of Meg Whiteman, a failed republican who lost to Jerry Brown for the Californian governorship, receiving a massive cash injection into her already swollen coffers of material wealth, after that is, failing in her overseership of Hewett-Packard to make a profit. She apparently said in her run for the governorship, if you need to be liked this is the wrong job for you. Maybe she would have made a good principal or teacher of a school. You need ethics and people with ethics are not necessarily viewed favourably in this world. They make many feel guilty and they are often hated because they tell the truth even when it is uncomfortable. Diplomats do not tell the truth. They tell you want you want to hear and then they go and do the exact opposite - what they wanted to do or what was on their agenda in the first place. If that is what she said, no wonder her run for governorship failed. A real pollie tells his electorate how smart they are and convinces them that 'I am on your side and I will do this and this for you when you elect me'. Of course, the idiots believe him or her and elect them and meanwhile the clever deceptive politician is laughing up his or her sleeve about how he or she fooled the electorate.
This 'poor little rich girl' maybe be hard working but she must have received some incredibly bad advice about image and how to present herself. Politics is all about image and how to present yourself and hiding your real feelings from the electorate and being fuzzy wuzzy with them, kissing the babies and cuddly with the other powerbrokers. Maybe she did not do enough of that nor make enough promises to certain lobby groups. She spent more than any other self funded politician in USA history, 144 million of her own personal wealth, plus 178.4 million of donor money to make her election bid and lost to Jerry Brown the winner. Cracked me up big time. It just shows that some of the electors are not as stupid as some people think they are. I actually think she may have made a good governor but then her social skills may be what let her down. Who knows.
Here it is to have a read and make up your own mind. Would you want this woman in charge of your state as a premier?
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/02/07/nasa-stereo-sun-images-video_n_819510.html
The first head line to catch my eye this morning was this.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/11/largest-structure-in-universe-large-quasar-group_n_2455552.html?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmaing6%7Cdl1%7Csec1_lnk2%26pLid%3D256429
What is interesting is these scientists are always making statements without realising that the universe is a fluid and G-D driven structure. It is continually boiling away and changing. The G-Dly power that provides its essence and energy is constant and beyond our limited imagination. Of course, they are wondering at the depth and breadth of the universe because they are trying to define it in our terms of limited human understanding.
The profound proof of who and what is G-D is continually before our eyes and we fail to see it. Nothing happens in this world without the Abishter's hand in its development. We can sometimes forestall divine plan for a while but we cannot change it completely. It will run its course eventually.
You can have people write books like this Shlomo Sand against the creation of the state of Israel and you begin to understand completely the struggle between good and evil and how evil can cling to those who have lost their path in life and use them for their own purposes. There will be an expanded state of Israel one day, but for that, many more Jews have to return to their roots and pray and study Torah and live as Torah Jews and not as Jewish born goyim and pretend they are Jews while they eat Hazir and walk around half naked and do the wrong thing by others. I personally and others pray for the redeemption of all Jews and the return to a fully functioning state of Israel with the third beit Hahmikdash and for that to happen we need Moishiach. May the Moishiach come and lead us all into a holy age where G-D is recognised as the true source of power in this world and we lead Torah lives and live as mentschen and those non Jews will follow the seven laws of the Noahides..
The scientists at NASA would understand a whole lot more, if only they viewed the world through the eyes of those who understand there is a G-D out there. Truth can be hidden only for so long but it will stand out one day and the lies will collapse by the wayside.
After doing a bit of light reading before I settle down and garden and write today, I come away with some amazing insights into the way the world - this world works. Here you have in the form of Meg Whiteman, a failed republican who lost to Jerry Brown for the Californian governorship, receiving a massive cash injection into her already swollen coffers of material wealth, after that is, failing in her overseership of Hewett-Packard to make a profit. She apparently said in her run for the governorship, if you need to be liked this is the wrong job for you. Maybe she would have made a good principal or teacher of a school. You need ethics and people with ethics are not necessarily viewed favourably in this world. They make many feel guilty and they are often hated because they tell the truth even when it is uncomfortable. Diplomats do not tell the truth. They tell you want you want to hear and then they go and do the exact opposite - what they wanted to do or what was on their agenda in the first place. If that is what she said, no wonder her run for governorship failed. A real pollie tells his electorate how smart they are and convinces them that 'I am on your side and I will do this and this for you when you elect me'. Of course, the idiots believe him or her and elect them and meanwhile the clever deceptive politician is laughing up his or her sleeve about how he or she fooled the electorate.
This 'poor little rich girl' maybe be hard working but she must have received some incredibly bad advice about image and how to present herself. Politics is all about image and how to present yourself and hiding your real feelings from the electorate and being fuzzy wuzzy with them, kissing the babies and cuddly with the other powerbrokers. Maybe she did not do enough of that nor make enough promises to certain lobby groups. She spent more than any other self funded politician in USA history, 144 million of her own personal wealth, plus 178.4 million of donor money to make her election bid and lost to Jerry Brown the winner. Cracked me up big time. It just shows that some of the electors are not as stupid as some people think they are. I actually think she may have made a good governor but then her social skills may be what let her down. Who knows.
Here it is to have a read and make up your own mind. Would you want this woman in charge of your state as a premier?
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/02/07/nasa-stereo-sun-images-video_n_819510.html
The first head line to catch my eye this morning was this.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/11/largest-structure-in-universe-large-quasar-group_n_2455552.html?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmaing6%7Cdl1%7Csec1_lnk2%26pLid%3D256429
What is interesting is these scientists are always making statements without realising that the universe is a fluid and G-D driven structure. It is continually boiling away and changing. The G-Dly power that provides its essence and energy is constant and beyond our limited imagination. Of course, they are wondering at the depth and breadth of the universe because they are trying to define it in our terms of limited human understanding.
The profound proof of who and what is G-D is continually before our eyes and we fail to see it. Nothing happens in this world without the Abishter's hand in its development. We can sometimes forestall divine plan for a while but we cannot change it completely. It will run its course eventually.
You can have people write books like this Shlomo Sand against the creation of the state of Israel and you begin to understand completely the struggle between good and evil and how evil can cling to those who have lost their path in life and use them for their own purposes. There will be an expanded state of Israel one day, but for that, many more Jews have to return to their roots and pray and study Torah and live as Torah Jews and not as Jewish born goyim and pretend they are Jews while they eat Hazir and walk around half naked and do the wrong thing by others. I personally and others pray for the redeemption of all Jews and the return to a fully functioning state of Israel with the third beit Hahmikdash and for that to happen we need Moishiach. May the Moishiach come and lead us all into a holy age where G-D is recognised as the true source of power in this world and we lead Torah lives and live as mentschen and those non Jews will follow the seven laws of the Noahides..
The scientists at NASA would understand a whole lot more, if only they viewed the world through the eyes of those who understand there is a G-D out there. Truth can be hidden only for so long but it will stand out one day and the lies will collapse by the wayside.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Snakey Encounterings
B'H
Well, the first slithery visitor of summer slid into my yard while I was on the phone in my hotspot. I only can barely afford a mobile phone and after today, I am keeping it well charged and close at hand.
