Cripples Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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i-have-policy-about-fear-it-cripples-soul-you-just-have-to-fight-it-diane-keaton
the-desire-to-please-those-we-admire-respect-often-cripples-conscience-elizabeth-cady-stanton
we-injure-ourselves-by-wishing-continous-inaction-cripples-soul-paul-bamikole
with-shrieks-evil-spirits-came-out-many-many-paralytics-cripples-were-healed-acts-87
this-skin-cripples-me-it-always-has-kai-cheng-thom-to-2013-age-22-jeanette-lynes
the-use-of-cobol-cripples-the-mind-its-teaching-should-therefore-be-regarded-as-a-criminal-offense
our-constant-desire-to-genrelabel-cripples-new-writers-let-them-experiment-explore-surprise-carla-h-krueger
people-who-are-much-too-sensitive-to-demand-cripples-that-they-run-races-ask-poor-that-they-get-up-act-just-like-everyone-else-in-society
cynicism-cripples-our-imagination-limits-our-ability-to-see-faint-possibilities-amidst-glaring-problems-cory-booker
lance-youve-weaseled-yourself-through-life-using-your-hearing-as-excuse-youre-disgrace-to-cripples-if-i-was-cripple-in-wheelchair-saw-way-you-play-basketball-id-shoot-myself-rick
people-after-death-become-complete-again-the-blind-can-see-deaf-can-hear-cripples-are-no-longer-crippled-after-all-their-vital-signs-have-ceased-to-exist
why-do-we-let-blind-people-people-in-wheelchairs-become-citizens-i-feel-sorry-for-cripples-but-that-doesnt-mean-i-want-them-in-my-country
no-matter-how-fierce-enemy-seemswhen-fear-cripples-us-anger-enrages-us-selfishness-possesses-us-when-adversity-crushes-us-opposition-hounds-us-temptation-plagues-usgod-is-greater
i-realised-one-day-that-men-are-emotional-cripples-we-cant-express-ourselves-emotionally-we-can-only-do-it-with-anger-humour-emotional-stability-expression-comes-from-women
besides-being-prime-cause-poor-economic-growth-poor-governance-breeds-corruption-which-cripples-investment-wastes-resources-diminishes-confidence
a-great-war-leaves-the-country-with-three-armies-an-army-of-cripples-an-army-of-mourners-and-an-army-of-thieves
It is their usual reaction; they employ not words and reasoned conversation or discourse to resolve problems, but the truncheon, the jackbooted foot, or the gun. Sophistication requires more competence and skill than mere thuggery. It is a harder, loftier charge to be civilised than to let the beast in man devour man. The enlightened mind knows that all is challengeable, questions all, and thus, learns and grows. The weak, narrow mind makes its beliefs - whatever form they take - sacrosanct, defending them with violence if necessary. Political extremists, much like religious zealots, are the latter. They destroy what they cannot convert. They annihilate those they cannot control or make conform. They have found no peace in life, no love, and so promote war and division, as emotional cripples - inflicting their own pain and misery and malignant stupidity on the world. Their language binds people together, but only by stirring the darkest excesses of the soul; language of hate, and intolerance, fear and conspiracy, and the need for vengeance. In war-scarred Europe, these cripples direct mass-psychology, and would make the world in their own likeness; mutilated by violence and tribalism and hate. They use language in its most evil, twisted form. They appeal to the lowest form of understanding, on a level I hesitate to allow for the term 'human intelligence' to be associated. Children, fertile minds ripe for molestation. Now they will be taught what to think, not how to think. Language, that twisted poison. It scars purity.

Daniel S. Fletcher
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instead-rock-paper-scissors-you-could-play-brick-blanket-action-fingers-in-which-brick-cripples-action-fingers-blanket-smothers-brick-action-fingers-beats-blanket-nicole-mckay
the-machine-itself-receives-some-same-feelings-with-over-27-000-on-it-its-getting-to-be-something-highmiler-oldtimer-although-there-are-plenty-older-ones-running-but-over-miles-i
Things I Used to Get Hit For: Talking back. Being smart. Acting stupid. Not listening. Not answering the first time. Not doing what I'm told. Not doing it the second time I'm told. Running, jumping, yelling, laughing, falling down, skipping stairs, lying in the snow, rolling in the grass, playing in the dirt, walking in mud, not wiping my feet, not taking my shoes off. Sliding down the banister, acting like a wild Indian in the hallway. Making a mess and leaving it. Pissing my pants, just a little. Peeing the bed, hardly at all. Sleeping with a butter knife under my pillow. Shitting the bed because I was sick and it just ran out of me, but still my fault because I'm old enough to know better. Saying shit instead of crap or poop or number two. Not knowing better. Knowing something and doing it wrong anyway. Lying. Not confessing the truth even when I don't know it. Telling white lies, even little ones, because fibbing isn't fooling and not the least bit funny. Laughing at anything that's not funny, especially cripples and retards. Covering up my white lies with more lies, black lies. Not coming the exact second I'm called. Getting out of bed too early, sometimes before the birds, and turning on the TV, which is one reason the picture tube died. Wearing out the cheap plastic hole on the channel selector by turning it so fast it sounds like a machine gun. Playing flip-and-catch with the TV's volume button then losing it down the hole next to the radiator pipe. Vomiting. Gagging like I'm going to vomit. Saying puke instead of vomit. Throwing up anyplace but in the toilet or in a designated throw-up bucket. Using scissors on my hair. Cutting Kelly's doll's hair really short. Pinching Kelly. Punching Kelly even though she kicked me first. Tickling her too hard. Taking food without asking. Eating sugar from the sugar bowl. Not sharing. Not remembering to say please and thank you. Mumbling like an idiot. Using the emergency flashlight to read a comic book in bed because batteries don't grow on trees. Splashing in puddles, even the puddles I don't see until it's too late. Giving my mother's good rhinestone earrings to the teacher for Valentine's Day. Splashing in the bathtub and getting the floor wet. Using the good towels. Leaving the good towels on the floor, though sometimes they fall all by themselves. Eating crackers in bed. Staining my shirt, tearing the knee in my pants, ruining my good clothes. Not changing into old clothes that don't fit the minute I get home. Wasting food. Not eating everything on my plate. Hiding lumpy mashed potatoes and butternut squash and rubbery string beans or any food I don't like under the vinyl seat cushions Mom bought for the wooden kitchen chairs. Leaving the butter dish out in summer and ruining the tablecloth. Making bubbles in my milk. Using a straw like a pee shooter. Throwing tooth picks at my sister. Wasting toothpicks and glue making junky little things that no one wants. School papers. Notes from the teacher. Report cards. Whispering in church. Sleeping in church. Notes from the assistant principal. Being late for anything. Walking out of Woolworth's eating a candy bar I didn't pay for. Riding my bike in the street. Leaving my bike out in the rain. Getting my bike stolen while visiting Grandpa Rudy at the hospital because I didn't put a lock on it. Not washing my feet. Spitting. Getting a nosebleed in church. Embarrassing my mother in any way, anywhere, anytime, especially in public. Being a jerk. Acting shy. Being impolite. Forgetting what good manners are for. Being alive in all the wrong places with all the wrong people at all the wrong times.

Bob Thurber
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