Confrontational Therapy Works If You Work It Correctly

BULLSHIT!!!! Where do you druggie ingrates get off????!!!???? LAMBASTING A PROVEN, EFFECTIVE,THERAPEUTIC TECHNIQUE!!!!! When I read that article written by those quacks, I was nauseated that someone would have the temerity to endanger our kids by trying to discredit and eliminate the one technique that has proven effective at dealing with no-good druggie adolescents and getting them STRAIGHT!!!! No wonder you all are on the road to JAILS, INSTITUTIONS, AND DEATH!!!!! If you spent a quarter of the effort working your program as you do trying to undermine it, you would be doing well. Instead, you keep pointing the finger and playing the blame game. You know you did the NECESSARY THINGS wind up on front row, so don’t give me any of that namby-pamby, crybaby BULLSHIT!Now…..

LET’S HAVE A SONG!!!!!!!!

Dance

Watch it all the way through, totally worth it.

My Forbidden Diary (Day 3)

Little Fat Fucker woke me up early this morning. The sun wasn’t even up yet and the jerk was screaming at me to get the hell out of my bedroll. He kept hollering at me until I managed to get dressed and pack up my roll. This wasn’t fast enough for him and he dumped all my gear and clothes onto the ground. To piss me off even more he kicked my stuff all over the place.

Instead of packing it up in under 3 minutes or less I sat down on one of the rocks and told Little Fat Fucker to go fuck himself. He started screaming and yelling some more. Oh god.. i wanted to kick him in the face so damn much. I almost did but out of the corner of my eye I could see Rancid Cocksucker sort of hovering in the background. Rather than pack up my gear I just sat there on that rock and ignored all the yelling and screaming.

It wasn’t to long before Little Fat fucker grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off the rock. he started screaming that no damn kid was going to sit on one of his rocks and refuse. I sat down on my sleeping bag instead. Rancid Cocksucker ran over and pulled it out from under me. With these to people hovering over me it didn’t take a lot for me to figure out they were trying to get me angry.

It worked to.

My Forbidden Diary (Day 2)

Little Fat Fucker dumped a glass of water on my face when i didn’t wake up fast enough to suit him. The man truly is a repulsive piece of humanity. He is a farting, burping, sweating asshole who has a body odor that makes me sick to my stomach. Once I was up and on my feet little fat fucker gave me one of those small boxes of cereal, a banana, and a pint of milk for my breakfast. After eating he took me to another building where I was issued my trail gear.

When little fat fucker said gear I thought i was going to be getting a pack with some decent clothing. What I got instead was a second pair of clothes, a warm jacket, thermals, a spoon, tin cup, sleeping bag, and a ground cloth. My food came next and again my expectations were proven to be reaching far to high. Rather than actual dehydrated meals I was given lentils, oatmeal, and a few other odds and ends. All of this was rolled up into the ground cloth and tied up with the seat belt strap.

Giant Squirrel!!