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I always see anime and manga getting stereotyped outside Japan. In any Western fiction, anime is always stereotyped to gross levels, in which ignorance is clearly displayed. Even the how to draw books on anime and manga always feature second-rate illustrations or worse, and feature highly stereotypical depictions. Why is this?

I received check for over $2,000 to be deposited to my bank account via atm. I saw another question that made it apparent that it was the same scam. The scam requires you to be an undercover customer service evaluator. In line with the new ‘working from home’ deals offered on the internet on how to make money by being a ‘secret shopper’ or by filling out surveys. I’m sure there are people that have been duped by this offer because there are ‘legit’ surveys and online income-making opportunities. I would for once like to see the little guy get some justice. Any possibilities regarding this endeavor?

Approximately six years later, on February 28, 1994, Dr. Baruch Goldstein woke up early in Kiryat Arba, an Israeli settlement on the West Bank near the ancient Jewish town and contemporary Palestinian Arab city of Hebron. Goldstein was an American Jewish immigrant to Israel also affiliated to Meir Kahane’s organization. The previous day he had meticulously updated his patients’ files and composed a farewell note to his coworkers thanking them for the opportunity to work with them toward the fulfillment of the “complete redemption.” He donned his army uniform, picked up his assault rifle and several clips of ammunition, and went to the Tomb of the Patriarchs in the center of Hebron, where Abraham (Ibrahim to Muslims) is believed buried.
With a marksman’s headset protecting his ears Goldstein brushed aside the unarmed Arab guard and entered the portion of the site reserved as a mosque. The room was packed with Muslims reciting their prayers for the holy month of Ramadan. Goldstein pointed his gun and began killing the kneeling men and boys. When his gun jammed he was beaten to death by desperate survivors, but not before he had shot twenty-nine people to death, wounded dozens more, and unleashed a torrent of violence that seriously jeopardized the budding peace process.

No Order!!!!
1)Jesus Walks-Kanye West
2)KickPush-Lupe Fiasco
3)Dancing in the Rain-Blu and Exile
4)Cream-Wu Tang
5)BIBLE-GZA ft Killa priest
6)The People-Common
7)Dead Presidents-Jay Z
8)Nuthing but a G thang-Dr Dre
9)D’evils-Jay Z
10)Today was a Good Day-Ice Cube
11)Good ol love-Masta Ace
12)Scottie Pippen-Curren$y
13)Still D.R.E-Dr Dre
14)Don’t Like-Chief Keef
15)Get By-Talib Kweli
BQ:top 5 from that list

They are 2 of my fave rap songs, they just stand out and sound ‘different’ if you know what I mean?
Like a strange niche in the genre, anyone know what I’m on about?

Can you please read my personal statement and give me any feedback or edits if necessary.
I was going to pick this topic (“being different”) or traveling into the West Bank in Israel on vacation and being afraid at first because of all the tension, but rather realizing it was safe. From that trip, I am not afraid to try something new or step out of my comfort zone.
SO HERE IT IS:
As a child, I was what one could call different. A self-proclaimed eccentric, although my young vocabulary usually grasped for words such as ‘weirdo’, my abnormal tendencies surfaced in everything I did. While most prepubescent boys were outside playing tee-ball or cruising on the latest Razor scooter, I was inside, at my own will, completing an intricately designed puzzle or perhaps learning Morse code.
It’s not that I unskilled in these mainstream activities, although my seven year record with the local little league proves otherwise. I just rather (alternatively) took interest in more logical, stimulating pursuits.
I was never one for a simple game of Candy Land or Go Fish. Instead, I reveled in beating my wordsmith of a grandfather in a game of Scrabble or refreshing my Trivial Pursuit knowledge with any unfortunate soul willing enough to quiz me. And when common board games just weren’t satisfactory for my six year old mind, I often created my own games, laying out a series of playing cards, and somehow amusing myself until mother called bedtime.
Yet being different exceeded far beyond my time consumers. When everyone’s favorite color was blue, I wasn’t afraid to say that mine was purple or pink. And when everyone was lugging around Power Ranger lunch boxes, I sported the classic and refined Barney.
But I didn’t decide to be different just to be quarrelsome or a nonconformist. In fact, I didn’t decide at all. It was just my God-given nature. Even to this day I’d much rather sit down on a lawn chair with a compelling murder mystery than mindlessly flip through the pages of a teenybopper magazine or, dare I say it, Twilight.
Of course there were times when I wanted to give up my peculiarity. It seemed that as I was getting older, being different was becoming more of a burden than an admirable uniqueness. Coping with the emotional, unnecessary drama of my preteen years, I wanted to be a part of some clique – not just reside in my own, gawky niche generally overlooked by the middle school socialites. It didn’t take me long (however) to realize I was no prep, no punk, and definitely no jock, no matter how hard I tried. As much as I wanted a label, none fit.
Suddenly, describing myself as different was no longer a hateful characterization nor a showcase of my individuality. Being different was, well, just being Jeremy.
Coming to this realization led me to become, what I believe to be, the confident and candid young man that I am today. Not afraid to speak my most always opinionated mind, I can stand strong in saying ‘Yes, I am unique, odd, strange, peculiar, and different. And I couldn’t be prouder.’