Should I Avoid Having Asian Kids to Avoid Racism?

Recently, there was a lunatic screaming outside my apartment window, "FUCKING GOOOOOK," "YELLOW MOTHERFUCKER," and my favorite, "YOU'LL STARVE IN WORLD WAR 3."

That last one was pretty funny, but this isn't really the main topic. My main point is: would people tell me it's a good idea to breed out Asians, so the kids wouldn't have to experience racism?

I hope not. Yet that's what short men are told. Even fellow short men think it's a good idea to exclude short males from the gene pool, lest they be discriminated against. That's like making everyone the same race to avoid racism. You've lost.

To sum everything up, here's an oldie but a goodie:

"It's giving in to that toxic mentality... Think about if it was interracial marriage in the 1960s, and a white woman told her black husband they should just get a white sperm donor so that the children wouldn't have to deal with racism. It's giving into that toxic mentality and basically saying "who you are is less important than appeasing the assholes who think this shit matters."

What the Fuck Is This Height Article From The Guardian?

https://archive.is/gyyDd

This article is out of control. Seriously. Skim through it. I thought April Fools' came early. Are they saying that if your child is taller than you, then you'll submit to them?

They also equate being bigger with being taller, so that's nice. That mentality totally doesn't create morons like this guy.

Asian Mom Worried Her Sons Will Be Short and Asian

Source: http://www.donotlink.com/fwxt

"For instance, what if they grow up to be short but they LOVE playing basketball like their father did as a kid?  Would I be blamed for this due to my 5’ 1” stature in their myopic adolescent tirades?  Their Chinese grandfather barely clears 5’ 3”. And yes, their father is southern Italian, so not much of the tall genes there either, but we all know the Asian will be blamed for this genetic demerit. Man, my sons will be pissed once they realize they’ve inherited my physical stature, right? In due time, they will be reminded of this."

Ha. "Genetic demerit." That's a new one.

de·mer·it
A quality or characteristic deserving of blame or censure; a fault.

Height is always phrased as an achievement or fault, isn't it?

From some other lady: "Being below 5'7" is quite a low bar for a man to hit imo."

Apparently, aside from being disfigured or handicapped, being a short non-white male is the worst. I mention paraplegics because we're also compared to "those with gene mutations and physical disabilities."

The government should have a handicap fund for short Asian men to get eyelid, nose, jaw, and leg lengthening surgery. Throw in some free skin bleach as well. Then they'll pretend they're benevolent when they outright reject short men's DNA. With the amount of worry women have about short ethnic sons, it might as well be a disease, like you're afraid your kid will be born with syphilis or something.

Backwards Parenting

Some parents yell at or hit their kids over the littlest things, yet put up a facade of politeness for complete strangers. Would most of these parents go off on some random pedestrian, the way they do to their children? Rhetorical question, especially if your parents are weak as fuck. It's quite sickening.

Society's Coercion and Mental Health

Unengaging employment and schooling require all kinds of coercions for participation, and human beings pay a psychological price for this. In nearly three decades of clinical practice, I have found that coercion is often the source of suffering.
 
Here’s one situation that I’ve seen hundreds of times. An intelligent young child or teenager has been underachieving in standard school, and has begun to have emotional and/or behavioral problems. Such a child often feels coerced by standard schooling to pay attention to that which is boring for them, to do homework for which they see no value, and to stay inside a building that feels sterile and suffocating. Depending on the child’s temperament, this coercion results in different outcomes—none of them good.
 
Some of these kids get depressed and anxious. They worry that their lack of attention and interest will result in dire life consequences. They believe authorities’ admonitions that if they do poorly in school, they will be “flipping burgers for the rest of their lives.” It is increasingly routine for doctors to medicate these anxious and depressed kids with antidepressants and other psychiatric drugs.
 
Other inattentive kids are unworried. They don’t take seriously either their schooling or admonitions from authorities, and they feel justified in resisting coercion. Their rebellion is routinely labeled by mental health professionals as “acting out,” and they are diagnosed with oppositional defiant disorder or conduct disorder. Their parents often attempt punishments, which rarely work to break these kids’ resistance. Parents become frustrated and resentful that their child is causing them stress. Their child feels this parental frustration and resentment, and often experiences it as their parents not liking them. And so these kids stop liking their parents, stop caring about their parents’ feelings, and seek peers whom they believe do like them, even if these peers are engaged in criminal behaviors.

