Trying to achieve success in life is ruthlessly demanding. It is an agonizing, brutal fight, that takes no prisoners and is completely relentless. All around us, nothing but a massive sea of people. Each one, pushing and shoving, knocking the other down.......

and trampling with no regard, whatsoever. We have lost touch and forgotten what is truly important in life. Feelings of remorse, sensitivity and compassion have been completely suppressed. It’s as if those emotions can only be remembered as a golden pastime - like the classic....
games between the Red Sox and the Yankees. Sadly, we have become desensitized.

When meeting someone for the first time, we have reduced ourselves to the most superficial questions known to man. What is your occupation and what title do you hold?......
What neighborhood do you live in? How big is your house and what kind of car do you drive? It's questions like these that have become the basis of our human-social interaction. One's professional and intimate existence is controlled by one thing. The all-mighty dollar..........
Let's just say, one would have a better chance of escaping Alcatraz back in the day, than being considered successful, without having money. Avoiding this stigmatic meteor is virtually impossible - and attempting to do so, only makes the pressure of succumbing.....
to it worse. We are equal. We’re all born as humans. To be blunt, everyone comes into this world covered in shit. Some of us get delicately cleaned off with a "Hotel Collection" bath towel from Macy's, while others get roughly wiped off with one that was purchased from Walmart...
The point is, we are ALL equals. The quality of the towel doesn’t fucking matter. Yet, we continue to wind up divided. People are born into different social classes, with broadly different upbringings and achieve varying levels of education. The issue at hand here though....
is primitive and basic. Why does money possess such incredible power outside of its designated purpose? Success is a term that cannot breathe without money. Money is its oxygen and life-blood. We don’t need money to think, walk or talk - yet for many.......
without having much of it, makes them feel inferior and unworthy. This is about to come to a screeching halt. As the most intelligent species that exist on this earth, how have we allowed money to outsmart us?

Cryptocurrency is on the verge of penetrating every facet of our.....
existence. The positive affect that it will have on the ability for ANYONE to make a good living, will be immense and ground-breaking. The playing field of life is being leveled once and for all......
No matter who you are - no matter where you came from - Life, success, and the meaning of both, will forever be changed.

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Great article from @AsheSchow. I lived thru the 'Satanic Panic' of the 1980's/early 1990's asking myself "Has eveyrbody lost their GODDAMN MINDS?!"


The 3 big things that made the 1980's/early 1990's surreal for me.

1) Satanic Panic - satanism in the day cares ahhhh!

2) "Repressed memory" syndrome

3) Facilitated Communication [FC]

All 3 led to massive abuse.

"Therapists" -and I use the term to describe these quacks loosely - would hypnotize people & convince they they were 'reliving' past memories of Mom & Dad killing babies in Satanic rituals in the basement while they were growing up.

Other 'therapists' would badger kids until they invented stories about watching alligators eat babies dropped into a lake from a hot air balloon. Kids would deny anything happened for hours until the therapist 'broke through' and 'found' the 'truth'.

FC was a movement that started with the claim severely handicapped individuals were able to 'type' legible sentences & communicate if a 'helper' guided their hands over a keyboard.