He was black and very, very active. I freaked big time. I am not a big reptile fan. No Steve Urwin here. Grabbing a snake by the tail has never been my bag of tricks and nor is it ever likely to be. I see snake and my heart pounds, I start to sweat and I am looking for the nearest sharp instrument, perferably a hoe with a long, long handle and my instinct is to chop, chop,chop and chop if I can stop myself from running for the hills first. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. I tell my son he should run indoors and NEVER EVER approach them, even for a better look. You leave them right alone. I rang the snakecatcher and had a chat. I wanted the ins and outs of snake habits from the horse's mouth so to speak as well as my own research on the internet. 'Stand still', he told me. 'Don't run. They don't want to bite you, because they can't eat you. They do not want to waste valuable venom on you.' Gee, that's a comforting thought. I hope the snake remembers that before he or she bites either me or my son or the cat or one of the goats. I am now worried about the cat as I think there is a snake or snakes under the house. In fact I am positive there are snakes there and HOPE there are no holes into the house from under there. I do not want to wake up with a copperhead or eastern brown in my bed or cupboard or bathroom, thank you very much.
He stated that the fine for killing a snake was $5,000. My family must have owed the Australian government a lot of money over the years. We have killed them for generations. The idigenous people say they are good tucker. I will never know, because they definitely do not have a cloven hoof, nor do they chew their cud. They also do not have fins, despite the fact that they do have scales. And they do not normally swim in water and do not have gills. I hate snakes. Maybe I could call in some indigenous snake catchers and they may not leave much evidence behind and come away with smiles. It is a very environmentally sound idea. The snake is going to serve a higher cause.
I am going to get rid of the wood pile in the corner of the yard and have a bonfire if I am allowed a permit. It will be impossible to burn off in my usual place as the guy who rents the farm paddocks has filled this huge shed with hay bales from the lucene and clover he and his son harvested. I am sure I would be very popular if I burned off a bit of wood and a spark or two was blown into the hay shed. I am going to dig a bit of a shallow hole and wet the ground with water all around when I do burn off the rotten planks and sticks and bits of pine cones and broken branches. The dead cypress trees are leaning at an angle in this high wind and they do need burning asap as soon as it is safe to do so. They are probably going to fall over the driveway and some are at awkard angles. Another matter to be looked after.
At first, I thought the snake I saw was a young Eastern Brown or a Black red belly, but it was correctly identified by the young chap from across the road who does my mowing and helps with the gardening. He said it was a Copperhead. He did see it. When he started the lawnmover, it moved out of the grass like greased lightening and headed off past the compost bin into the orchard. I shall be very careful for the next few weeks, months around the fruit trees. I had a funny feeling about a snake being there for some time. Strange that but I always felt as though I was on high alert around that water tank area and the fruit trees.
I also cannot let my son roam around I have to know what he is doing at all times. He is going to hate it. But snakes are snakes and kids are kids. They have to be kept separate from each other otherwise there are disasterous results from close contact of the two species.
Well, the first slithery visitor of summer slid into my yard while I was on the phone in my hotspot. I only can barely afford a mobile phone and after today, I am keeping it well charged and close at hand.
He was black and very, very active. I freaked big time. I am not a big reptile fan. No Steve Urwin here. Grabbing a snake by the tail has never been my bag of tricks and nor is it ever likely to be. I see snake and my heart pounds, I start to sweat and I am looking for the nearest sharp instrument, perferably a hoe with a long, long handle and my instinct is to chop, chop,chop and chop if I can stop myself from running for the hills first. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. Fight or flight. I tell my son he should run indoors and NEVER EVER approach them, even for a better look. You leave them right alone. I rang the snakecatcher and had a chat. I wanted the ins and outs of snake habits from the horse's mouth so to speak as well as my own research on the internet. 'Stand still', he told me. 'Don't run. They don't want to bite you, because they can't eat you. They do not want to waste valuable venom on you.' Gee, that's a comforting thought. I hope the snake remembers that before he or she bites either me or my son or the cat or one of the goats. I am now worried about the cat as I think there is a snake or snakes under the house. In fact I am positive there are snakes there and HOPE there are no holes into the house from under there. I do not want to wake up with a copperhead or eastern brown in my bed or cupboard or bathroom, thank you very much.
He stated that the fine for killing a snake was $5,000. My family must have owed the Australian government a lot of money over the years. We have killed them for generations. The idigenous people say they are good tucker. I will never know, because they definitely do not have a cloven hoof, nor do they chew their cud. They also do not have fins, despite the fact that they do have scales. And they do not normally swim in water and do not have gills. I hate snakes. Maybe I could call in some indigenous snake catchers and they may not leave much evidence behind and come away with smiles. It is a very environmentally sound idea. The snake is going to serve a higher cause.
I am going to get rid of the wood pile in the corner of the yard and have a bonfire if I am allowed a permit. It will be impossible to burn off in my usual place as the guy who rents the farm paddocks has filled this huge shed with hay bales from the lucene and clover he and his son harvested. I am sure I would be very popular if I burned off a bit of wood and a spark or two was blown into the hay shed. I am going to dig a bit of a shallow hole and wet the ground with water all around when I do burn off the rotten planks and sticks and bits of pine cones and broken branches. The dead cypress trees are leaning at an angle in this high wind and they do need burning asap as soon as it is safe to do so. They are probably going to fall over the driveway and some are at awkard angles. Another matter to be looked after.
At first, I thought the snake I saw was a young Eastern Brown or a Black red belly, but it was correctly identified by the young chap from across the road who does my mowing and helps with the gardening. He said it was a Copperhead. He did see it. When he started the lawnmover, it moved out of the grass like greased lightening and headed off past the compost bin into the orchard. I shall be very careful for the next few weeks, months around the fruit trees. I had a funny feeling about a snake being there for some time. Strange that but I always felt as though I was on high alert around that water tank area and the fruit trees.
I also cannot let my son roam around I have to know what he is doing at all times. He is going to hate it. But snakes are snakes and kids are kids. They have to be kept separate from each other otherwise there are disasterous results from close contact of the two species.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Rabbi Dr Cowen's Talk on the Redifinition of the Human and the argument of the same gender marriage
B'H
I have just listened to a wonderfully articulate and logical argument against same gender marriage by Dr Shimon Cowen. I have not had the time to explore the JML library resources, but just touched on it because of the Yarchai Kalla just recently on in Melbourne. It is on every year, a summer learning program with always awesome speakers. These guys sit and learn and think very deeply on numerous topics and deliver some of the most amazing lectures. Exploring the speeches, I happened apon one of my favourite speakers, Rabbi Dr Cowen.