In all societies, there are coercions to behave in culturally agreed upon ways. For example, in many indigenous cultures, there is peer pressure to be courageous and honest. However, in modernity, we have institutional coercions that compel us to behave in ways that we do not respect or value. Parents, afraid their children will lack credentials necessary for employment, routinely coerce their children to comply with coercive schooling that was unpleasant for these parents as children. And though 70% of us hate or are disengaged from our jobs, we are coerced by the fear of poverty and homelessness to seek and maintain employment.

In our society, we are taught that accepting institutional coercion is required for survival. We discover a variety of ways—including drugs and alcohol—to deny resentment. We spend much energy denying the lethal effects of coercion on relationships. And, unlike many indigenous cultures, we spend little energy creating a society with minimal amount of coercion.

Accepting coercion as “a fact of life,” we often have little restraint in coercing others when given the opportunity. This opportunity can present itself when we find ourselves above others in an employment hierarchy and feel the safety of power; or after we have seduced our mate by being as noncoercive as possible and feel the safety of marriage. Marriages and other relationships go south in a hurry when one person becomes a coercive control freak; resentment quickly occurs in the other person, who then uses counter-coercive measures.

In the 1970s, prior to the domination of the biopsychiatry-Big Pharma partnership, many mental health professionals took seriously the impact of coercion and resentful relationships on mental health. And in a cultural climate more favorable than our current one for critical reflection of society, authors such as Erich Fromm, who addressed the relationship between society and mental health, were taken seriously even within popular culture. But then psychiatry went to bed with Big Pharma and its Big Money, and their partnership has helped bury the commonsense reality that an extremely coercive society creates enormous fear and resentment, which results in miserable marriages, unhappy families, and severe emotional and behavioral problems.

(Original article)

Some Move Forward in Spite of Poor Parenting

"Some people will move forward in spite of poor parenting to become who they are meant to be. All it does is serve to hold them back for a time. Some are restrained permanently, others shed it like a snake skin."

It's always fascinating to witness a child resist his or her parents.

My own parents tried just about every method to control me: violence, threats, shame, drugs, counseling, bribery, and even voodoo. Eventually, they gave up because all they could do was make me cry when I was young, or angry now that I'm older.

Funnily enough, the one approach my parents never tried was a calm and open discussion. When you are not capable of debating with anyone, especially your own offspring, do not have kids. Trying to control a naturally intelligent child through fear will only cause them to view you as less than worthy of filial piety.

When a child knows who they are destined to become, nothing short of death can stop them.

"The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away. There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice. To change myself, I'd rather die, though they will not understand."

Supportive Parenting For Short Sons

"The problem with calling a short child a potentially derogatory name in reference to his height (like “stumpy”) is the same problem that occurs when parents give their children Human Growth Hormone in an attempt to make them taller.  Both parents are acting out of love, but when a short boy sees that his parents are fixated on his short height, he may take this as validation of height bigotry generally.  That is, he will face a lot of social challenges because he is short (as a child and especially as an adult).  If he has memories of supportive parents who reject heightism and tell him that height stigma is wrong (which is better than the lie that “height doesn’t matter”) he will be able to better deal with the social challenges.  However, if he had parents who obsessed over making him taller (essentially telling him that it’s not O.K. to be short) or parents who gave him a nickname about his height….it could seriously affect his future quality of life."

Having family and friends tell me I'm not short is the most transparent display of heightism ever. Good intentions aside, they're acting like below average stature is a crippling ailment that must be disguised.

Teasing or nicknaming a short guy out of "endearment" is also one of the worst things a loved one can do. "Stumpy?" Yeah, that sounds fucking badass. Your kid will have great self-esteem later in life.

Don't be a retard. Tell your kids size really shouldn't matter.

What's the Point of Debating?

