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Originally posted by Pekka
... I was just wondering how the hell could they all be such crooks! That's what I'm wondering about. In the early 1900s especially! Man they were like a gang.
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Fine line between crime and survival - and given police abilities at the time (low detection rate) crime was easier to commit back then. Add in much less of a social welfare policy and maybe it becaomes a bit easier to understand.
Not condoning it, just saying there are forces that encourage people to become career criminals.
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Zhonghuà Rénmín Gònghéguó
Mar 2000
time: 06:29
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then what about those that do? losers by their own decisions?
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Japher
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Ook! Ook! Ack! Ack! Ack!
Jun 2002
time: 05:29
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My mom's side of the familly are a bunch of hard working entrepeneurs who fail all the time at whatever they try to do. They are smart, resourceful, and have enough to live their lives with all the time. Yet, they continue to try and scratch their way to the top (where ever that is). Yet, most of them get caught up in the top that they never bother to create a firm foundation from where to begin. My mom's dad was construction worker, turned contractor (on which he lost a lot of money in), and then became a building inspector... Respectable living he made.
My dad's side of the family are a little rougher. The drink a lot more, party a lot more, but are better family in that they spend time with you, and are always happy when you show up, and will never put you out. They are mostly in construction and teaching professions, nice blue collar jobs. Yet, one thing I notice is that they never try to better themselves, financially or careerwise. My dad's cousin has be in contruction for almost 30 years and never once thought of becoming a contractor... Why? They wwould rather spend time with their family than have money or work at their own buisness. When told they could spend even more time with their family once they made a lot of money, they usually say something along the lines of "yeah, but kids grow up so fast..."
I don't know what to take from this, but when my dad broke of off the blue collar family he was kind of shunned by them, and even to this day there is an air of resentment towards him for doing so... Yet, they say the love him all the same.
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Zhonghuà Rénmín Gònghéguó
Mar 2000
time: 06:29
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genetics, environment and will? I think will (the conscious per se, the mind so to speak) are formed by geens and by environment, so we're back at Mr Freud. how are those components of personality called in english?
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Zhonghuà Rénmín Gònghéguó
Mar 2000
time: 06:29
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funny how it's always the winners that say it's what you make of it, then the people on the receiving end ("losers", I prefer to call us/them just non-alphas) claiming the opposite and the blind mainstream peole that don't participate.
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Oerdin
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of Internet Music.
Sep 2001
time: 21:29
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Here's what I know about my recent (with in 4 generations) family. One my mother's side my great grandfather was from Chicago, graduated from Notre Dame University in 1910, and was an officer in the US Army during WW1. In 1920 he started a business making neon lights and actually got the contract from Budweiser to make neon bud signs. They actually ended up with quite a bit of money and later on during the depression when everyone else was dirt poor my grandfather had a nanny, went to privite schools, and lived in a large house. My great grandfather supposedly drank alot, but it didn't effect his job apparently, and was very emotionally cut off. In the Late 1940's he sold his business and retired only to die of a heart attack a few years later. I never met him but his wife, my great grand mother, died when I was 7 and I do remember her.
My mother's father graduated from USC and became an Army Air Corp pilot; He was sent to the Pacific in 1945 (the year he completed flight school) but there were very few Japanese planes left by then and he never saw air combat. After the war he tried to find a job as a pilot but there were many, many more pilots with more experience so he ended up getting a job in the insurence business intially as a salesman but later he worked his way up into management. Eventually he became the manager of All State Insurence's main office in downtown LA. His wife, my grandmother, died of cancer when I was 2 so I never knew her. I'm told she was a house wife and that my grandfather was overly fond of bourbon whiskey though he did quit drinking later in life (mostly because his second wife said she'd leave him if he didn't).
On my father's side his grandfather and father were both coal miners in Scotland. When my father was born my grandfather decided he didn't want his son to be a coal miner so they moved to America (it took them three attempts before they got their visas). Once in America they were dirt poor but my grandfather got lucky and landed a job with Convair as an aircraft painter. He worked there for 20 years and then retired at the age of 39, and then started his own painting business which he ran for 25 years. He sold the business and then my grand parents spent their retirement years traveling around the world on cruise ships (at least 5 cruises per year but sometimes more).  Neither one of my father's parents ever drank that was just part of their strict Protestent up bringing.
Both of my parents did drink though and that was the cause of much of their unhappiness. Still 3 years ago my mother quit drinking and my father agreed to cut back a great deal so there's always hope. My parents married to young (my mom was 19 and my dad 21) in my opinion but they did all right. My Dad graduated as an electrical engineer (he was the first in his family to go to a University while in my mother's family everyone went to a university) and my mom dropped out of school to be a house wife. After my sister and I got older she went to work as a human resources manager which she kept doing until 2 years ago when she had to quit for health reasons. Now she stays at home and my dad supports them both.
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29-07-2003 03:57
. So it's kind of funny how the two sisters found decent men, but their families were ROTTEN! And that bastard from that family gave me the baddest memory of my life that I remember, showed my his gun when I was like 7 or 8, and told me bunch of things about it, and I thought it was like a toy. He was drunk of course, and when he shot the gun inside the house through a plastic bottle.. man that scared the crap out of me. He was drunk too. Actually if I see him, I'll kick the crap out of him. So that's another 'web' in the whole picture.
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