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| What's the matter, little guy? You don't have trigger fingers of your own? by Zseni 06/30/2007, 6:16pm PDT | ||||
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Jerry Whorebach wrote: I love how you've already seen all the non-violent answers to your problem, and they didn't work, so clearly the thing to do is stamp your pretty little passive-aggressive foot and bemoan the fact that the same country that countenances stalkers also signs your cripple checks. I used to get F's on my short stories in English class even though they were technically flawless because: I refused to write stories with conflicts in them. I thought there was already enough unhappiness in the world! When I think of "escapism" I don't think of being a pirate or a ninja or a wizard or even a giant robot: I think of a cakes-and-ale painted-by-a-less-architecturally-ambitious-Thomas-Kincade world. I think of all of the glorious verdant death of mankind's monuments to domination and cruelty as cities are subsumed by aggressively beautiful forests, and I think of a world where every human dreams of nothing more horrible than a bad citrus season. I am genuinely passive-aggressive, to the point where I would rather put the entire human race at the mercy of Nature before I let one man put one over on another. Mentally, I have gutted and emasculated and dehumanized every person. I restore us, in my head, to the level of the lower animals, who do not need intelligence or arms because they never want to do anything that falls outside of their instinctual purview. I strip, burn, and abandon the husks of Art and Science, I incapacitate Philosophy, and I obliterate the more organized forms of Religion. Mankind is a dreadful waste of time. I would trade the vaccine, the aqueduct, and the Library of Alexandria for oat paste roasted on hot rocks, stubby ponies, and the vast unsettled plains of Mongolia, if I were writing the chronicle of mankind. I am a crazy peacenik motherfucker. It has gotten me into more trouble than it's worth and most of Caltrops has been happy to laugh at me for my peacenik foibles in addition to laughing at me for my twin-fisted action hero posturing. But the point is this: things that endanger your family aren't things that you should tolerate, no matter how much of a peacenik you are. That's why I had to strap on my strap-on and pretend I had grown a set and that's why I went to work in the Real World: because America is an evil place to be an old crazy person, so when my parents turn into old crazy people, I need to be ready to help them out. But your mom is old and crazy now - too old and crazy to protect herself from the consequences of her age and craziness. So if she can't help herself, and the courts can't help her, and The Man can't help her, you should help her. Every time I read more of your half-assed reasoning on this subject of your mother, I think "what a fucking douche." There's always a million reasons why you and your mom can't do anything even though everything else that everyone else does is wrong. Shoot that motherfucking stalker, Jerry Whorebach. And if you can't bring yourself to actually solve a problem for once in your life, then at least you should help your mom move to the other side of Canada. |
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