My neighborhood …

So there are darker coloured people than me assumingly that dislike me in my neighbourhood … But I am a Dalit of the Dalits born in Oshawa?

Isn’t everyone here, before Columbus came, Iroquois?

Aren’t people here to become Iroquois then ultimately Mexican?

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So some neighbours hate my guts because I did not sell them the right stir-fry. I worked so hard for about 7 years now because I felt ashamed of being not having a ‘culture of science’ in medical care nursing in 2020 so I built my own things.

Sorry for the trouble neighbours for trying to build ‘self-esteem’ first, then to serve wiping snot and big cracks as a practical nurse.

Well to some neighbours, it looks like I gave some one the wrong order, some had chicken and some had the pork. My fault for choosing my birth race and colour. Sorry.

I should only serve chicken because that is what my people deserve and chicken is safe for everyone.

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According to others, as a medical professional like a practical nurse (because I want at least a pension and full life), I should have no merit before hand or accolades to me or my nationality or race.

So I study medicine for about 10 years fresh off the shark bitten boat (4 year general degree + 2 – 5 year more) and come out prideful knowledgeable with practical experience wiping snot with my left hand, wiping ass with my right hand, giving out correct medications to your lovely saintly great grandmother at 121 years old with 36 great grandchildren and 3 more on the way.

Practical nurses from Vietnam according to others should come from mud huts, eat raw bamboo and be (smart race/stupid race) … Choose one … in medical care?

Is medicine just handing out exercise regiments to your favorite boxing-martial arts group workout series, 8 – 10 cups of water a day, and coloured, different shaped candy right?