That’s right we have evil men here right here this very moment. They are here to question my authority. Question my sincerity. They all ask themselves, ‘why does he get to say the things he says?’’
Tell them, ‘Because he wants to!’
That’s right bitches I want to, I do the bible research, I chose to go out and open my life and my heart in front of God and everyone.
Now you may not like some of what I have to say.
And some may not like any of what I have to say.
But damn it I have it to say!
I want to say it!
And I will not hold back because some hypersensitive Pee See whiner is going to complain.
We have been driven into a position of caring too much about how something is being said instead of what is being said.
Some things can not be prettied up. They are ugly, offensive, and not nice.
But they are the truths none the less.
If you do not like what is being said then do not listen. Make an argument against what is said. But DO NOT THINK THAT YOU CAN SHUT ME UP WITH A, “My feelings are hurt by what you said.”
Do you think that anybody cared about my feelings when my step father beat me.
Do you think that my mother mad him stop when he was caught with his pants down?
Do you think anybody cared when I ran away.
Where were the fucking whiners when the pot growing hippy in the commune started to do the same things my step father did? I DO NOT THINK THAT WAS WHAT WAS MEANT WHEN THEY TALK ABOUT THE DECADE OF FUCKING LOVE!
And where was the caring and sharing love we all must have when that fat fucker in San Francisco said he had a place for me, and turned out to be a place for those that chose to walk the street for him. Yeah the only fuckers that cared about the feelings of a 14year old boy were the salesman too fucking weak to admit they were gay and hated themselves for it too. The only feelings they wanted to take care of, was to create my own self loathing and beat me for their own fucking weakness.
Fuck them all and fuck you all with your whiner fucking ‘oh poor me and my sensibilities.’ You do not like what is said move the fuck on and fuck yourself while you’re at it!
I have learned long ago. They will not change the rules for you. They will change them for themselves. But they do not care about you. These whiners, these censors, these pussies, they do not care about my anger, they do not care about why I am angry, they only care about themselves and how they fucking feel.
If your fucking feelings are hurt and you have the right to bitch then I have the right to say what I want. You have the ability to move on. You have the ability to change how you feel. I fucking did.
So your feelings are hurt.
What about my childhood. My childhood hurts you gonna fix that?? Yeah I fucking thought so.
You know what? You all with your ‘everybody needs to be included and nobody should be offended’ attitude is way outta control. You want to muzzle my feelings and suppress my hurt for the good of yourself?
Come get some bitch. I will show you how to make your bones. And get even with your step father at the same time.
I will look into your pussy eyes and see you hurt and I promise it will not be nearly the same as mine every god damn day.
Every god damn fucking day.
Every fucking day the alarm clock wakes me up and the pain of my life comes crashing in on me. The thought that today I have to get up and chase that goddamn dollar again and there are literally hundreds of thousands of fuckwads that want to separate me from my money.
I get no reward from turning my life around.
I get no relief from the pain and guilt of my life.
I get no break from the race I am in.
I get e-mails from fucking whinny ass strangers who say that I can not say what I have to say.
You know what? You do what I have done in my life and say that you can tell me that.
You suck for a buck and then see how normal your fucking rants are.
You find a way out of the hell you are in at 15 with no fucking tools and make it to where I am today and then tell me what to fucking say and what to fucking do.
I may not be any place that is all that great but compared to where I was and what I have done with the shit that was handed to me I have done pretty fucking good for myself
You do what I have done start to finish and then you can even think that you can talk to me.
Cause right now you are just fucking noise.
Buzz buzz buzz. What an annoying fucking sound and what annoying fucking sound you make when you want to talk about somebody else to me. Fuck off
Eat shit and fucking die you god damn whiny little school girl.
Go make your bones, go make a life outta shit go fuck off.
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