Dr Cowen feels we should have defined or drawn the boundaries much earlier in the peace and I have to agree. He also expresses concerns about the conduct of the gay lobby groups having these programs in Australian schools that want kids to be labelled or fixed into a certain gender orientation in their teens. Like myself and others, he feels that this time for teenagers is one of great confusion and fluidity and that children who are going through a normal phrase of exploring their sexual identity can be brain washed by these lobby groups through these 'anti homophobia' programs in believing that they are homosexual and their transition into normal heterosexuality be stunted or stopped. Thus you have the creation of a generation who will be totally confused about who or what they are and of course it creates more 'young meat' so to speak for the older homosexuals to feed off.
I have always had great concerns about this sort of stuff. Especially when we had a teacher at a school I was at once, who announced to the classes she taught that she was 'gay'. I do not get up and say to my classes, 'Hello grade 8 C I am Ms Leeds and I am heterosexual.' It is not the business of the class what you are or are not. You are there to teach them English, History or what ever subject you are required to teach. I would be just saying MYOB to any student that dared ask that sort of question. You can be gay and teacher but you do not have to stuff your gender politics down my throat every minute of the day. This is totally beyond the pale.
There are a lot of concerns about how these programs are panning out and should we be allowing this sort of stuff in schools at all. Why not just stick to the business of teaching and getting on with it.
I have just listened to a wonderfully articulate and logical argument against same gender marriage by Dr Shimon Cowen. I have not had the time to explore the JML library resources, but just touched on it because of the Yarchai Kalla just recently on in Melbourne. It is on every year, a summer learning program with always awesome speakers. These guys sit and learn and think very deeply on numerous topics and deliver some of the most amazing lectures. Exploring the speeches, I happened apon one of my favourite speakers, Rabbi Dr Cowen.
Dr Cowen feels we should have defined or drawn the boundaries much earlier in the peace and I have to agree. He also expresses concerns about the conduct of the gay lobby groups having these programs in Australian schools that want kids to be labelled or fixed into a certain gender orientation in their teens. Like myself and others, he feels that this time for teenagers is one of great confusion and fluidity and that children who are going through a normal phrase of exploring their sexual identity can be brain washed by these lobby groups through these 'anti homophobia' programs in believing that they are homosexual and their transition into normal heterosexuality be stunted or stopped. Thus you have the creation of a generation who will be totally confused about who or what they are and of course it creates more 'young meat' so to speak for the older homosexuals to feed off.
I have always had great concerns about this sort of stuff. Especially when we had a teacher at a school I was at once, who announced to the classes she taught that she was 'gay'. I do not get up and say to my classes, 'Hello grade 8 C I am Ms Leeds and I am heterosexual.' It is not the business of the class what you are or are not. You are there to teach them English, History or what ever subject you are required to teach. I would be just saying MYOB to any student that dared ask that sort of question. You can be gay and teacher but you do not have to stuff your gender politics down my throat every minute of the day. This is totally beyond the pale.
There are a lot of concerns about how these programs are panning out and should we be allowing this sort of stuff in schools at all. Why not just stick to the business of teaching and getting on with it.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Dr Robert Meliliio "Disconnected Kids" and the Brain Balance Centers
B'H
Friday arvo. Rushing into town with my son. Want to get back with at least two hours to spare before candle lighting. Gotta grab a few groceries, for we were not expecting to stay on the farm this Shabbes, but going to Melbourne to stay with our Rabbi and Rebetzin and to have lunch with our dear friends who daughter recently married. I went to the newsagent and this book stared me in the eye. Some books do that. They grab you. It's either the title or the picture on the front that some how grasps the viewers' attention. It is called marketing.
This book
Disconnected Kids' with the picture of a young boy on the front leaped out at me. (No, thank you, I am not Germaine Greer, so before the more perverted readers of this blog get going, I will anticipate and quell the filth that rises in the sewers of their minds.)
This is a kid with a far away dreamy look in his eyes. Disconnected and off with the fairies. Seen that look often in a class room, when I start on one of my pet loves, the structure and syntax of English as she is 'spoke' in Australia. :-)
The smaller print proclaims 'The Ground breaking Brain Balance Program for Children with Autism, ADHD, Dyslexia and other Neurological Disorders. I was thinking should I get this book and my impulse buying streak kicked in. 'Go on', my yetzer ra said,'you deserve a new book. You have not bought a book for yourself for ages.'. My Yetzer tov struggled vainly. 'Ilana, you silly cow, you have no money. You can't afford to buy books. You have no job. You are on a pension. People on pensions should not buy books. They should only go to libraries and get the books back on time so they don't have to pay fines.' Your yetzer ra felt particularly strengthened by the fact that you were saving money on petrol by not travelling to Melbourne and needed to give yourself something to 'make up' for the fact that you would not be in Melbourne for Shabbes. 'Go on.' it said, 'You were going to get a new siddur at Chai books but he did not have the siddur there for you. Same price and this is enhancing knowledge that you can use to help your son and other kids once you are in the classroom again.' DONE! After my yetzer tov picked itself up from the floor with buffalo prints of the Yetzer ra in its backside, I had a new book to read and a lightened bank account. It felt good, but it also felt guilty.
I spent most of my Shabbes when I was not davening, or playing some games or talking parsha with Nir, just engrossed in this book. I laughed. I cried and I was blown away by the commonsense and logical approach of this doctor. It was akin to being so thirsty for a long time and having only brackish, dead water to drink and someone just dumps a bucket of pure mountain spring water down in front of you.
He had been and has been concerned about the rise in Autism Spectrum Disorders and also other learning imbalances in kids that have increased at a rather horrifying rate in the last twenty years. I have had my own private theories and it was great not to feel so alone and out there all of a sudden. Australian Education is way behind the eight ball on this and I think there are a lot of schools in every state that just do not know how to deal with the rise in the numbers of kids with diagnosed and undiagnosed learning disabilities and behavioural problems. Some of the teachers, under enormous pressures not only from this, but work loads tend to disconnect too. It is called survival and it is not good for them or their students.
By the way, I learnt that in some American schools they have R's for Requires Support and M's for Meeting Expectations. However, I still prefer descriptive assessments - that is firstly, describing what outcomes the student has achieved for the semester, comment on classroom attitude and working with class mates and define an area that needs improvement. All these mazes of tick boxes are just so unnecessary and a waste of teacher and student and parent time. Does the student and the parent really read them? I think most parents and students prefer a good descriptive comment that is relevant to the academic progress of the student and his or her school/classroom socialisation. I remember at one school having to do massive reports of about fifty tick boxes with five choices each.
Eg. Does student relate well to peers?
Does student understand written texts?
Does student understand topics discussed?
Can student express opinions on a given topic?
and so forth
0 Not at all. 1 Rarely. 2 Sometimes 3 Usually 4 Always
Sometimes it can vary from day to day with some students and some students do make dramatic improvements in the last few weeks of a term. Some can also remain flat for months and then something twigs and they power ahead.
