Lying is justifiable if it's for the greater good.  It depends on the situation.  But I can see how it is useful.  If some won is going to get hurt really bad for no reason.  Like if they have a different religion then a lie can be used for the grater good by saying that you don't believe in God.

Sometimes violence is the only way to solve a problem.  I just Strongly agreed because I felt like it.  what if some won pulls a knife on you?

and you have a bigger knife and no cops where around to help you?  Than you scare your enemy with your knife or a gun if you have one.

It is okay to kill someone in self-defense.  What if some one was about to kill you and no won was around.  Then pick up a rock and bash him in the head.

Words are stronger than fists.  The pen is mightier than the sword.

Bullies hurt others because they have low self esteem.  I know a bully that docent care about him self.  

Only the best and brightest students should receive the best education to become a nation's leaders .  Well maybe   I think it depends on how the parson is smar.

Revenge is never justified.  I think it can be justified to sone dagree.

Crying is evidence of weakness.  Not only it is a evidence of weakness if your seen you will get bullyed the rest of your life.

Any action is acceptable in war.  No what if someone just desided to nuke a place with civileans like in WWII.

Teenagers need discipline and rules because they can't control themselves.  only some not all.

Only through personal sacrifice can someone create positive  change.  I think that is true.  I dint know what else to say.

Generating compassion for your enemies is the only way to create peace.  I can see how that is true.

I am a Musical Learner

Your mantra: That sounds good to me!

You probably sing to yourself while walking down the street. Keep it up! Musical intelligence is associated with enjoying music, singing (vocalists), making music (composers), and playing an instrument (instrumentalists). You are sensitive to sounds and the emotions music conveys. You have a unique ability to know when something is off key.   

      Wow I didn't know that. Well maybe it make since because one day I just got on a key bord and started playing stuff by by ear.  Hummmmmmmmmmmm I need so cookies. 

I am kind of a Interpersonal Learner

Your mantra: I understand what you mean.

Interpersonal learners thrive on social interaction. Friends often ask you for advice because you are understanding and in tune with the people around you and their motives, emotions, perspectives, and moods.

Your ability to manage relationships helps you understand situations and take a leadership role when necessary. You enjoy teaching and sharing your thoughts.

Careers that require insight and the ability to read what someone else is thinking or feeling -- such as teaching, psychology, or sales -- would be a great match for those with interpersonal intelligence. 

      What dose that mean?

I'm Kinda a  Bodily-Kinesthetic Learner

Your mantra: Movement is fun-damental.

Bodily-kinesthetic intelligence means you think in movements. The fundamental ability to use movements for either self-expression or precision to achieve a goal is crucial for surgeons, athletes, mimes, choreographers, and directors.

The best way for you to retain information is to associate it with an activity. Dance, acting, and sports are easy for you to master. Relate what you are trying to learn to one of these activities, and you will retain information and gain understanding.

WHAT THE @#$%!!!!!!!  I don't thing that is true.  The computer is wrong.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Gemini's Revenge

Mr. R was the neighborhood bully.  He loved making friends with Orion and then turning him against me.  One time Orion and I found a snake in the field and I took it as my pet.  Orion called Mr. R over and when he came I had a bad feeling.  Mr. R looked at the snake and then stomped on the poor creature. Mr. R smiled.  After he killed my pet he pointed all his evil energy at me.  So he took the snake and threw it at me.  Then he started making homophobic remarks at me.

 I was really mad.  So I left and got my dad.  A big scary dude.  I told him what happened and then he stormed in the parking lot and yelled at Mr. R.  After that my dad came back and said he has solved the problem.  But he just made it worse.  

Mr. R was mad at me because I got my dad to yell at him so he stole my bike for the third time.  But this time I never got it back.

It all started when I was born.  My parents didn't get along but come to think of it all first couples never get along.  So my mom and dad separated.  And that’s when my days in a ghetto apartment complex begin.  

I moved in with my mom, I was excited.  On the first day I made friends with this one kid named Orion.  He has dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and he was a few centimeters taller than me.  I was three feet back then.  

The apartment complex I lived in was like a prison.  The reason I call it a prison is because there were cruel people and trash was everywhere.  And worst of all I was never happy.

There was a old man that took a picture of me and said that he is going to show the landlord because I was breaking up cement. There were two kids,I forget their names, who would play with fire.  And this one guy would take a 22 and shoot at a wooden stake posted up to support a fence. at one end there was a forest and a broken down park for kids to play in.  there was a lot of spiders some even bigger than my hand.  

It has been a week since i've been bikeless.  This drove me crazy. I would hide in the bushes and up in trees or behind junk watching and stalking Mr. R for about two weeks.  Until one day he made a mistake that he would regret for the rest of his childhood years.  Mr. R left his bike out and I thought this is the perfect opportunity to get some payback.  So I stole his bike.  

A few months later my little brother was born and Mr. R couldnt except that his bike was gone. He would go to every door asking if you had seen it and when he came to mine I lied and told him no.  

After a while I moved to Trinidad.  Life was a little bit better there.  It had a And every now and then I laugh at the sight of that of that old rusty cougar bike in open garage.  It is hard to believe that after all these nine years I still have Mr. R’s bike.