Thursday, June 28, 2012
Daily Strength Part Deux
To the members of Daily Strength, I AM claiming my mother is a genocidal dictator.
Good folk of christian nations are unable to conceive of a specimen like her.
Not a "mother" that flies in the face of their Christian teachings.
"Mother" will never be the female equivalent of sperm donor. They will never drop the projection of their own morals onto others. Especially not when it comes to the mothering instinct.
In their world, when a mother is shown that whoring and killing is not the order of the day, a light bulb appears over the head of the lunatic, and it's time to break for lunch.
Unless your story has been made into an Oprah afternoon special, people like me do not exist.
Not in real life.
I am Bigfoot to them.
There are no neighbor's or friend's that are living in a house like the one I speak of.
People like me are Eskimo's living above the arctic circle, or have vans full of social workers headed their way.
This is America.
I will sleep well tonight because I just know that for those poor kids........Help is on the way.
It's all about "them", and "those people."
Who ever gets left behind should bootstrap it to the same socio-economic level as they enjoy.
And people like me should thank god for presenting me with the unique challenge that other kids didn't get.
Like overcoming the challenge of having a fucking totally insane person for a mother, a person that should have been sent to prison and never been seen or heard from again, would be one of those challenges that god's puts before us to prompt us to rise to the occasion.
That's easy to say bitch.
Munching little bits of toasty wost and jammy squirts, all waiting to viddy the next c-span ultra violence wrapped in your blanketed snoggy wog and comfort of your home.
It's the human detritus hour and Oprah never disappoints!
My mother did what she wanted to do because she wanted to do it.
I have lived with it since the day I was born.
And I will live it long after she is gone.