I've always felt this way, but have never found the person to take it out on. I tried to provide the actual newspaper article from the Cumberland Times, but it was not available on the web, so I can't reference it. The article is concerning the new governor of Alaska who is named "Sean." He discusses oil and polar bears and basically says: "Fuck the polar bears." People really are letting him get away with social rape. In the article he seems to be both ignorant and without remorse in being in charge of oil repression. I'm really not surprised with the lack of remorse and abundance of hate. I kind of expected it.
Ok, ok. He says he doesn't care about polar bears being effected by oil. You know what Sid? I could care less that you use my bipolarness against me. You may convince the crowd that I'm delusional, babbling without sense, and out of my mind, but I'm not bought on your cancer. It doesn't steal the confidence I have in myself as a person, or when it comes to me making my judgement. So, take your arrogance and shove it up your ass.
Go ahead with your fucked up, rapist sim world and foodstamp and socially rape me all you want to, you will never get my respect. I will go head to head with you either til death or I am financially able to escape from this hell hole of a town. Oh, and another thing, if you're going to foodstamp me, I'll help you in being a little more competent in foodstamping, and code talking my name as "Lindy." As in Lindy England. Ok, it is not exactly competent. I don't force you to masterbate in front of me. You socially masterbate on your own in believing that there is respect or a mutual conversation going on. It's really more rape on your behalf because I really can't control you, but its still social masterbation in my eyes. I hate the system. I hate the commune. I hate its rape and I'm not one with it. I will not respond to or tolerate the abuse.
You may have the power to repress me. You may have the popularity and the money, but you don't have my respect.
My catty positions of authority may have pissed people off. I wasn't the one to make the decision to be pimped there. I never made that choice to be foodstamped or put cattily into fame. My will was taken from me and still is. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? Unlike you, I never got there by corruption, bullshitting, abuse of all sorts, and especially robbing someone of their human rights.
I've always been a strong advocate of human rights.
I can't figure out what is worse when I get in my socially raped positions: allowing people to repress and torture me, or showing my anger so I can get robbed of my drops of oil that will probably be sold into entertainment. I fucking hate you to the core. This isn't a ballgame, this is life or death.
In conclusion. I am going to keep feeding my dream of fighting human trafficking and promoting human rights and I hope it gets so big that it crushes you. And no, this is not my bipolarness speaking. This is my sincerity to the core. My mind isn't changed. I have to have my own way or no way. Even if I never get my way, I will keep standing for myself, and if I have to be in isolation and never find any friends, so be it.
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