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THE ODD LOOKING WHITE BOY* IN THE LINK ABOVE DIDN'T KNOW "GRAMPS". IF HE DID HE'D KNOW NOT TO REFER TO HIM AS "GRAMPS". I HOPE YOU ALL REMEMBER THE STORIES I'VE SHARED ABOUT MY FATHER. IF NOT, READ THE PASSAGE BELOW (THE PASSAGE BELOW DESCRIBES HIM PRETTY ACCURATELY)! "GRAMPS" USED TO BELITTLE AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE, INCLUDING HIS CHILDREN.
*ONLY A GOOFY ASS WHITE BOY WOULD GIVE HIMSELF A NICKNAME (I BELIEVE HE OR HIS GOOFY ASS DADDY GAVE HIMSELF THAT GOOFY ASS NAME).
The psychologist Hans Eysenck argued that, apart from true psychopathy, there is a much more common personality trait of psychoticism in which people are aggressive, cold, egocentric, impersonal, antisocial, unempathetic, and tough-minded. Like psychopathy itself, these features are not generally favored in sexual relationships, though they may bring advantages in dominance contests. (The Mating Mind)
THE BLOODY GLOVE!
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Thick Ass (A Product Of Allometry)
...there is one part of a man's body that does appear to interest many women's brains: the butt. The gluteus maximus is a "universal cue": it's the one piece of anatomy that straight men, gay men, and straight women all find exciting. "[John F. Kennedy Jr.] tried to hold the ATM door for me and I wouldn't let him," confesses one woman on Jezebel, "because I wanted to stand behind him and check out his ass." Women generally prefer tight, athletic butts. Interestingly, NFL scouts believe that a football player's butt is the single best indicator of his physical strength and athletic ability. Sportswriter Michael Silver reported on what he saw at the 2010 NFL Scouting Combine: "You'll hear scouts and coaches throwing out compliments like, 'That guy's ass is pretty, now.' You'll see write-ups lauding a prospect's 'big, bubble ass' or 'great explosion in his hips'" (A Billion Wicked Thoughts)
The Person In The Drawing Above Was From Los Angeles And Heavily Influenced By Conservative White America. (My Father's Peer Group In High School Primarily Consisted Of Whites As Well As Some Filipinos, East Asians (Japanese), Mexicans, And Blacks. Once He Began Attending The Naval Academy His Peer Group Was Almost Exclusively White. So This Is The Subculture He Identified With And Whose Norms He Conformed To. The Polynesian, Asian, And Hispanic Demographic Wasn't As Large As It Is Today And The Civil Rights Movement Hadn't Yet Taken Place, So The Impact Of These Cultures On American Society Along With The Lower Class, Urban Black Culture That Pervades All Aspects Of Society Today Wasn't As Great As It Is Now. I Tell You All Of This Because We Were Raised In A White World In A White Way By The God Damn White Man (Our Father Who Art In Heaven Hollow Be Thy Name!)!
See The Drawing Of The Guy In The Article Above? He Had High Status And Attained Relative Wealth! As A Result, His Offspring Inherited (Acquired) Some Of That Status And Wealth.
http://www.unz.com/isteve/half-of-nba-players-related-to-another-elite-athlete/
Gery Had The Innate Athleticism And Basketball Skill To Be A Professional Either In The U.S. Or Overseas (He Was In Contact With A CBA Scout In The Late 80s After That Scout Had Seen Him Play In A Fast Action Game In Orange County). David Had The Innate Athleticism And Basketball Skill To Play At A Small Division I Or Division II School. Had My High School Career Gone The Way It Should Have I Would Have Played At A Small Division I Or Division II School. Without The Psychological Traits And Physical Attributes That We Inherited From Our Father We Wouldn't Have Had This Potential And J-Rod Lowcash Lucass Wouldn't Be Playing At Oregon State. (Genes Play A Greater Role In Basketball Success Because There's A Greater Need For Innate Physical Attributes (Speed, Quickness, Jumping Ability, Eye-Hand Coordination, Etc.), Hence The Greater Number Of Highly Athletic Individuals In The Family Trees Of Basketball Players. Duh!)
http://methalashun.blogspot.com/2015/11/forty.html My Father (And I Would Occasionally Accompany Him) Played Just About Every Course From Torrey Pines To Pebble Beach Free Of Charge. How? Through The Pharmaceutical Industry. The Executives He'd Do Business With Would Pay For His Green Fees, Among Other Things, In The Hopes That He'd Continue To Business With Them!  My Father's Wearing Dentures In The Photo Below. This Was Taken At Gery's House On Thames Trail Near Timarron Country Club.  |
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A.P. Both With Symmetrical, Proportionate Faces, And Above Average Attractiveness.