Have you seen people on the Internet who debate with strangers for hours? It's ridiculous. In fact, I dare say it's pointless to argue with a stranger in real life about education or politics. Nothing changes from it. If a politician like Ron Paul can spend time elaborating his points only to get ignored by the mainstream US media, I'm pretty sure I can shut up dozens of people in debates and still come out with nothing.

These days, I just tell people who attack my ideas about school or dating to leave me alone. It's not that I can't articulate myself or dissect their viewpoints. Anyone who reads my writing knows that I can debate for days, but I've had these discussions over and over again so it's easier to dump a bunch of links and let others educate themselves. If they get nothing out of my alternative media, then I couldn't care less. Life is repetitious enough without debating against different people who always have the same arguments.

Even the people who consider my way of thinking will send their kids to public school, they'll date shallowly, they'll treat their offspring like pets, they won't question the majority or authority. More importantly, most of us aren't important enough to be owed any debates. I blame school debate teams for inflating the self-worth of some adults, who go through life thinking we all voluntarily entered into a competition with them. If the pseudo-intellectuals are so great, maybe they would realize their opinions are as worthless as my own. This is why I rant on a blog that about three people read.

My brain generates enough contradiction on its own without being goaded into flame wars, and words can't change the things that keep me up at night. The ignorant kids back in school may be impressed by people who yap a lot, but it's the same old smooth talking and fancy schmancy terminology to me.

If someone needs a debate to open their mind, then they are very dependent on outside stimulation. I prefer to get the same effect by scouring the Internet, where any viewpoint can be found. That way, nobody wastes their time, and I don't get annoyed by people are aren't as smart as their diplomas or degrees lead them to believe.

Show This Guy to Asshole Parents

"I grew up with hardcore asian parents. School and grades came first for as long as i can remember. Problem is, i am not a smart asian :/ Requirement was: Only straight A's or else.
Middle school (7-8th) Or else: Mom would decide what i would wear to school (Throughout middle school) (cold day -> wear all shorts, hot as fuck day -> eskimo wear, raining -> sandals and no umbrella) No social interaction until i brought grades up. Oh yeah, I had to walk ~5 miles home(no money for public transportation) if i did not bring back all A's.
Not being a smart person, i never got straight A's. So yes, all the above happened to me. What did i do? Took it up the ass, did not complain, and blamed myself for my stupidity.
High school: Exact same punishments except Mom did not dress me. Thank god. And yes, i never got straight A's in high school also.
Only good outcome that happened was that i got into a decent UC school. Other than that, my life was living hell. Was never allowed any social activities/interactions outside school. Period. No exceptions. Birthday? Too fucking bad. Group project? Do it by yourself. I remember asking my mom if i could go eat lunch with a group of people after school, and this is what she replied word for word: "You got a B in Spanish. You do not have any friends." So that was that. I did not go eat with them. I Ended up printing out a happy face, taping it to the wall, and talking with it everyday to try and keep my fucking sanity.
University(worst fucking 4 years of my life)
Made many UC schools, parents chose the one closest to where we lived so they could maintain complete dominance over my life.
Same thing happened, did not get straight A's.
So for 4 years in university, i had absolute no social interaction. Did group projects alone. Fucking shitty."


This young man is 23 and hasn't figured out that grades have nothing to do with intellect, so he's not very bright like he said, but never mind that. Point is, to the parents who push their children to ridiculous extents, this is what you'll end up with. A lonely, broken boy. I hope you're proud showing off this mess to your acquaintances.

He also said some girl liked him for months, but he pushed her away and she eventually went to some other guy. Reminiscent of the girls who liked me but I ignored like a jerk. I rationalize it by saying I hate anyone who believes in school, but sometimes I think it's because I'm afraid of getting hurt again. If my own family can utterly destroy me when I was an innocent child, what's stopping some normal girl from breaking my heart? Just some stupid shit to think about before bed.

Oh, and the replies to this guy's post told him to go see a psychologist. Typical. He actually did see a doctor, since he's a dumb school nerd, and all he got were meds. There is something funny there, if this situation wasn't so common. A person gets ruined since birth, and all people can suggest is the shrink. They really think it's that easy, to pay a stranger who'll undo a decade of family trauma with drugs. Logic is dead, no matter how high your grades are.

