This bit is inspired by the comment thread on Caliban's Sister's blog that you can see here.
For those of you who know some of my history, I do hate to bore you. But for those just tuning in let me
give a brief synopsis.
I won't go down the list. It's a list that you guys have lived and know all too well.
Here is how this relates to C'sis's post.
I went from zero to the age of 51 and outside of flipping her off when I was 9 and her seeing it when I thought she wasn't looking, I never even raised my voice to that bitch.
I never blamed.
I never complained.
What ever path of least resistance I could find to bathe in denial, rather than to accept the fact that my mother is the WORST kind of lying cunt, I found it and I took it.
Don't get me wrong. I knew she was a faithless whore.
Like Chamberlain appeasing Hitler.
You just let it go thinking this time she'll finally be done.
And like appeasing Hitler, this made war that much more inevitable because it made Hitler think he could get away with anything.
That was my mother's life with me and with my family.
A lot of the stuff I sent has all ready been posted on my blog.
But my mother was bound and determined to make me a pariah to the world, so I decided to throw her some of what she has given us back to her.
You know what they say about people in glass house's throwing stones?
I informed every cuckolded husband of her fuck around friend's just what their wives were doing while they were out of town hunting.
I sent copies of her newspaper clippings from her murder trial to all her neighbors and friends that think she is oh so delightful.
I hounded her left and right and I would do it all over again and I would do it if I was barricaded in my house with the swat team outside taking pot shots at me.
I was going to make it, if need be, my final act and purpose on earth to make her the same pariah among her buddies that she tried to make me to mine.
What kills me is she has sabotaged me all my life. With NO provocation. Nothing.
I was the dutiful son and southern boy that loved and respected his momma.
What I got in return was the smelly belching fog of her portraying me as shit on her shoe to people I loved and were a part of what I value in this life.
The law called me and I just didn't call them back. They could bust me or fuck the fuck off.
After that I limited my assault to just her and the guy that sired me.
Meaning not the chump who was coerced into signing my birth certificate and snuffed it out in the front yard.
I mean the guy who's sperm scored with my mothers evil eggs.
You guys want to know what happened?
Not a goddamn thing happened.
Not a goddamn mother fucking thing.
It was all true and no one wanted to remain close enough to that crazy fucking cow to get dragged down with her. All the cheating wife friends of hers lost her number.
Take that you surly bitch.
I photo shopped a bunch of German Shepard's onto a picture of her. Like they were mounting her and sniffing around waiting their turn.
I put this caption under it and I sent it to her.
"Some one get a broom and a bucket of ice water. Barbara's in heat again".
And I sent it to her.
That was 2.5 years ago.
I am still blogging away.
The moral to this story is that the truth will keep you free.
In civilized countries you cannot be taken to task for telling the truth.