This book is a must for both primary school and secondary school teachers to read. His theory and program is based on the idea of Functional Disconnection Syndrome and it basically means that there are two brain hemispheres and that they should develop in a synchronised and orderly fashion. He actually explains the functions of the left brain and right brain hemispheres and states that boys are by and large, more prone to these dis functioning disorders, more so than girls who have a thicker bridge between the hemispheres. That of course, does not rule out females also suffering from some cognitive dysfunction or autism spectrum disorders as well. With somewhat increasing frequency these days, you have kids whose brains are not firing on all cylinders like they should. He takes a holistic approach and his focus is not just on academic assessment but it is about diet, exercise and other factors being involved. What I really liked was his approach that all the right equipment is there, you just have to work on tweaking it to make it function more effectively. That has basically been my belief for many years.
I used to hate it in staff rooms to hear other teachers pull down or even make fun of students with lower academic abilities. I remember this teacher who replaced me at Narrandera, who everyone loved so much because 'she did the best impressions of .................... and ...................... who are such thick as brick kids'. She was also a great favourite with the principal who I had to later make a complaint against for discrimination and who disliked me with a passion.
I would not and never have described a kid as 'thick as a brick' nor as 'the lights are on, but no one is home. Don't bother about him.' To me, those sorts of comments are disgusting for any teacher to make. We make assessments about a student's given ability and skills over a given time. We are not there to make any sort of judgement or to state his or her potential. The potential of any student is unlimited and not bound by our opinion and nor should it be.
The rate of development and who a child or student is changes so rapidly from the ages of 12 to 18 as to seem almost phenomenal. The super shy and introspective can develop confidence and abilities that we might never have guessed and the ratty kid with ODD in year 8 could end up as school captain and a very responsible and mature young man. We only have to encourage it to happen and support them in their learning and exploration of the world within the guidelines of a decent and humane social code of behaviour.
Anyway here is the brain balance website and I am going to curl up with the last seventy pages of Disconnected Kids before I drop off to sleep and have to get up at six to milk my goat. Making more fetta cheese tomorrow. Yum. It is organic too. :-)
http://www.brainbalancecenters.com/about/frequently-asked-questions/
Friday arvo. Rushing into town with my son. Want to get back with at least two hours to spare before candle lighting. Gotta grab a few groceries, for we were not expecting to stay on the farm this Shabbes, but going to Melbourne to stay with our Rabbi and Rebetzin and to have lunch with our dear friends who daughter recently married. I went to the newsagent and this book stared me in the eye. Some books do that. They grab you. It's either the title or the picture on the front that some how grasps the viewers' attention. It is called marketing.
This book
Disconnected Kids' with the picture of a young boy on the front leaped out at me. (No, thank you, I am not Germaine Greer, so before the more perverted readers of this blog get going, I will anticipate and quell the filth that rises in the sewers of their minds.)
This is a kid with a far away dreamy look in his eyes. Disconnected and off with the fairies. Seen that look often in a class room, when I start on one of my pet loves, the structure and syntax of English as she is 'spoke' in Australia. :-)
The smaller print proclaims 'The Ground breaking Brain Balance Program for Children with Autism, ADHD, Dyslexia and other Neurological Disorders. I was thinking should I get this book and my impulse buying streak kicked in. 'Go on', my yetzer ra said,'you deserve a new book. You have not bought a book for yourself for ages.'. My Yetzer tov struggled vainly. 'Ilana, you silly cow, you have no money. You can't afford to buy books. You have no job. You are on a pension. People on pensions should not buy books. They should only go to libraries and get the books back on time so they don't have to pay fines.' Your yetzer ra felt particularly strengthened by the fact that you were saving money on petrol by not travelling to Melbourne and needed to give yourself something to 'make up' for the fact that you would not be in Melbourne for Shabbes. 'Go on.' it said, 'You were going to get a new siddur at Chai books but he did not have the siddur there for you. Same price and this is enhancing knowledge that you can use to help your son and other kids once you are in the classroom again.' DONE! After my yetzer tov picked itself up from the floor with buffalo prints of the Yetzer ra in its backside, I had a new book to read and a lightened bank account. It felt good, but it also felt guilty.
I spent most of my Shabbes when I was not davening, or playing some games or talking parsha with Nir, just engrossed in this book. I laughed. I cried and I was blown away by the commonsense and logical approach of this doctor. It was akin to being so thirsty for a long time and having only brackish, dead water to drink and someone just dumps a bucket of pure mountain spring water down in front of you.
He had been and has been concerned about the rise in Autism Spectrum Disorders and also other learning imbalances in kids that have increased at a rather horrifying rate in the last twenty years. I have had my own private theories and it was great not to feel so alone and out there all of a sudden. Australian Education is way behind the eight ball on this and I think there are a lot of schools in every state that just do not know how to deal with the rise in the numbers of kids with diagnosed and undiagnosed learning disabilities and behavioural problems. Some of the teachers, under enormous pressures not only from this, but work loads tend to disconnect too. It is called survival and it is not good for them or their students.
By the way, I learnt that in some American schools they have R's for Requires Support and M's for Meeting Expectations. However, I still prefer descriptive assessments - that is firstly, describing what outcomes the student has achieved for the semester, comment on classroom attitude and working with class mates and define an area that needs improvement. All these mazes of tick boxes are just so unnecessary and a waste of teacher and student and parent time. Does the student and the parent really read them? I think most parents and students prefer a good descriptive comment that is relevant to the academic progress of the student and his or her school/classroom socialisation. I remember at one school having to do massive reports of about fifty tick boxes with five choices each.
Eg. Does student relate well to peers?
Does student understand written texts?
Does student understand topics discussed?
Can student express opinions on a given topic?
and so forth
0 Not at all. 1 Rarely. 2 Sometimes 3 Usually 4 Always
Sometimes it can vary from day to day with some students and some students do make dramatic improvements in the last few weeks of a term. Some can also remain flat for months and then something twigs and they power ahead.
This book is a must for both primary school and secondary school teachers to read. His theory and program is based on the idea of Functional Disconnection Syndrome and it basically means that there are two brain hemispheres and that they should develop in a synchronised and orderly fashion. He actually explains the functions of the left brain and right brain hemispheres and states that boys are by and large, more prone to these dis functioning disorders, more so than girls who have a thicker bridge between the hemispheres. That of course, does not rule out females also suffering from some cognitive dysfunction or autism spectrum disorders as well. With somewhat increasing frequency these days, you have kids whose brains are not firing on all cylinders like they should. He takes a holistic approach and his focus is not just on academic assessment but it is about diet, exercise and other factors being involved. What I really liked was his approach that all the right equipment is there, you just have to work on tweaking it to make it function more effectively. That has basically been my belief for many years.
I used to hate it in staff rooms to hear other teachers pull down or even make fun of students with lower academic abilities. I remember this teacher who replaced me at Narrandera, who everyone loved so much because 'she did the best impressions of .................... and ...................... who are such thick as brick kids'. She was also a great favourite with the principal who I had to later make a complaint against for discrimination and who disliked me with a passion.
