It’s been a few weeks since my last blog so I thought I would put down another one of my favorite entries from the old journal. This is is great because the truth is It is hard to believe you can find people like this in the world… The proof is in the pictures though.
Originally posted on December 7, 2002
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, with out a doubt, hands down, a great holiday! Believe it or not, I’m very close with my family and Thanksgiving is good time to sit around drinking, eating, talking about old times, watching football and sleeping. It’s where dysfunction can come together for one day without any pressure. Though what I’m finding out is that not everyone around me has those same feelings about this holiday. In fact I’ll go as far as saying that it could be one of those days where it just dredges up old memories of how life used to be and I’m pretty sure that anything you need to dredge up can never be good.
I first must give you some history before I just drop you into what you are about to read down below. I have a close friend, which I will leave nameless out of respect. He grew up in one of those families that played off like they were as normal as normal can be. The people around them probably thought so too because this was one of those families that had parents that were great at hiding their dirty little secrets. I’m talking about a regular Mr. and Mrs. Houdini. Maybe the people around them did know, and whispered to each other how horrible it was and said things like, “Those poor kids.” The problem is if they did do that, those whispers were never loud enough to make changes. And this all took place in a small town where whispers are shared faster then spit on the passing of a crack pipe. It’s too bad that no body had the nuts to call them on it. Some dirty secrets need to be exposed for the sake of well being.
“Nameless” had a step mother who he affectionately called his step monster. This woman was insane and gave him his fair share of mental and physical abuse. Amazingly, he grew up well adjusted. As soon as he was able, my friend moved on, never to speak with his dirty little secret again. As far as I am concerned she was let off easy. This woman is so fucked in the head that whatever is haunting her inside her soul is probably fulfilling her sentence out just fine. A lifetime of unpractical thought is justice in my book. Unfortunately, anyone who has the luck of coming across her has to take on the burden of her sentence too. I’m thinking it’s worth the sacrifice. After you read the card below, you’ll feel the same way as I do.
Up until just recently she had no idea where “Nameless” lived, but as luck would have it, she found him and felt it necessary to send him a Thanksgiving card. Wow, maybe her heart is in the right place after all. We shall see. Read for yourself.
First, let’s just start with the obvious. When you send a thanksgiving card to someone, you don’t start telling them what THEY should be thankful for. That’s not how it works you dumb fucking waste of meat. And in his case, I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s thankful for and sending this card just solidifies how thankful he really is. And from what I gather by her tone here, she doesn’t sound as if she was thankful at all for the children in her life. It sounds like to me if she had the chance she would have performed the abortion herself.
I have to tell you though; it’s been a long time since I’ve read anything so whacked out. I like how she uses the word “allowed”. He and his children should be grateful they’ve been allowed to live. As if to say, every woman tosses the thought of abortion around with a flip of the coin. “Tails, you loose. Now I’ve got to suck your new born’s head off with a vacuum twenty-seven times stronger then the Oreck. It’s a good thing too for the Supreme Court ruling or I’d have to step into a back-ally and jam this hanger into your kids soft spot in the same way I poked my fork into my over medium egg… watching the golden yoke seep out slowly like the sweet prize it is.” (I hear if you mix fetus juice with hash browns it’ taste really good.)
The U.S. Supreme Court legalized abortion in 1973 and we all should be thankful for them doing so. Now mothers who have a crooked thought don’t have to pretend to fall down the stairs anymore when they realize bringing up a child takes a soul… Then we don’t have to read about them later placing their children’s face on a stove burner all because they were caught singing Puff the magic dragon too loudly. I bet my friend would have given anything to be Little Jackie paper in a land called Honalee. Be very thankful… applaud such a movement on the Supreme Court to foresee it being a viable option to killing. Yes, abortion isn’t pretty, but it beats robbing those children of their life years later when mothers are surprised in realizing they lack the skills to being a parent, “selflessness” It spares us of having to read headlines like, “Texas Mother drowns her five children.”
It doesn’t shock me at all that this nut-fuck of a lady would rather read about Andrea Pia Yates who drowned her two oldest children, Noah, 7, and John, 5, Mary, of 6 months and Paul, 3, and Luke, 2. (All biblical names I thought to note. And Yates performed such a holy act too… Weird) Yes, I can see where people would think this was a more humane way to go. I think being just old enough to understand mommy is doing something very naughty is a much sweeter way out then the unknowing fetus being ripped apart before it has time to develop limbs to fight back. At least with the abortion we don’t have to hear the screams for mercy from five innocent children who can’t figure out what they did wrong to be punished like that.
I’ll tell you what I’m unthankful for. I’m unthankful that the Supreme Court didn’t act on this before 1973. If they had then maybe the mother of this mouth-whore who sent this card would have had another option besides spiting out thisl ady out… this… “God’s dirty little secret.” It’s never too late to bring justice to this matter though. All this black eye would have to do is find the courage to take herself to a back-ally and continually jab her skull with a wire hanger until death. Then we all can send Thanksgiving cards to her funeral.
Truthfully, I will not be really thankful until the Supreme Court passes a law forcing women like this into having abortions so we don’t end up with trailers full of unwanted and traumatized children. Those children can just wait for a mother to come along who knows how to love. I know they’re out there. I’ve met them.
and mostly everyone.
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