March 21, 2014

In Keeping With My Total Disregard For Offending The Human Race.....

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I saw this on facebook the other day



Good for you. I think that's fantastic. No really. That you can somehow emerge from childhood having been taught that hitting a child instills anything other than fear, utter disgust, and absolutely nonexistent respect for any human being who uses physical violence as a means of controlling their children. That "respect for others" you speak of? It's not respect. It is a few things, but not respect, at least not by the definition you are implying.

It is fear. 
It is hatred of confrontation. 
It is an inability to stand up for one's self out of disdain for drama and outbursts. 

It is respect alright. It's respect for your own personal space and the rabid desire to keep it free from those who would do you harm. 

I was spanked as a child. 

I now suffer from a psychological condition known as "You fucking lay a goddamned hand on me you stupid cunt and I will fucking scalp you, shove a pole up your ass, and leave you for the vultures to fight over. Don't fucking touch me. Don't fucking raise your voice in my direction. And don't you dare think that your physical power over me even comes within whispering distance of the realm of respect. 



I do not spank my children. And if they have no respect for you, it simply means you haven't fucking earned it. 

Now go suck on a pole, asshole.
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March 10, 2014

My Friend

I'm sure if you've read my blog long enough, you know all about the story of my friend. If not, you can catch up

Here- It Started With A Blog

And here - It Started With A Blog- Part Next

This isn't going to be a long post because she doesn't like me bragging about her too much, and she still prefers to stay anonymous. But I have to say a few things.

She's been living with me for over a year now. A year and a month to be exact, I think.

Before she left Assfuckistan, she taught herself graphic design and started her own business.

In the year she has lived with me, she has grown her business to the point where her paycheck is now bigger than mine.

She's probably one of the most amazing human beings I have ever had the privilege to know.

While being as vague as possible, her husband is a hop, skip, and a jump away from getting on a plane to join her here.

Yesterday, she bought a car.

Today, she got her driver's license.

Right now, she's at Wal-Mart doing my grocery shopping.

And aside from the fact that she actually likes Duck Dynasty, I have never been more proud to call anyone my friend than I am of her.

I love you, girl.

Rock on.