I could write a fucking book about how traumatic my 12 years in public education ultimately was. I wasn’t bullied by any kids, it was the school system that did that job. 12 years later and I still have baggage I’m in therapy for. Public education had been nothing but one long PTSD inducing fever dream. Having BOTH of my step parents growing up be pieces of shit certainly didn’t make my home life a shelter from the storm that it should’ve been. It’s a miracle that I haven’t gotten tattoos, self harmed myself, fallen into drugs, shot up my school or killed myself. But I sure do have a hard time holding a job, making and keeping friends, saving money, or being in a relationship.
Top administrative policy makers, death penalty.
Doctors who can be proven to have known and didn’t object, death penalty.
Doctors who can be proven to have had no idea (aka useful idiots) licenses revoked, can never practice medicine again. Plus prison sentence determined by how many patients they’ve pushed the jab onto had died or had side effects.
Nurses who knew and were aiding in the crime, death penalty.
Nurses who knew and objected but continued to work, probably to keep a roof over their heads and keep food on the table, license to practice medicine revoked. Unless they’re willing to have their day in court and point the finger at who done it, they can keep their license.
I’ve never really fit in, always felt more like an observer of others than an actual participant in most social occasions. What’s made it worse is that I’ve had people over a dozen times in the last few years tell me that I “give off serial killer vibes”, which is frankly beyond fucked up.
I miss a few verbal and body language social cues, have a high vocabulary level, and be a little bit on the spectrum, and I’m suddenly a suspect to be the next Ted Bundy or Jeffery Dahmer! These are people who don’t know me, finding suspicion in my kind and honest demeanor, making wild assumptions of someone who has no sociopathic tendencies, for the crime of trying to socialize while being socially awkward.
It really seems to be telling that this society is sick, when strangers can feel so comfortable labeling someone else, looking to make decent connections founded on good intentions, as one of the worst things a person can be, and frankly just makes me want to give up on most people, and wait for the hopeful society reset the WH have in store, before trying again
I fucking HATED school! I wasn’t bullied by any one student, I was bullied by the school system! Almost 12 years since I graduated and I’m still trying to work through my trauma that’s basically defined my life after I graduated!
Honest to god when I went to visit my late grandfather’s (my dad’s dad) grave many year ago, he had the symbol of the freemasonry’s guild carved into his headstone below his name. I always found it odd, and I’ve never been able to shake that knowledge, knowing he was also a career military man too.
What does that have to do with it though?
EDIT: funny thing is, I’ve theorized that my systemic abuse in school was orchestrated. When I was in preschool my mom was suggested to have me tested at UCLA when we lived in California at the time, I turned out to score higher than even 12th graders in visual intelligence and problem solving, like I was officially off the chart. And ever since than, even after moving to new school systems in a different state, I was hounded after by the system, and had a para (a teacher’s aide or a personal tard wrangler) attached to my hip everywhere I went, every classroom, every grade up until the 11th when my parents threatened to sue to get them to leave me alone. Even though I was never particularly a disruptive student, especially once I got into middle school. I just wanted to blend in but never could when I had an adult with a fucking clipboard follow me everywhere.