Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Sky Is Perfect Blue

*Warning: If you find jokes about suicide or NSIL (or NSIL attempting suicide) to be tasteless or inappropriate, I would suggest you read no further.

Hey look! It's the male version of NSIL:


Courtesy of Barats and Bereta (whom I love and highly recommend to anyone who wants a laugh. Or, I don't know - some people may not find their humor funny, but I think it's fucking great)

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Always A Narcissist To Me

Is there anyone out there who doesn't love Billy Joel?

This song always made me wonder who was the narcissist that Billy knew.


Always A Woman
Billy Joel

She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe
And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me

[Chorus:]
Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

She will promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she's always a woman to me

[Chorus:]
Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool
But she can't be convicted
She's earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me

Your Ignorance

I'm not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.
- Jon Stewart

After an anonymous reader came on to my blog and attempted to reveal both mine and my husband's identities on December 4, 2012, some of you may have noticed that I temporarily took down a few of my posts: specifically the ones that contained a majority of NSIL's tweeting history. It just doesn't do to have words like "bully" and "mean" being lobbed at me by anon fucktards who clearly don't have an accurate grasp on the definition of such words. At that time, I decided to temporarily remove those posts in an effort to appease an individual with an obviously mutated set of beliefs about me, my husband, and my husband's fucked up FOO. I figure anon wanted to march in here with a set of brass balls while waving a tiny dick at me and issuing subtle threats about "telling on me" if I didn't make some changes around here. The thing is, I run a tight fucking ship around here. And I don't very much like people sneaking around smearing shit on the walls when they think I'm not looking.

When I have time, I will be revamping those posts in such a way that NSIL's precious fucking identity isn't so easily given away, even though, -ahem- she's out on the internet pimping herself out every day as we speak, in a very public way, where anyone who knows her fucking name can find her.

What I've got right here though, are all the tweets that I feel I have every right to re-post, since they specifically refer to my husband (and in one case, to both me and my husband). You see, by anon's logic, I've apparently made it very easy for people to find NSIL online. But here's the real fucking truth of the matter: If anyone finds my blog, it means they went out searching for it. They'd have had to do at least a little digging to do so, unless of course, someone else has already accomplished the job of hunting us down and simply sent them a link to it. And if anyone from my husband's past finds my blog then they'd have to already know me (and therefore already know NMIL and Co.) in order to make all these fucking links about identity. Furthermore, they'd all have to recognize themselves or NMIL and Co. in the shit I write about. Sure, all they had to do once they found my blog was do a search for some of the tweets I posted, and they'd find NSIL's twitter page but they also could have found her on their own simply by searching for her name on Google - they don't really need me for that.  Fact of the matter is, the only people who give a shit about NSIL's real identity are either A) People who already know her and wish to defend her right to live a pathetic life or B) People who would like to try and sabotage me because they have some sort of personal vendetta against my Truths already.

I think the aspect of anon's little diatribe that I found most funny was the claim that NSIL is just "troubled." Because what I know of NSIL speaks to a truth that isn't quite so fucking quaint. Painting NSIL as the "poor little troubled girl" doesn't speak to the truth of how she's behaved towards either me or my husband these past few years, nor does it hold much water when held up to the shit she tweets about.  What it effectively does is remove any and all responsibility from her shoulders. I found myself wondering, in the case that I turned anon on to NSIL's twitter account for the first time, did anon spend any fucking time actually reading it? Because if so, I'm not sure how anyone with two eyes and even half a brain could read through that shit and come away with the rather unspectacular conclusion that she's just a po' po' troubled girl. And if anon had known about NSIL's twitter account prior to stalking me down here, then it's no wonder to me why NSIL is going to drown in the puddle she's standing in: that girl has willingly surrounded herself by a bunch of fucking morons and bumble fucks who apparently can't see her at all.

Prior to J showing up on our porch last month, I had been warning DH for months if not years that this exact scenario would occur: NSIL - attempted suicide - people contacting DH - blaming him. I started telling DH that before she made her tweets public. Why? Because it was so fucking obvious that the only people who couldn't see it were the ones right next to her who are USING her for their own sick personal gain. But just for the record: even as a victim, I don't just see her as a poor, poor, pity-her troubled girl. Is she troubled? Sure. Is she delusional? Absolutely. Has she been abused by her NM? Definitely. Will she make it out of the dysfunction? Probably not. Is she turning into as good a manipulator as her mother? Yes. Is she cold and calculating? Certainly looks like it to me.

And if she can sit there and write the following in a very public place, under her real identity - thereby making it VERY easy for anyone who knows her to know exactly who the brother is that she's talking about - then I have no problem breaking the dysfunctional rules: 

March 7, 2011
NSIL: I miss my brother.#waitwhatbrother
Exhibit A: i miss him too. have you spoken to him recently?
NSIL: i literally havent talked to him in probably 6 months.