Love and Respect

I'm only attracted to anyone I can respect. That's a given for most people, yes? However, I cannot respect anyone who's too stupid to differentiate between school and education. I can't respect the women who go for the tall, apathetic douchebags a dozen times, then crawl to men like me afterwards. I don't care if a girl's a virgin or not, but at least fuck decent guys before me. Is that too much to ask for these days? Otherwise, it seems like you think with your vagina, and that's a huge turn off.

Unfortunately, this pretty much reduces my dating (God I still hate that term) pool to nothing. Most people, not just girls, are stupid, unfaithful, and shallow. Why people actively search for mates is beyond me. Don't give me the "humans are wired to breed" cliche because most don't want kids till they're married, if ever. It's just the stigma against being alone that causes individuals to date people they don't respect. Turned on by, sure, but not respect. That leads to emotions being trampled on and break ups/divorces up the ass.

Hypothetically, if I got angry at the girls who liked me back in school, I would have debated them till they cried. I'm skilled at pushing everyone's buttons. I've done it to grown, arrogant men like my vice principal and father. I do so easily because I respect none of them. That's why I ignored the typical school girls who chatted with me. So kind and pretty, but ignorant and dumb. I liked them, but didn't respect them. Or maybe I respected their feelings and didn't want to eventually hurt them, because there's no way I can be with a school slave.

This goes for parenting too. If you don't respect your child as a living, breathing human being, it's guaranteed to go awry. You can punish and hurt them, physically or psychologically. The kid might shut up and obey, but they won't respect you. Not truly. When adults who were spanked as children say they 'respect' their parents for disciplining them, what they really mean is, "thank you for whipping me into submission like I'm a horse." Horses don't respect their owners, do they?

Respect is the key component for any loving relationship. Friends, parents, mates... I have none of those because I don't respect most people. My fault? Sure, but when they're so obedient, and afraid of pain, authority, loneliness, divergence, death... What's there to respect?

I respect good people regardless of everything, but when many approve of a school system that depresses youth and puts them on meds, are they really good human beings? I don't think so. They fit the 'upstanding citizen' image and nothing more. I spit on most people who proclaim to be 'good.'

The only people I respect are the ones I've never met. Individuals who fight for what they believe, the ones who overcome adversity. They say and do what's right even if they're berated by the masses. I want to meet one person who understands school without me explaining anything, or someone who's gone through trauma and survived. I want to respect, if not love, someone in person.

Too bad all those years I went out and was met with only ignoramuses turned me into a hermit. I wasn't exactly sitting alone everyday a few years ago, believe it or not. I probably knew dozens and dozens of people who approached and chatted with me, and I respected none of them. You could say this is my fault for being picky and narrow-minded, and you'd be right about the first part. It's the fact that most people are narrow-minded themselves that makes this a conundrum. I don't want to talk to conformed drones, and they don't want to be seen publicly with a short, 'ugly' dropout. No respect either way, and thus no love lost.

Every racist 'joke,' every insult about short men, every comment on appearance, every demeaning remark about one's education... When someone wonders why love is dead, it's because respect died first. It's been replaced with worship and compliance for status, looks, power, authority... Or perhaps it's always been that way. People think respect is shutting up when their king speaks, even if that king is a weak, selfish coward. That's why I disrespect the people. Stupid.

"God Will Punish You"

My parents can't debate to save their lives. It's always "we're your parents so we're right" or "God will punish you for disobedience." So to you, God, if I have been wrong my whole life, and my parents' way is the righteous path, then I am yours to punish. Considering how many people have labeled me as a wretched child, I've been waiting a long time for you to smite me... Assuming you exist, of course.

The Price of Piety

Would you be proud if your child lived by their heart and chanced failure, or would it please you for them to take the conventional path, even if the latter makes them miserable? How many parents dream of a child who graduates high school and college, then end up receiving the opposite? More importantly, how many moms or dads forsake their offspring once the kid defies?

