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The Art of Yeee-haw

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  The Art of Yeee-haw Goddamn, let's do a tune called "Hanson Hide," okay?   Goddamn tape's rollin', let's go!   Let's round 'em up!   One, two, three, four! Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Keep them Asians movin', movin', movin'   Though they're workin', never complainin'   Don't try to tell me they're not floodin'   We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, burqa in your face!   Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, cover up the race!   Hanson hide, yeee-haw! Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Rollin', rollin', rollin'   Keep them Africans out, out, out   They bring disease, that's what she shouts   No refugees, no black South, no doubt   We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED! Yippee-yi-yay, chain-link and hate!   Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, keep Australia white!   Hanson hide, yeee-haw! No good Muslims!...
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Sad Sad Songs

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Questions


  • Are your dream realistic?
  • When do you move on?
  • What do you have that you need to let go?
  • How do you give up riding a dead horse?
  • How do you replace a failure with a new dream?
  • Should you disengage because of difficulty?
  • How do you create a brighter future when the present is dark?

Statements


  • Finding it difficult in deciding how to move past an issue.
  • Only remembering emotionally stimulated events and not day by day activity.
  • It is a challenge to keep up and move with change.

Emotional Intelligence

  • recognize your own emotions and how they affect your thoughts and behavior, know your strengths and weaknesses, and have self-confidence.
  • You’re able to control impulsive feelings and behaviors, manage your emotions in healthy ways, take initiative, follow through on commitments, and adapt to changing circumstances.
  • You can understand the emotions, needs, and concerns of other people, pick up on emotional cues, feel comfortable socially, and recognize the power dynamics in a group or organization.
  • You know how to develop and maintain good relationships, communicate clearly, inspire and influence others, work well in a team, and manage conflict. 


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