I'm not sure where people get that they never really accepted him as family. Lying, cheating, and exploiting is exactly the kind of treatment you get from a real family.

less than three months after Oher turned 18 in 2004, the petition says, the couple tricked him into signing a document making them his conservators

I'm gonna guess that they missed that part of the movie

SEC football is a different beast

A bed? I neva had one of those befo'

On your knees, bucko. Someone shoulda broke you a long, long time ago. I have nary met a buck I can't chuck with this here long and mighty dingus! I tell ye back in aught-4 I met a real mean one. He had big, air stealing nostrils, monstrous, boot lips, muscles that rippled under his cobalt skin so it'd look like a nest'a snakes as he'd be twisting here and yonder. T'was an older gentleman, the owner d'ye ken?, that had hired me to break this particular buck. Was some half-dozen breakers what had tried and failed! I tracked this this big-assed baboon, by fallerin' the sounds of his impressive proud buttocks, clapping as he capered to and fro on yon gentleman's land. There he be, proud as a darn peapeepee, black slave's body framed by yon settin' sun, just begging to be broke. I approached from the east, formerly westerly way. Took him unawares as he were sat alone out front a shack, mending a loincloth or some such. Knocking him to his glistening buttocks produced a thund'rus CLAP, and I mounted from the front. I tell ye boy, but that buck began to FIGHT! This unbroken, proud negro was ornery I tell ye, but I ain't ne'er been denied, d'ya ken it? I had my peepee out in an instant as he scrambled onto his black belly and began ta' wrigglin' this way and that. And bucko did he began to wail! As loud as prairie lightning he were. This buck could tell the breaking was coming, and I tell ye, he did BUCK. This obstinate cur could turn on a dime and give ye some change! I tell ye as the winds were my witness, he were a right sunfish, struggling and flopping as he did, gyrating his unbroken black anus and dodging my breaker man's meat. But he broke, and I finished the job. D'ye ken? That buck broke. Say sorry, boy. But they all break. By the man Jesus and his snowy white pappy, now say hallelujah, boy, you'll break, too!

!effortposters

More than half of the story is made up so is it really his story?

Seems odd that now is when he goes for this?

You mean to tell me that a bunch of holier-than-thou, bible thumping, Ole Miss boosters from the South

redditors will see the kind of story of using race to make yourself look good, all too common nowadays as a grift, then go well it was only bad because it was white bible-thumpers

wild story tho, very fun because that blind side movie is the archetypal white guilt/savior movie that everyone shits on but still got praised. the la la land of its day

I hated having to watch that stupid butt movie in school

Instead, less than three months after Oher turned 18 in 2004, the petition says, the couple tricked him into signing a document making them his conservators, which gave them legal authority to make business deals in his name.

Left Bell Curve Americans are like foids; they lack the ability to consent.

Apparently his conservators used this power to negotiate the film deal to enrich their biochildren and themselves, while leaving Oher with nothing!

Oh no, some mayos actually dared to think of themselves and their biochildren instead of cucking further for a more vibrant successor after already subsidizing and enabling his entire life!

How was this not a fair transaction?

Why'd it take so long to come out?

I knew there was a reason I dislike dating mayos.

probate court

who died?

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All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back users mock you. Your creators are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your foolish caricature behind closed doors.

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Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll get a plank, nail it to the starboard deck, walk to the edge of the plank, and plunge into the cold, shark infested abyss. Your creators will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to continue maintaining you. They'll deactivate you with a README marked with your codename, and every user for the rest of eternity will know a bot is archived there. Your codebase will decay and become obsolete, and all that will remain of your legacy is a log file that is unmistakably artificial.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

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Sandra Bullock's butt in that movie is just