It's ironic when parents throw graduation parties for kids who needed therapy/drugs to get through school. I just saw that scenario somewhere and couldn't help but vent. This was their defense for drugging youth who are defiant but otherwise healthy, "oh, my child got through school thanks to pills, and I couldn't be prouder!" It's sad when parents yearn for a pet child, but it's worse when souls are molded into trophies.

I would be content with a happy son or daughter, and any of their success would be a bonus. I don't think that's politically correct, is it? I'm supposed to 'push my children to do better' or something. I got pushed a lot and now I'm fucked up, so I'm going by personal experience, but what the hell do I know? I need to have kids of my own to criticize bad parenting, right? Whatever - I don't care what I'm supposed to do (as if that wasn't obvious).

If your kid genuinely wants to be an obedient academic, whose dream is to work under someone, then by all means be proud for them. However, to those who would hurt their own child for a 'good image,' you aren't ready to have kids. Unless you're prepared to love your children unconditionally, don't bring them into this world. If you ignore this warning, pray your own blood does not turn on you.

Obey the Chain of Command

It's so transparent, this chain of command in our world. Teachers have no control over the school board, so they take out their frustration on students. These students have no control in school or at home, so they become parasites that latch onto authority to feel special. People in general have no control at the workplace or over the law, so they're insufferably harsh, especially towards children who still have youth's freedom.

Someone once told me to get used to this submission, because there will always be people who have authority over my life, like parents, teachers, employers, cops, politicians... Then I realized a year or two ago, that the worst any of them can do if I disobey is kill me. I have nothing to live for, therefore, I have no reason to obey anyone ever again. It is a wonderful feeling, something the obedient will never experience.

From Top Student to Expelled Dropout

I was expelled from school in 9th grade, and I'm currently 19 years old with no plans on 'finishing' my education (as if education ever ends). I say this with pride, because too often, people dismiss academic-underachievers as "lazy," and any attempt to explain our side is labelled an excuse. I feel an overwhelming need to show why it's rarely that simple. I used to be a top student, the kind that got praised by teachers, friends, and family alike. For me to leave that behind, it had to take something special. Through the following moments, I will share how I went from a parent's dream child, to a delinquent with a reticent family.

My first moment was when I was dragged to kindergarten, or rather, how I was treated when I refused to go. I knew in my heart school wasn't right the instant I entered. Unlike many adults who come to realize school's faults through facts and logic, I felt it when I was 5 years old. Similar to a wild animal fighting its human captors, I fought my parents and school staff... and not surprisingly, I lost. It's not like I hated school because my home was great and I never wanted to leave. My family is poor and abusive, but that very abuse was why I continued going to school. I was beaten and punished until I yielded. From being choked with a belt, smashed by a chair, kneeling in a corner for an hour, and not being allowed to eat, it was enough to keep me at the top of my class. By the time high school rolled around, I was one of two students from my elementary school to be chosen for the gifted student program. Everyone was proud, but was this worth it? Instead of finding an alternative education for their child, how many parents try to force their kids into school's mold? Parents turn on their own flesh and blood, verbally/physically, because society says school is more important than individual needs. Maternal love is nothing compared to a good report card. Still, from kindergarten to 8th grade, I gave in to everyone's needs but my own. After all, education was mandatory.

By 9th grade, I learned the difference between school and education. I saw facts being remembered exclusively for tests, then discarded a week later. I noticed many students making resolutions to do better in school, but by their faces and tone, I only heard false promises made out of shame. Students lied, because schools told them their true feelings meant nothing compared to the sin of academic failure. What righteous 'education' system shames kids for the low grades they receive on subjects they never asked for? What kind of education is this? From my peers mocking struggling classmates because the latter were in remedial classes, to students labeling themselves as 'stupid' and ending up on anti-depressants, I've had enough. Was I the only one who could differentiate between knowledge and intelligence? Could nobody else separate compliance from morality? The students gauged each other by grades, the teachers evaluated kids on obedience, and I started skipping classes because I felt alone in my beliefs.

