The False Allegation Epidemic

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I was raped when I was 6. I didn’t tell anyone until I was 21. The reason my life fell apart after that was not because I was raped 15 years in the past. It was because either no one believed me, or they adamantly interfered with my ability to do anything about it. I was not able to claim my own power back until ten years later, but guess what? The statute of limitations on sexual assault on a child is 5 years after the victim’s eighteenth birthday.

I really don’t hate the pedophile who raped me. Sorry if that offends somebody. That’s how I honestly feel. I do have intense hatred for those who interfered with my expressed desire to get justice.

I couldn’t do it on my own. I was 21, sure, technically an adult: but I was terrified. Terrified! I had Asperger’s Syndrome. I was still being mentally abused by several people. My father had just been diagnosed with terminal Parkinson’s Disease which killed him. It was fucking chaos. If somebody, anybody else, who had any kind of authority in the institutions that I appealed to for help in those days had stood up and even just listened to me, really listened to me. The world would be a better place.

The world is the world. It is what it is. We have to accept it no matter what or we will kill ourselves. But it would be better if things changed the way Jimmy Williams in the above video and many other people this past week have been calling for.

Thank you for letting me speak.

Erik B. Anderson
The King of Funny Faces

PS - Thank you Goldie Taylor

They Still Make Good Films These Days (Just Not In Hollywood) - #14

Awful Normal

This was very therapeutic for me to watch.



So Sayeth the King of Funny Faces!

9/11/11

I was with my father 10 years ago today. I was getting ready for work upstairs when I saw the towers begin to fall. I ran down crazily to tell him "The twin towers are collapsing." He couldn't believe it until I turned on the TV and there they were. He told me to go to work. I worked in Secaucus, New Jersey, just across the river. My shift started at 11 am. Many of my co-workers watched the second plane hit from their window. I never made it to work, though. The roads were closed. I went to a Blood Bank to see if I could donate blood, but the line was already 40 or 50 people long, so I decided just to go to a car dealership and get some work that needed to be done on my car since I had the day off. I sat in the waiting room watching the news by myself for a long time.

A few weeks later, I remember walking in on my dad. He was crying terribly. I learned that he had just read a story in a magazine or something about a little girl who was never going to see "daddy's funny faces" again. I mentioned this as part of his story at my father's memorial service. It is the origin of the phrase "The King of Funny Faces".

They Still Make Good Films These Days (Just Not In Hollywood) - #13

I just posted this review on Netflix. Hopefully, it will be posted soon.

Move over Mongol. Red Hill is officially now my favorite movie of ALL TIME! Jimmy Conway is one of the most iconic characters in all of film. He's scary as hell like Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men, but without the quirky haircut and the one liners. The plot is pretty much the exact opposite of High Noon. It's every bit as iconic. The whole thing is bloody perfect. It's glorious. I'm definitely going to buy the DVD and I want to buy a copy for all my friends. I just might do that for somebody I know who's having a birthday next month. Never mind the bollocks in some of the other reviews. Watch this movie. You won't regret it.

So Sayeth the King of Funny Faces!

The head of the APA got paid.

An excerpt from Wired magazine:

I recently asked a former president of the APA how he used the DSM in his daily work. He told me his secretary had just asked him for a diagnosis on a patient he’d been seeing for a couple of months so that she could bill the insurance company. “I hadn’t really formulated it,” he told me. He consulted the DSM-IV and concluded that the patient had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

“Did it change the way you treated her?” I asked, noting that he’d worked with her for quite a while without naming what she had.

“No.”

“So what would you say was the value of the diagnosis?”

“I got paid.”

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Example #13: Flame and Citron

So Sayeth the King of Funny Faces!