You don't need a mind

I have come to the simple conclusion that the mind is looked past. It seems the heart is all that is looked at.

If I was a woman with a great ass and huge tits I would appeal to many. If I had along with that a great face I would appeal to all.

You can lock up an intelligent minded person for making a wrong mistake, but never will they lock up a person who lacks mind.

A person can commit a murder and act like they were troubled and get off. Some murders however I will say are justified. Men can not treat women like it is the 50's. A penis does not give me the right to "uphold the law".

Murders over drugs however I ask my government to step up. Not to step up the brutality of the DEA, but instead the way they handle the economy. Why should a person who could not make money other than to turn to drugs be sentenced to 30 years. Their only crime was obviously no guidance. What does a paid vacation behind bars prove?

A mentally ill person will be treated like they are a god sent. Special classes and special attention. Is that where we derive the word "special". I don't need a mind at all to make this life I only need a beating heart.

In school the people who cried out for attention where given "guidance". A person like me who struggled a bit because I though 40 of the same math problems was busy work is given no extra attention but rather said to be an under achiever. I can get and A+ on a test proving I know the material but get a C+ in that class because I chose against doing my homework. Is this fair?

A person with no mind but a beating heart will have there homework "grandfathered" in. Their tests drawn up with big lettered text and answered with big diameter pencils. Graded by a teacher who now has compassion.

I am not a bitter person who claims grade school was a waste of time but I ask you, is this the fair approach?

I was told that by not doing my busy work homework that I was a failure by many teachers, but the ones who needed a piece of Velcro to hold their writing utensil where an art work of god.

I completed college and successfully ran my own business. I have no trouble with number or my grammar and indeed correct people in their incorrect use, but I was a failure in school.