lite_brite dafremen You know how the uber wealthy now own everything that used to belong to the rest of us? (The land, the resources, the companies, the government.) And you know how they use that swindled wealth to get us to do things for them? Here's a story from when I was a little boy in the orphanage, that might sound familiar. (It's a sad, twisted little story, so please be advised.): When I was about 7 or 8 and living in the orphanage, I stayed in a room that was a few doors down from a girl named Melissa. She was about 12 I think..maybe 13. She was plain but pretty..and she was also very mentally challenged. What a sweetheart! Such a dear soul..I loved her so much for her innocence and her beautiful imagination. She was my good friend. Melissa's favorite toy was Lite Brite. For those unfamiliar, it was a plastic box with a light in it. It had a grid of holes on the front. You couldn't see the light unless you stuck a clear, colored peg into one of the holes. Then the light would shine through in that color. She would spend hours making pretty pictures out of light that expressed the beautiful, sunny world she had in her heart and mind. Flowers and rainbows. Birds and sunny beaches. Lots and lots of smiley faces. One day I came to play with Melissa and she was very excited. She held up a ziploc baggie full of Lite Brite pegs. "Look what I got!", she said. "Wow! Where did you get those!?", I asked. Then she did an odd thing. She uncovered her crotch and there was some white liquid there. I didn't look too closely, and back then I didn't know what it meant. "I got lots of Lite Brites!" she laughed happily. It didn't mean anything to me then. We just played and I told her stories and she played with her Lite Brite. Many weeks later, I was walking down the hall past Melissa's room, when I saw one of the staff, a guy, scooping up Melissa's Lite Brite pegs from the floor and putting them in a bag. I didn't say anything because they'd lock you up in the Time Out room if you pissed them off. (And they didn't like me. I'd run away three times, taking two kids with me the final time.) It wasn't until many years later that I realized what I'd witnessed. And the scary thing is that with almost half a century gone by since then, I've learned that even without the retardation..people are still overjoyed to spread their legs for these fiends, giving up our lives and our dignity, just to get their own stuff back. 231021 what's it to you? who go blather from