I would not and never have described a kid as 'thick as a brick' nor as 'the lights are on, but no one is home. Don't bother about him.' To me, those sorts of comments are disgusting for any teacher to make. We make assessments about a student's given ability and skills over a given time. We are not there to make any sort of judgement or to state his or her potential. The potential of any student is unlimited and not bound by our opinion and nor should it be.
The rate of development and who a child or student is changes so rapidly from the ages of 12 to 18 as to seem almost phenomenal. The super shy and introspective can develop confidence and abilities that we might never have guessed and the ratty kid with ODD in year 8 could end up as school captain and a very responsible and mature young man. We only have to encourage it to happen and support them in their learning and exploration of the world within the guidelines of a decent and humane social code of behaviour.
Anyway here is the brain balance website and I am going to curl up with the last seventy pages of Disconnected Kids before I drop off to sleep and have to get up at six to milk my goat. Making more fetta cheese tomorrow. Yum. It is organic too. :-)
http://www.brainbalancecenters.com/about/frequently-asked-questions/
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Compassion and Tzedaka and employing the older unemployed..
B'H
If a person has skills and experience in a fairly multi skilled profession, it should be easy to be gainfully employed, one would think. However from experience and anecdotal evidence and statistics, it is not so, if one has hit the big 50. It is also true of younger women who have taken years off to raise children, a very demanding and highly skilled occupation. Often they need to retrain in a different profession to their original profession to be employed at all. It is strange. Having children or getting older, does not necessarily mean we should be any less competent or efficient in our work. We do not lose brain cells through child bearing or getting older. Often some of the most interesting and capable women I have met are women who have effectively raised large families of children successfully. Some of the most boring women I have met are single career women, no kids, self obsessed and totally focussed on their careers and who want to talk shop the whole time. And the same goes for guys. Sorry fellows, but it is true.
I noticed this strange phenomena once when talking to a single friend of mine who had the flu. I got a run down of every little symptom connected to the illness. Oy, the headaches, the back pain, the stuffiness, my sore throat. Oy vey, I am so sick. Sorry, but this person and I love her dearly, was totally focused on her feelings and how she felt. Not once did she ask about me, my son or anyone we knew. It was all her and her and her. She is intelligent, extremely so, but kinda so self centred. I never ring her when I want some sympathy. I would go to another friend I have who is the mother of twelve children. She, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. She never tells you when she is not feeling good. You have to be observant enough to see it and ask her directly. She is an amazing human being. She always asks you how you are. You have to ask her how she feels and she will tell you 'Baruch Hashem' even though you can see she is dropping from tiredness or has a bit of a flu or is just in pain. She puts that aside and focuses on others. She has a lot of skills and a lot of talents that are hidden under the persona of 'mother' and 'bubba'. Under the hat of mother and grandmother, there are many hidden talents and experiences that could be used in professions such as education, counselling, child care,sales and marketing, horticulture, animal husbandry, pediatric care, real estate, administration, organisation, accounting and housekeeping. Most men are pretty two dimensional compared to women. They tend to specialise in their fields and let's face it, they do get very good at it and are able to reach great heights in their chosen field, but they are hardly ever single. There is usually a hard working wife or partner behind the scenes, being supportive and assisting his lordship up the ladder. That is OK too. It means that there is a balance in the equation of a relationship or marriage.
Women tend to be more versatile and think on their feet and take what comes, dealing with whatever is dealt them. We are masters of necessity and have to perform under pressures that would break most men into pieces. Men were not built for pressure. Women are. That is why it is surprising to see so many unemployed older women around. Maybe we are threatening the less competent.
I would love to work for the dole. It would be better than taking handouts from the government or anyone. There is something quite empowering about doing some work and receiving money for it. It is a way of gauging one's self worth. The more one is paid the better one feels about oneself. If one cannot even get volunteer work, your self esteem plummets and you do get very depressed. You think what is the use and why am I alive and sometimes you do consider after years of unemployment, especially if you have been bullied out of a work situation where you have been made to feel the most incompetent, stupid and useless person to have ever existed, that perhaps it would be better if you were dead. You go to sleep at night thinking, why do young people get cancer and not some useless individual like myself? Why can't you just make a quick end to my life, G-D if there is no purpose for me being here. You demand of G-D that a path is given to you/ You ask WHY? Again and again and AGAIN until you want to scream it out in the dark of the night. Why me/ Maybe because somewhere there is an answer and you have not been sensitive or aware enough to see it. You ring and offer your services to schools and other organisations and there is nothing forthcoming and you think what is wrong with me? If you are strong and healthy you start to think, OK, what are the reasons and you talk to people. You find out that other people of similar age and gender do have similar issues. No body wants you. That does not mean the problem is with you. They just can not see your worth. They don't understand who you are and the wealth of experiences that you bring to a place of employment. They don't look past the part on your CV that says date of birth and if it is before 1985, they are not interested. They want the young, the fresh and untried. Those people are malleable and easily influenced. You can mould and control them, you think. Us older ones, we are not so easily fooled and we understand and see too much. If there are issues in a work place, we may also cotton on much quicker than a younger, more inexperienced worker. We are confrontational and we fight back. We demand a higher level of competence than some of the younger ones. That is scary. People gloss over mistakes these days and that is fine, so they think. But it will have a price one day. Not tomorrow, but in the future.
There are ten levels of tzedaka or charity. The highest level of tzedaka is to empower a person to gainful employment so they do not need to be dependent on charity and therefore a drain on the community coffers. Sometimes accepting tzedaka in its many forms is necessary and other times when one has skills and experience that could quite easily be utilised, it is demeaning and humiliating, but if one has a mouth or mouths to feed that is dependent on one, it becomes necessity. While I do not mind to suffer and to do without, it is painful to see a child or an older person suffer because one does not have the means to support them for the essentials of life like food, clothing and shelter over their head.
Be a compassionate and caring person who wants to build connections in society and make bridges between the generations and not divide. Hire older people and older people be understanding and caring of the young and inexperienced. Older people share your experience and wisdom with the youth but not in a condescending or controlling way. Age and youth need each other to make a good and strong society to the depths of its soul. Otherwise we create soul-less imperfect societies that collapse.
