Becky brings a whimsical, playful charm to Nanno that makes her feel more relatable to me. No offense to the original GFN, but Becky’s version feels much more layered…playful, funny, charming and a little bit psychotic. What I love most is that she gives people multiple chances to redeem themselves, before exposing their depravity. Unfortunately, they rarely take them. Becky’s Nanno is brilliant, and keeps me completely captivated.❤️😈
#เด็กใหม่TheResetEP2
@netflix In this new version of *Girl From Nowhere: The Reset*, there are several elements that set it apart from—and make it unique compared to—the original series. Becky Armstrong's portrayal of Nanno is steering the show in an entirely new direction.
@Maggie_Does@MrsNickyClark Maybe she wouldn’t, but time heals a lot of things and I feel that if any of them genuinely wanted to mend fences with her she would be the bigger person, but I bet she wouldn’t do it twice.🤣
I used to label myself a liberal my entire life, but to me the far left have literally become the Nazis. They want to silence and oppress any and every one that doesn’t 💯 parrot their views. Being a liberal used to mean something totally different. Liberals just wanted equality, they wanted everyone to be able to live the American dream. Now, they are disgraceful. America was NEVER meant to be a two party nation. The left and right have no one to keep them in check. The country has gone crazy.
On the sixteenth of December 1960 a twelve-year-old boy was put on a table in a San Jose hospital, given electric shocks until he was unconscious, and had an ice pick hammered through the thin bone above each eye and swept from side to side through the front of his brain, because his stepmother had told the doctor he was defiant. The doctor's fee was two hundred dollars.
Howard Dully was a big, clumsy, daydreaming boy whose mother had died when he was five, and his father had married a woman called Lou who could not stand him. She took him to six psychiatrists. All six told her the problem was not the boy. The seventh was Walter Freeman, who had performed more lobotomies than any man alive, who drove between state hospitals in a van he called the lobotomobile doing them by the dozen in an afternoon, with no gloves and no surgical training, and who had once done twenty-five in a day. Freeman's notes on Howard, which Howard did not read for forty-four years, record the symptoms. He objects to going to bed. He turns the lights on when there is broad daylight. He does not react to love or to punishment. He has a savage streak. On that evidence, and Lou's signature, and two hundred dollars, Freeman wrote that the boy would benefit from a transorbital lobotomy and did it four days later.
Howard remembers the table. He remembers waking with two black eyes and a fever and no idea what had been done to him, because nobody told him, then or ever. His father never spoke of it. Lou put him into a state institution the following year, and the boy with the holes in his brain spent the next forty years in and out of asylums, juvenile halls, a jail, halfway houses and the street, drinking, drifting, never quite able to say why he was the way he was, with a photograph that existed somewhere of a doctor in a suit standing over a child with a steel spike in each eye socket.
At fifty-six, driving a school bus, he went to find out. He found his file in Freeman's archive at a university in Washington, in the doctor's own handwriting, and read for the first time what his stepmother had said and what the doctor had agreed to. He went to see his father, who was eighty, and asked him why he had let it happen, and his father said he had been bullied into it. Howard told the story on the radio in 2005 and five million people listened to a man weep over a piece of paper.
Walter Freeman was not a quack. He was a professor of neurology, the man who had brought the lobotomy to America, and the operation had won its inventor the Nobel Prize for Medicine in 1949. The journals published him. The hospitals booked him. The newspapers called it a miracle. He did it to three and a half thousand people, nineteen of them children, and he kept doing it until 1967, when a patient died on the table and the hospital took his privileges away, and he spent his last years driving the country in the van looking up his old patients to prove it had worked.
That is what settled science looked like from inside, to a twelve-year-old. A mother's complaint, an expert's confidence, a procedure with a prize behind it, two hundred dollars, and a lifetime nobody could give back.
The same institutions now tell you what your child should eat, in the same voice, with the same certainty, and the leaflet has a logo on it. Howard Dully is in his seventies and still cannot say what was taken. Nobody ever apologised.
EMMA WATSON AND THE NARCISSISTIC ABUSE OF THE TOXIC SOCIAL JUSTICE WARRIORS.
They discard and then they make themselves the victim, and eventually
come back for an image rebrand enlightened. Absolutely not.
I’d honestly love to know JK’s take on that podcast…also I failed to say what a fantastic job you did conveying your thoughts and beliefs on the matter. I genuinely hate that so many people have lost the ability to have difficult conversations, allow grace, and still be able to be respectful, and accountable as you so eloquently stated. I wish more people held your convictions. The death of dialogue is killing humanity.
So where was her willingness to hold space for dialogue back when they were literally trying to burn JK at the stake? I once really admired Emma, but she bought in to the hive mind cancel culture and now it appears to be coming full circle. I honestly believe JK would be the bigger person and leave a seat for her at the table if she genuinely did want to have that long overdue conversation.
I like Emma, and I feel sorry that she became one with the hive mentality. If she genuinely wanted a dialog to happen I’m 💯 sure JK’s door would be open, but she doesn’t want an actual conversation bc then all the psychos would turn on her, and be threatening her life. She’s using JK as a shield and it’s shameful. I thought better of you Emma.
@salltweets The fallback, which I’ve already heard several times, will be, ‘I didn’t disagree, I just didn’t like the way you were saying it.’ This, from men who publicly supported a movement threatening women with job loss, violence, rape and death for daring to defend their rights.