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The Man Was Working On His Ph.D. At UH.
I Covered Up The Fact That He Had A Masters From USC. Why? I'll Tell You Later!
Steven Was The Best Baseball Player. He Had Superior Eye-Hand Coordination.
Joe Calderon Pictured Below. Joe Was A Close Friend Of My Father's From A Young Age. They Both Grew Up In The Same Apartment Building (Rex Apartments On Diamond Street, Which No Longer Exists), Joined The Marines, And Maintained Their Relationship Over The Years.
Joe Was Half White. His Filipino Father Was An Amateur Boxer.
This Was His Son. Joe Passed Away In '96 And His Son Passed Away In '14. Notice Joe's Grandchildren Have Hawaiian Names? They're Not Hawaiian. His Children Have Just Appropriated Hawaiian Culture Like Most Americanized Filipinos.
One Of The Many Other Articles Featuring His Time At Camp Lejeune Was Titled Marine Beats Marines. It Was In Reference To My Father Who Art In Heaven!
MY FATHER BECAME THE COMMANDING OFFICER AT THE ELMENDORF AIR FORCE BASE IN ALASKA AND HE'D HAVE LARGE MEETINGS OUDOORS WITH THE GUYS HE COMMANDED AND HE TOLD ME THAT THE INUITS THAT WORKED THERE (THE NATIVE ALASKAN CIVILIANS ON BASE) WOULD LOOK
AT HIM IN CURIOSITY BECAUSE THEY'D SEE HIM BEING CORDIAL TO THEM AND THEN LEADING,MOTIVATING, AND BARKING OUT ORDERS TO ALL OF THE WHITE PERSONNEL THAT HE OVERSAW. IN FACT, HIS EXACT WORDS WERE, "THEY [THE INUITS] PROBABLY THOUGHT, 'WHO IS THIS GUY THAT LOOKS LIKE ONE OF US [ONE OF US INUIT] IN A TRNECH COAT AND HOODED JACKET IN CHARGE OF THESE WHITE GUYS?" IN OTHER WORDS, THE INUITS WERE ACCUSTOMED TO HAVING A WHITE MAN BOSS THEM AROUND, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND.
Mr. Valenza Went The Naval Academy With My Father. I Guess Father My Left A Lasting Impression On Him Because He Mentions Him In His Book Below!
http://books.google.com/books?id=1X2GAwAAQBAJ&pg=PA492&lpg=PA492&dq=dagampat+casino&source=bl&ots=PNcLSWEbbq&sig=O4O7vZszE4V6bKQbxr70jpG01Rw&hl=en&sa=X&ei=9rPBU51qirGhBIqTgPAM&ved=0CBQQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=dagampat%20casino&f=false
FACULTY MEETING!
Hey, My Daddy Was A Professor. Page 44. You Don't Even N0 Y0 Daddy!
The Professor And His Wife! Hey, Had My Father Not Knocked Out One Of His Students All Of My Siblings And I Would Have Been Raised There (In Hawaii) And Would Still Be Living There Now (He Still May Be Living Now As Well)! Who Knows What Might Have Become Of Us Had This Happened (We Staying And Living In Hawaii). Instead, When I Go Back (If I Ever Do Go Back To That Hell Ho) I'll Be Going Back As A Homeless Person!
For the sake of argument, let's consider the story of two boys, one white and one black.
The white boy is raised in a Chicago suburb by parents who read widely and involve themselves in school reform. His father, who has a decent manufacturing job, often takes the boy on nature hikes. His mother is a housewife who will eventually go back to college and earn a bachelor's degree in education. The boy is happy and performs very well in school. His teachers think he may be a bona fide math genius. His parents encourage him and are terribly proud when he skips a grade. He has an adoring younger brother who is also very bright. The family even holds literary salons in their home.
The black boy is born in Daytona Beach, Florida, and his mother abandons him at the age of two. His father has a good job in sales but is a heavy drinker. He often beats the little boy with the metal end of a garden hose. One night when the boy is eleven, he is decorating a tabletop Christmas tree - the first one he has ever had - when his father starts beating up a lady friend in the kitchen. He hits her so hard that some teeth fly out of her mouth and land at the base of the boy's Christmas tree, but the boy knows better than to speak up. At school he makes no effort whatsoever. Before long he is selling drugs, mugging suburbanites, carrying a gun. He makes sure to be asleep by the time his father comes home from drinking, and to be out of the house before his father awakes. The father eventually goes to jail for sexual assault. By the age of twelve, the boy is essentially fending for himself.