POST SCRIPT
I have a story. It is not a nice story but it needs to be told. I got an email from someone. It was direct attack at me and I responded accordingly. The person who sent it was very cunning and said it was meant to be sent to some one else. It was not. She had her reasons to send it to me and I got her to reveal her true feelings about me openly which I had read between the lines for some time in communications between us for some time. No apology but a calculated and vicious response which I believe has been waiting in the wings for a while. I had felt a really malicious jealousy in my communications with her as an undercurrent and could not quite put my finger on it. I actually thought she was going through a hard time so I excused her behaviour and some of the sly malice which I felt in her communications as stress related. She made comments in previous emails about me having converted and how did I end up with a shwartzer (in other words yiddishe for Nigger). Black people also have feelings and they are also human beings. It is not to say that white people or caucasians have a monopoly on racism. They do not. I, more than most, fully appreciate how devastating it can be to find out that you are no more than a ticket to a new life and can be discarded like a piece of used tissue paper. Also to boot, to be told by a person you had trusted and loved and assisted in many ways both overseas and in the country of your birth, that you are no more than trash to him, a slut and a whore like all white women, or most anyway to him, is one of the most hurtful and savage things to experience. I would not wish it on anyone, especially not when you happen to pregnant to that man. To see every black person or African person in the light of that experience would be to not appreciate that there are some very high quality good black or African people around. People of high moral and ethical character and people who you would miss out on knowing if you were judge them the way you have been depicted and judged by one vicious and nasty person who just happens to be African. You do not buy into that story just the way I will not buy into the calculated viciousness of this person.
However, this mail requires an answer. The mail about the Noahides was send to you by mistake, not intended to you but to another closer friend Ilana. So I excuse myself for sending it to you unintentionally. However, your reaction is pathetic, showing your real character. You are a pathetic human being with a bag full of inferiority complexes. So yes, YOU go to hell yourself. You are shameful, your reaction is shameful, both disgusting. Something is really wrong with you; you need help, go get it.
I did laugh when I read her email because it was calculated and vicious just as I said and she has been dying to say this for a long time. Twenty years ago, I would have been cut to the quick by such a letter and would have spent the best part of a week weeping and bawling my eyes out and going over and over the letter and thinking about 'why I am pathetic' and why doesn't she like me, what have I done wrong?' In other words, I would buy right into the script of the person who would send such a letter. Now tougher and wiser, I read between the lines and laugh because this is a perfect example of psychological projection. She is the one crying for help. She is very similar to the woman who is leaving obscene panting messages or the silent phone calls I have been getting on my mobile from an internet number 61 3 90903737. Yes, the number has come up on my phone. You would think that a person who goes to the trouble of making obscene phone calls could at least have a blocked number and do it properly. Anyway I have got Telstra to put a trace on the number and will go to the police with the trace number, so the silly creature can make all the stupid calls she wants.
Thank you G-D! The year has gotten off to a flying start. What next? No, please do not tell me. I am praying for peace and Moishiach NOW!
DEEP BREATHE, MEDITATE and some MUZAK.
http://rebshaya.com/new-releases/higayon-bkinor-meditations-for-violin-jewish-music-to-heal-by/
This is a great CD by the wayand when I can afford it, I am buying it. I RECOMMEND IT.
Mantra....
Chill, girl, chill and let the dogs of war run in other quarters. Create mental fences against those who would try to destroy who you are. Do not let them take you down paths you do not wish to travel and to tangle you in emotional thorn thickets. Burst forth and be free and at one with the Universal Master, Creator of All. You are your own best mother. Do not look for gentleness or compassion in others. Be and be compassionate to yourself and yours first.
If a person has skills and experience in a fairly multi skilled profession, it should be easy to be gainfully employed, one would think. However from experience and anecdotal evidence and statistics, it is not so, if one has hit the big 50. It is also true of younger women who have taken years off to raise children, a very demanding and highly skilled occupation. Often they need to retrain in a different profession to their original profession to be employed at all. It is strange. Having children or getting older, does not necessarily mean we should be any less competent or efficient in our work. We do not lose brain cells through child bearing or getting older. Often some of the most interesting and capable women I have met are women who have effectively raised large families of children successfully. Some of the most boring women I have met are single career women, no kids, self obsessed and totally focussed on their careers and who want to talk shop the whole time. And the same goes for guys. Sorry fellows, but it is true.
I noticed this strange phenomena once when talking to a single friend of mine who had the flu. I got a run down of every little symptom connected to the illness. Oy, the headaches, the back pain, the stuffiness, my sore throat. Oy vey, I am so sick. Sorry, but this person and I love her dearly, was totally focused on her feelings and how she felt. Not once did she ask about me, my son or anyone we knew. It was all her and her and her. She is intelligent, extremely so, but kinda so self centred. I never ring her when I want some sympathy. I would go to another friend I have who is the mother of twelve children. She, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. She never tells you when she is not feeling good. You have to be observant enough to see it and ask her directly. She is an amazing human being. She always asks you how you are. You have to ask her how she feels and she will tell you 'Baruch Hashem' even though you can see she is dropping from tiredness or has a bit of a flu or is just in pain. She puts that aside and focuses on others. She has a lot of skills and a lot of talents that are hidden under the persona of 'mother' and 'bubba'. Under the hat of mother and grandmother, there are many hidden talents and experiences that could be used in professions such as education, counselling, child care,sales and marketing, horticulture, animal husbandry, pediatric care, real estate, administration, organisation, accounting and housekeeping. Most men are pretty two dimensional compared to women. They tend to specialise in their fields and let's face it, they do get very good at it and are able to reach great heights in their chosen field, but they are hardly ever single. There is usually a hard working wife or partner behind the scenes, being supportive and assisting his lordship up the ladder. That is OK too. It means that there is a balance in the equation of a relationship or marriage.
Women tend to be more versatile and think on their feet and take what comes, dealing with whatever is dealt them. We are masters of necessity and have to perform under pressures that would break most men into pieces. Men were not built for pressure. Women are. That is why it is surprising to see so many unemployed older women around. Maybe we are threatening the less competent.
I would love to work for the dole. It would be better than taking handouts from the government or anyone. There is something quite empowering about doing some work and receiving money for it. It is a way of gauging one's self worth. The more one is paid the better one feels about oneself. If one cannot even get volunteer work, your self esteem plummets and you do get very depressed. You think what is the use and why am I alive and sometimes you do consider after years of unemployment, especially if you have been bullied out of a work situation where you have been made to feel the most incompetent, stupid and useless person to have ever existed, that perhaps it would be better if you were dead. You go to sleep at night thinking, why do young people get cancer and not some useless individual like myself? Why can't you just make a quick end to my life, G-D if there is no purpose for me being here. You demand of G-D that a path is given to you/ You ask WHY? Again and again and AGAIN until you want to scream it out in the dark of the night. Why me/ Maybe because somewhere there is an answer and you have not been sensitive or aware enough to see it. You ring and offer your services to schools and other organisations and there is nothing forthcoming and you think what is wrong with me? If you are strong and healthy you start to think, OK, what are the reasons and you talk to people. You find out that other people of similar age and gender do have similar issues. No body wants you. That does not mean the problem is with you. They just can not see your worth. They don't understand who you are and the wealth of experiences that you bring to a place of employment. They don't look past the part on your CV that says date of birth and if it is before 1985, they are not interested. They want the young, the fresh and untried. Those people are malleable and easily influenced. You can mould and control them, you think. Us older ones, we are not so easily fooled and we understand and see too much. If there are issues in a work place, we may also cotton on much quicker than a younger, more inexperienced worker. We are confrontational and we fight back. We demand a higher level of competence than some of the younger ones. That is scary. People gloss over mistakes these days and that is fine, so they think. But it will have a price one day. Not tomorrow, but in the future.