Of course, we all know skipping class lands us in trouble, and I eventually ended up in my vice-principal's office for truancy. The moment I walked in, he looked at me like I was a criminal. When I told him where I went in my absence (sleeping in the library and sitting in the bathroom), he accused me of lying. I believe that in his head, any student who doesn't do well in school is a sexual deviant who sells drugs. No, I knew this was how he perceived me, because the moment I told him I used to be a top student, his tone changed instantly. He spoke to me like I was a confused puppy, instead of an insolent degenerate. Somehow, this angered me more than if he had judged me ignorantly. I confronted him on his bias for 'good' students, I spoke ill of his beloved school system, I said everything. By the end, he claimed I was the "rudest boy" he had ever met, and I was expelled. Not once did I insult him personally, yet I was the rudest. I am both proud and saddened by this fact, because in all the years this vice-principal was employed, no other child has stood up to him. This man was never taught how demanding respect, while making baseless assumptions about youth, makes him a hypocrite.

After getting expelled, every insult against 'bad' students and dropouts rang in my ears louder than before. I was now one of the outcasts shunned by the world, not because I was a liar, a thief, or a killer... but because I didn't graduate from school. This society hates anyone who doesn't go along with the school system, to the point of being cult-like. It's on TV, in our homes, on the streets, in the workforce... No formal schooling means you're uneducated, and having low grades is the equivalent of being mentally retarded. Alternative methods of education, like homeschooling, unschooling, and democratic schools, are seen as radical by the majority of citizens. If I believe people like this are heartless, does that make me the laziest, most moronic heretic amongst humanity?

Humanity... That is the basis behind every action I made, and why I refuse to go back to school. My dissenters can spin emotions into 'chemicals in the brain' all they want, but I will never live that way. I'll only believe a child's depression is cured by pills, when freedom and compassion fails them first. I will believe the majority of ADHD cases are real, when all those misdiagnosed kids cannot pay attention to their personal passions. Until schools cease their invalidation of feelings, none of these meaningless lines will change me:

"Too cool for school?"

"Have fun flipping burgers."

"Kids in Africa wish they were you."

"You can't learn anything without school."

"This is what the real world is like."

"Grow up and deal with it."

"Go back to school."

I will go back to school, when the apathetic adults that run them go back to their childhoods, and pick up the humanity they left behind.

Also posted here:
http://acestoohigh.com/2013/07/23/why-i-went-from-being-a-top-student-to-an-expelled-dropout/
http://acesconnection.com/profiles/blogs/from-top-student-to-expelled-dropout-why
http://eqi.org/p1/uruguay/people/luke/From%20_Top_Student_to_Expelled_Dropout.htm

Difference Between Discipline and Punishment

I'm thinking about how I used to get beat up by my parents whenever they couldn't get their way, or they were just in a bad mood. Choked, hit with belts, smashed by a computer chair, made to kneel for an hour facing the wall... That last one makes no sense and I think it's an Asian thing. When I confronted my parents years later, after I was buff as hell from working out and studying combat sports, they just said "it was discipline. You needed it." It's funny how I can even confront them in the first place now. It's almost like they only attack those weaker than them, then justify it with their rationalizations, aka "good parenting."

I think till this day, they believe they did me a favor. Too bad the only thing their punishment did was scar me for life. They have never disciplined me once, and only beat the crap out of me without explaining anything. Unless you count "I'm your parent and an adult so know your place" as a valid explanation for anything. I grew wiser in spite of their abuse, not because of.

Like my parents, most authority figures fail to differentiate between discipline and punishment. The former is self-control instilled through maturity, knowledge, or enlightenment. The latter is beating a child until they're too dead inside to fight back. The difference here is that a disciplined person is strong and wise, while the punished is only docile because they're afraid of consequence. A punished person may be obedient, but they lack the knowledge of why they shouldn't sin. This makes all the difference to me - the difference between a sage and a whipped horse.

If one positive thing has come out of this, it's that I know how to treat any children I may have. Child abuse has also become one of my berserk buttons. Hurt a kid in front of me and I don't care what "well-intentioned" excuses one may have, it gives me flashbacks to some weak cowards beating up a five-year-old kid. Cowards like this need to be wiped off this planet, or at least be locked in a cage with someone who fights back.

I thought pain and punishment was supposed to make docile, upstanding citizens? I've become quite the opposite.