You don't have to believe in obsessive parenting to think that the second boy doesn't stand a chance and that the first boy has it made. What are the odds that the second boy, with the added handicap of racial discrimination, will turn out to lead a productive life? What are the odds that the first boy, so deftly primed for success, will some how fail? And how much of his fate should each boy attribute to his parents?
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Recall for a moment the two boys, one white and one black, who were described in chapter 5. The white boy who grew up outside Chicago had smart, solid, encouraging, loving parents who stressed education and family. The black boy from Daytona Beach was abandoned by his mother, was beaten by his father, and had become a full-fledged gangster by his teens. So what became of the two boys?
The second child, now twenty-eight years old, is Roland Fryer Jr., the Harvard economist studying black underachievement.
The white child also made it to Harvard. But soon after, things went badly for him. His name is Ted Kaczynski.
Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores The Hidden Side Of Everything. Levitt and Dubner, p. 156-157, 211.
The white boy is raised in a Chicago suburb by parents who read widely and involve themselves in school reform. His father, who has a decent manufacturing job, often takes the boy on nature hikes. His mother is a housewife who will eventually go back to college and earn a bachelor's degree in education. The boy is happy and performs very well in school. His teachers think he may be a bona fide math genius. His parents encourage him and are terribly proud when he skips a grade. He has an adoring younger brother who is also very bright. The family even holds literary salons in their home.
The black boy is born in Daytona Beach, Florida, and his mother abandons him at the age of two. His father has a good job in sales but is a heavy drinker. He often beats the little boy with the metal end of a garden hose. One night when the boy is eleven, he is decorating a tabletop Christmas tree - the first one he has ever had - when his father starts beating up a lady friend in the kitchen. He hits her so hard that some teeth fly out of her mouth and land at the base of the boy's Christmas tree, but the boy knows better than to speak up. At school he makes no effort whatsoever. Before long he is selling drugs, mugging suburbanites, carrying a gun. He makes sure to be asleep by the time his father comes home from drinking, and to be out of the house before his father awakes. The father eventually goes to jail for sexual assault. By the age of twelve, the boy is essentially fending for himself.
You don't have to believe in obsessive parenting to think that the second boy doesn't stand a chance and that the first boy has it made. What are the odds that the second boy, with the added handicap of racial discrimination, will turn out to lead a productive life? What are the odds that the first boy, so deftly primed for success, will some how fail? And how much of his fate should each boy attribute to his parents?
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Recall for a moment the two boys, one white and one black, who were described in chapter 5. The white boy who grew up outside Chicago had smart, solid, encouraging, loving parents who stressed education and family. The black boy from Daytona Beach was abandoned by his mother, was beaten by his father, and had become a full-fledged gangster by his teens. So what became of the two boys?
The second child, now twenty-eight years old, is Roland Fryer Jr., the Harvard economist studying black underachievement.
The white child also made it to Harvard. But soon after, things went badly for him. His name is Ted Kaczynski.
Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores The Hidden Side Of Everything. Levitt and Dubner, p. 156-157, 211.
One Of The Many Multimillionaires My Father Did Business With. The Real "Birdman", George Yardley!
My Father Had Friends And Acquaintances Of All Races And Ethnic Backgrounds.
My Father Was An Avid Listener Of Your Talk Show, Dennis, And He Really Liked Your Political And Social Commentary. Dennis, One Of My Father's Friends/Fans From His School Was A Jewish Guy Named Rosey (At Least, That's What My Father Called Him), Which I Believe Was Short For Rosenthal. I Believe Mr. Rosenthal Lives In Nevada, But He Would Call My Father Every Year To Catch Up With Him. Dennis, The Adversary (My Stalker) In 2008 Or 2009 Used The Word KABASH As A Username On The Siccness Right As I Was Leaving For VEGAS And When Created That Username I Thought To Myself, "Only A Person That Was Close To Our Family Or Knew Our Father Somewhat Well Would Know That He (My Father) Often Used That Word!" Where Did My Father Pick That Word Up, Dennis? At The Naval Academy.
He Liked You As Well, Larry!
Naval Academy Friends.
nobody!
They ~aren't~ smart enough to run massive companies. The hired help does that. Drakes Billionaire Equation: Sufficient IQ x Right Place X Right Time X (etc.) (In sheer numbers, IQ ~ 130 outnumber 160's who are nerds anyway.) (Damore v Sergey)
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(Hmm. If 160+ is three in 100,000 persons, and 130+ is three in 1000, then roughly 100 times as many with IQ 130 as IQ 160?)
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