There are ten levels of tzedaka or charity. The highest level of tzedaka is to empower a person to gainful employment so they do not need to be dependent on charity and therefore a drain on the community coffers. Sometimes accepting tzedaka in its many forms is necessary and other times when one has skills and experience that could quite easily be utilised, it is demeaning and humiliating, but if one has a mouth or mouths to feed that is dependent on one, it becomes necessity. While I do not mind to suffer and to do without, it is painful to see a child or an older person suffer because one does not have the means to support them for the essentials of life like food, clothing and shelter over their head.
Be a compassionate and caring person who wants to build connections in society and make bridges between the generations and not divide. Hire older people and older people be understanding and caring of the young and inexperienced. Older people share your experience and wisdom with the youth but not in a condescending or controlling way. Age and youth need each other to make a good and strong society to the depths of its soul. Otherwise we create soul-less imperfect societies that collapse.
POST SCRIPT
I have a story. It is not a nice story but it needs to be told. I got an email from someone. It was direct attack at me and I responded accordingly. The person who sent it was very cunning and said it was meant to be sent to some one else. It was not. She had her reasons to send it to me and I got her to reveal her true feelings about me openly which I had read between the lines for some time in communications between us for some time. No apology but a calculated and vicious response which I believe has been waiting in the wings for a while. I had felt a really malicious jealousy in my communications with her as an undercurrent and could not quite put my finger on it. I actually thought she was going through a hard time so I excused her behaviour and some of the sly malice which I felt in her communications as stress related. She made comments in previous emails about me having converted and how did I end up with a shwartzer (in other words yiddishe for Nigger). Black people also have feelings and they are also human beings. It is not to say that white people or caucasians have a monopoly on racism. They do not. I, more than most, fully appreciate how devastating it can be to find out that you are no more than a ticket to a new life and can be discarded like a piece of used tissue paper. Also to boot, to be told by a person you had trusted and loved and assisted in many ways both overseas and in the country of your birth, that you are no more than trash to him, a slut and a whore like all white women, or most anyway to him, is one of the most hurtful and savage things to experience. I would not wish it on anyone, especially not when you happen to pregnant to that man. To see every black person or African person in the light of that experience would be to not appreciate that there are some very high quality good black or African people around. People of high moral and ethical character and people who you would miss out on knowing if you were judge them the way you have been depicted and judged by one vicious and nasty person who just happens to be African. You do not buy into that story just the way I will not buy into the calculated viciousness of this person.
However, this mail requires an answer. The mail about the Noahides was send to you by mistake, not intended to you but to another closer friend Ilana. So I excuse myself for sending it to you unintentionally. However, your reaction is pathetic, showing your real character. You are a pathetic human being with a bag full of inferiority complexes. So yes, YOU go to hell yourself. You are shameful, your reaction is shameful, both disgusting. Something is really wrong with you; you need help, go get it.
I did laugh when I read her email because it was calculated and vicious just as I said and she has been dying to say this for a long time. Twenty years ago, I would have been cut to the quick by such a letter and would have spent the best part of a week weeping and bawling my eyes out and going over and over the letter and thinking about 'why I am pathetic' and why doesn't she like me, what have I done wrong?' In other words, I would buy right into the script of the person who would send such a letter. Now tougher and wiser, I read between the lines and laugh because this is a perfect example of psychological projection. She is the one crying for help. She is very similar to the woman who is leaving obscene panting messages or the silent phone calls I have been getting on my mobile from an internet number 61 3 90903737. Yes, the number has come up on my phone. You would think that a person who goes to the trouble of making obscene phone calls could at least have a blocked number and do it properly. Anyway I have got Telstra to put a trace on the number and will go to the police with the trace number, so the silly creature can make all the stupid calls she wants.
Thank you G-D! The year has gotten off to a flying start. What next? No, please do not tell me. I am praying for peace and Moishiach NOW!
DEEP BREATHE, MEDITATE and some MUZAK.
http://rebshaya.com/new-releases/higayon-bkinor-meditations-for-violin-jewish-music-to-heal-by/
This is a great CD by the wayand when I can afford it, I am buying it. I RECOMMEND IT.
Mantra....
Chill, girl, chill and let the dogs of war run in other quarters. Create mental fences against those who would try to destroy who you are. Do not let them take you down paths you do not wish to travel and to tangle you in emotional thorn thickets. Burst forth and be free and at one with the Universal Master, Creator of All. You are your own best mother. Do not look for gentleness or compassion in others. Be and be compassionate to yourself and yours first.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
On the 16th of December, something terrible happened
B'H
On the 16th of December 2012 in a country, it could be any country but this time it was India, a young New Dehli woman is out with her male companion. She gets on a bus. Correction they get on a bus. She is a lovely girl, a classic Indian beauty. Dark doe like eyes, a gentle face, sweet full lips and lovely features, a slender figure and fine boned. You see her in her traditional Sari dress and you imagine the life this girl has before her. Marriage to a nice young man and children that will bring joy to her mother and father and family. She must have been such a beautiful child to raise. Her inner beauty is captured in the picture of her. She is a physiotherapy student and to do such work you must have compassion and understanding of people.
The bus she gets on has a driver who has a brother who is a pathetic individual. A person given to drunken corrupt behaviours. His wife had died three years previous to this incident happening and one wonders now, what did she die of? Grief, abuse and mistreatment on all levels?
On the bus there are four other individuals apart from the two brothers. Who knows what the psychological make up of these six 'men' really is, except to say that they are monsters who do not deserve the title human beings and even animals do not do to their own kind, what they did to this young couple and especially the young woman.
Apparently the young man tried to protect his lovely female companion. He was beaten and battered into unconsciousness. Imagine what he has to live with for the rest of his life and how he must feel for the rest of his life in coming to terms with what these six ugly monsters did to his friend.
After repeatedly raping this girl, they then did something which defies all belief and human feeling or empathy for another. They used an iron bar to tear into her privates so viciously that her small and large intestines poured out and then she was tossed onto the public road way like some piece of discarded tissue. Something these creatures had used, abused and spoiled forever with their mistreatment.
One wonders if these pieces of filth have ever had any respect or humane acknowledgement for their own mothers or sisters or wives if they were married or had been married.
The face of this torn raped girl, tubes coming from her, bruised closed eyes and violated mouth purpled from their abuse and mistreatment haunts me, as it must others. There are demonstrations in India and there should be around the world, where ever this sort of unspeakable act were to happen in any country or town or place. And it does. It happens on a too frequent basis.
There are young women beaten and raped, old women beaten and raped, girls beaten and raped, boys beaten and raped, married women beaten and raped, unmarried women beaten and raped. What does it tell us?
It tells us, that around the world there are people whose instinctive drive to procreate has somehow become grossly perverted and out of control to the degree that it leads them to do horrid, unimaginable and vicious things to others.
