My brother said it was stupid for families to uproot and move to Colorado to seek medicinal marijuana.
He was helping me move so I didn't start much argument back. I just firmly said "No its not. Its wrong that the government tries to control the use of a plant that no man has the right to restrict another from".
Our conversation began with talk of not trusting the FDA- the FDA that approved Agent Orange, that our father- a Vietnam vet, recently got tested for exposure to. And it is confirmed he was. So he might be receiving some kind of benefit (as it turns out I may also be eligible).
So by the causal chain, it may be likely that my messed up immune system is caused by damaged genes, damaged by agent orange. I'm allergic to or sensitive to so much because our government approved the use of an untested herbicide and sprayed it everywhere just to win a military engagement. I doubt it is the only factor (chainsmoking on his part didn't help). But my brother also grew tits.
When I brought up our dads exposure as a likely reason for our unusual issues, my brother seemed to choose to not acknowledge the possibility. My family's grasp on reality puts them as equal to algae, or dying leaves in a stream. On some level relatively so am I.
We further clashed on Christianity. I won't trust fully a book that was manipulated by the Catholic Church, or anyone. I just don't trust it (And trust no person). And I reject so much. And I have that right. I'm right.
I am not religious. I will not join your club.
Edit:
New thoughts on agent orange. Though I do believe the system should be held accountable (free healthcare please, and disability if it comes to that since my illness makes find suitable work harder than for many), it doesn't make a ton of sense for me to be angry. Odds are my dad would have never met my mom had he not been forced to fight in Vietnam. He would have likely married a girl he was involved with for quite a while before, and who he let go of while overseas, to be fair to her. Someone asked her to marry, and she went to my dad, crying, wanting him to say something like stay. But he was just on leave, before going, and figured "I might die", so in fairness he held his desire and gave her his blessing. From stories he has told me, as much as I know he loves my mom, he would have been with her- the other, and I wouldn't exist in the first place. My parents are pain and suffering, along with the obvious ones.
And still, I see that my asking for "them" to be responsible is sort of like asking White people to pay Black people for their ancestors being slaves. The head that I seek is a long time ago, and dead already, or at best, on my own shoulders.
I say that it is tough for me, because of my sensitivity, and while this may be true, I could adapt, and be creative, to support myself. Nobody owes me anything, and I do not deserve anything. Life has always taken advantage of things weaker. The weak need to be. Rape, is even justified, though, I like my exploitations to be a little more subtle.
Nobody owes me anyt
He was helping me move so I didn't start much argument back. I just firmly said "No its not. Its wrong that the government tries to control the use of a plant that no man has the right to restrict another from".
Our conversation began with talk of not trusting the FDA- the FDA that approved Agent Orange, that our father- a Vietnam vet, recently got tested for exposure to. And it is confirmed he was. So he might be receiving some kind of benefit (as it turns out I may also be eligible).
So by the causal chain, it may be likely that my messed up immune system is caused by damaged genes, damaged by agent orange. I'm allergic to or sensitive to so much because our government approved the use of an untested herbicide and sprayed it everywhere just to win a military engagement. I doubt it is the only factor (chainsmoking on his part didn't help). But my brother also grew tits.
When I brought up our dads exposure as a likely reason for our unusual issues, my brother seemed to choose to not acknowledge the possibility. My family's grasp on reality puts them as equal to algae, or dying leaves in a stream. On some level relatively so am I.
We further clashed on Christianity. I won't trust fully a book that was manipulated by the Catholic Church, or anyone. I just don't trust it (And trust no person). And I reject so much. And I have that right. I'm right.
I am not religious. I will not join your club.
Edit:
New thoughts on agent orange. Though I do believe the system should be held accountable (free healthcare please, and disability if it comes to that since my illness makes find suitable work harder than for many), it doesn't make a ton of sense for me to be angry. Odds are my dad would have never met my mom had he not been forced to fight in Vietnam. He would have likely married a girl he was involved with for quite a while before, and who he let go of while overseas, to be fair to her. Someone asked her to marry, and she went to my dad, crying, wanting him to say something like stay. But he was just on leave, before going, and figured "I might die", so in fairness he held his desire and gave her his blessing. From stories he has told me, as much as I know he loves my mom, he would have been with her- the other, and I wouldn't exist in the first place. My parents are pain and suffering, along with the obvious ones.
And still, I see that my asking for "them" to be responsible is sort of like asking White people to pay Black people for their ancestors being slaves. The head that I seek is a long time ago, and dead already, or at best, on my own shoulders.
I say that it is tough for me, because of my sensitivity, and while this may be true, I could adapt, and be creative, to support myself. Nobody owes me anything, and I do not deserve anything. Life has always taken advantage of things weaker. The weak need to be. Rape, is even justified, though, I like my exploitations to be a little more subtle.
Nobody owes me anyt