No sane person would do this to others and as the majority of us struggle to come to terms with such savagery, there is the really real question of how to deal with such people. Do we try to be humane and deal compassionately with criminals and lowlifes? Do they understand compassion? Do they understand empathy. Can we confront them with the horror of their behaviour or will that only bring a defensive vicious reaction. Most criminals believe wholeheartedly in their innocence. I am sure these 'men' will have some answer for their crime that they will try and put the blame on the victims as if that will excuse or lessen the severity of their crime. We cannot begin to try to understand this sort of person. To do so would require one to try to think like they do and even for a few seconds I for one cannot imagine and do not want to imagine. They are predators of the worst kind and need to be cut out of the society quickly and efficiently. When a person has killed in this fashion and with such sadism directed towards another human being, there is only one answer for them and that is to send them to confront the ultimate judge as quickly as possible. At least they will not suffer and die like this beautiful young lass did, over two lingering weeks of agonised suffering.
Personally if I look at her picture on face book, I cannot stop crying. I try not to imagine what she felt and what she must have suffered. I imagine how her mother, her father and her siblings must feel. Her friends and those who loved her. How do people who do such things feel if they feel at all? If they had thought about the pain they were causing to one girl and by default her family, would that have stopped them? Would they have hesitated and stopped their mad actions? Would they have stopped at the rape? Their lusts satiated, but no, they committed on her not only acts of such degradation, they went further and destroyed her chances of child bearing, her womanhood if she had survived their assault. In one way it can be said that this beautiful gentle girl has gone to Hashem and Hashem should mete out justice to these 'men'. It sits ill with me to call them that. They are not 'men'. Real men do not rape and violate women in this fashion. Real normal men do not do this. Real normal men do not even imagine doing this to others.
I cannot stop crying and I think to myself if we do not effect some real change in the world for better behaviour, then we are in for a rough time, everyone. They say when you cry, you are crying for yourself and it is true. You are. You cry because when another human being commits such an atrocity, it is as if you have been a party to it by the mere fact it is one of our species that has done this.
We must put a stop to it and join whole heartedly with the Indian people who are marching to stop this sort of violence against women. Whether it is in Europe, UK, USA, Australia or Asia - we must put an end to it. For the sake of the future of the human race, we must not allow this sort of behaviour to flourish. In any sane society.
On the 16th of December 2012 in a country, it could be any country but this time it was India, a young New Dehli woman is out with her male companion. She gets on a bus. Correction they get on a bus. She is a lovely girl, a classic Indian beauty. Dark doe like eyes, a gentle face, sweet full lips and lovely features, a slender figure and fine boned. You see her in her traditional Sari dress and you imagine the life this girl has before her. Marriage to a nice young man and children that will bring joy to her mother and father and family. She must have been such a beautiful child to raise. Her inner beauty is captured in the picture of her. She is a physiotherapy student and to do such work you must have compassion and understanding of people.
The bus she gets on has a driver who has a brother who is a pathetic individual. A person given to drunken corrupt behaviours. His wife had died three years previous to this incident happening and one wonders now, what did she die of? Grief, abuse and mistreatment on all levels?
On the bus there are four other individuals apart from the two brothers. Who knows what the psychological make up of these six 'men' really is, except to say that they are monsters who do not deserve the title human beings and even animals do not do to their own kind, what they did to this young couple and especially the young woman.
Apparently the young man tried to protect his lovely female companion. He was beaten and battered into unconsciousness. Imagine what he has to live with for the rest of his life and how he must feel for the rest of his life in coming to terms with what these six ugly monsters did to his friend.
After repeatedly raping this girl, they then did something which defies all belief and human feeling or empathy for another. They used an iron bar to tear into her privates so viciously that her small and large intestines poured out and then she was tossed onto the public road way like some piece of discarded tissue. Something these creatures had used, abused and spoiled forever with their mistreatment.
One wonders if these pieces of filth have ever had any respect or humane acknowledgement for their own mothers or sisters or wives if they were married or had been married.
The face of this torn raped girl, tubes coming from her, bruised closed eyes and violated mouth purpled from their abuse and mistreatment haunts me, as it must others. There are demonstrations in India and there should be around the world, where ever this sort of unspeakable act were to happen in any country or town or place. And it does. It happens on a too frequent basis.
There are young women beaten and raped, old women beaten and raped, girls beaten and raped, boys beaten and raped, married women beaten and raped, unmarried women beaten and raped. What does it tell us?
It tells us, that around the world there are people whose instinctive drive to procreate has somehow become grossly perverted and out of control to the degree that it leads them to do horrid, unimaginable and vicious things to others.
No sane person would do this to others and as the majority of us struggle to come to terms with such savagery, there is the really real question of how to deal with such people. Do we try to be humane and deal compassionately with criminals and lowlifes? Do they understand compassion? Do they understand empathy. Can we confront them with the horror of their behaviour or will that only bring a defensive vicious reaction. Most criminals believe wholeheartedly in their innocence. I am sure these 'men' will have some answer for their crime that they will try and put the blame on the victims as if that will excuse or lessen the severity of their crime. We cannot begin to try to understand this sort of person. To do so would require one to try to think like they do and even for a few seconds I for one cannot imagine and do not want to imagine. They are predators of the worst kind and need to be cut out of the society quickly and efficiently. When a person has killed in this fashion and with such sadism directed towards another human being, there is only one answer for them and that is to send them to confront the ultimate judge as quickly as possible. At least they will not suffer and die like this beautiful young lass did, over two lingering weeks of agonised suffering.
Personally if I look at her picture on face book, I cannot stop crying. I try not to imagine what she felt and what she must have suffered. I imagine how her mother, her father and her siblings must feel. Her friends and those who loved her. How do people who do such things feel if they feel at all? If they had thought about the pain they were causing to one girl and by default her family, would that have stopped them? Would they have hesitated and stopped their mad actions? Would they have stopped at the rape? Their lusts satiated, but no, they committed on her not only acts of such degradation, they went further and destroyed her chances of child bearing, her womanhood if she had survived their assault. In one way it can be said that this beautiful gentle girl has gone to Hashem and Hashem should mete out justice to these 'men'. It sits ill with me to call them that. They are not 'men'. Real men do not rape and violate women in this fashion. Real normal men do not do this. Real normal men do not even imagine doing this to others.
I cannot stop crying and I think to myself if we do not effect some real change in the world for better behaviour, then we are in for a rough time, everyone. They say when you cry, you are crying for yourself and it is true. You are. You cry because when another human being commits such an atrocity, it is as if you have been a party to it by the mere fact it is one of our species that has done this.
We must put a stop to it and join whole heartedly with the Indian people who are marching to stop this sort of violence against women. Whether it is in Europe, UK, USA, Australia or Asia - we must put an end to it. For the sake of the future of the human race, we must not allow this sort of behaviour to flourish. In any sane society.
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