March 14, 2011
We are all starting to forget you were ever part of this family.


May 19, 2011
i miss my brother #randomtweet


June 22, 2011
Happy Birthday to a #nonexistent brother.


June 23, 2011
i want a new family.


July 14, 2011
You ruined this family


September 15, 2011
NSIL: our lives would be so different if you didnt walk out. #imissmybrother 
Exhibit A: i'm sorry. :( is there anything i can do love?
NSIL: aww thanks but no :( if he comes back we should all get tattoos! lol

November 25, 2011
and its times like these that i wish my brother was still around...

December 1, 2011
A brother is a friend God gave you; a friend is a brother your heart chose.

December 25, 2011
NSIL: all i fucking want is to talk to my brother on christmas
Exhibit A: I'm sorry love ): when did you last hear from him?
NSIL: a year and a half ago or more. they changed their phone mumbers.. it really sucks.
Exhibit A: omg!!!! What the fuckkkk ): I'm so sorry!!!
NSIL: hha its ok. yeah it does :( thanks though, love ya

February 19, 2012
All I want is for my brother to watch me play lacrosse before I graduate. #wishfulthinking

April 19, 2012
i would do anything to have my brother back

May 16, 2012
There's nothing I want more than to have my brother see me graduate.

May 22, 2012
I wish my brother was in my life

August 18, 2012
days like today I think of you #missmybrother

November 6, 2012
You're the only one that could somewhat understand this and make me feel slightly better right now but that won't happen.
 
November 23, 2012 7:50 PM
Communicating with my brother for the first time in 2 years...

November 27, 2012
It is so strange to me that my brother is literally a different person completely..and evil and insane and I will never talk to again.

It is a strange set of rules that NMIL follows; a set of rules that seem prevalent in only the most dysfunctional families. I'll give you an example of the kind of rules I'm talking about: How about the rule that says that members still entangled in the narcissist's great web of dysfunction can still willingly and without-empathy mount smear campaigns against the black sheep, but that the black sheep can not ever discuss his/her thoughts, feelings, or experiences? How about the rule that says that the only people who can break the rules are the ones who made them in the first place? How about the rule that says that anyone who speaks anything that doesn't paint the narcissist in only the most flattering of lights gets labeled "bully" or "liar" or "mean."

There are many things about my world that are different from the world my husband came from. Unlike his FOO, I don't put my shit on the internet in a public space and assume that I won't meet a dissenting of opinions. I don't expect that everyone will like what I have to say or that those who don't won't take it elsewhere to discuss it on their own time and in their own way. I have always known it was a possibility that DH's FOO would intentionally land here and I have, in many ways, already prepared for it. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I haven't said anything here that I either haven't already said to DH's FOO, or wouldn't have said if I had gotten the chance. And if now's my chance, than they can have at it. This is a public blog, in a public space, open to public opinion. And I am well-aware that the "public"includes DH's FOO. If they don't like it, they can see themselves right back out.

In terms of NSIL's tweets above, I don't see a person who was "simply" missing her brother. What I see is a rather complex procession of statements indicative of a very weak-minded individual who would rather die for her NM's cause than wake the fuck up and realize that the answers are out in the world, and not up her mother's ass. I see a girl who refuses to get away from the dysfunctional people who have always and will continue to drag her down for as long as she is alive. I see a girl who has taken a page from her NM's book and decided that every problem in her life is someone else's fault. I see a selfish, manipulative, pathetic person who is willing to throw her brother under the bus in order to appease the one woman who loves to watch her drown one minute, one hour, one day at a time. I see the product of hatred and envy and greed. I see a self-objectified bimbo who can't see anything other than what her NM is pointing at.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

This Duck Walks Into A Bar

 I am not the duck.
He is not the duck.
We are not the duck.

They are the duck.

How much luck
could a narc duck fuck
if a narc duck
could fuck
luck?

Starfuckers

                                                                      They age just like the rest of us
                                                                     but are doomed
                                                                                       to watch the reruns 
                                                                     in their own minds
                                                           In one single
                           solitary
                                                           daydream
                                                           A perpetual
                                                           eternal
                                                           Starfuck
                        Their world is a movie theater
                                     where they can replay the pretty parts
     while the rest winds up on the cutting room floor
Discarded
Their dreams are made of celluloid
Their fame fleeting

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Sparkle With Diamonds

We shall find peace.
We shall hear the angels.
We shall see the sky
sparkling with diamonds.

-Chekov

Sunday, December 23, 2012

We Are Truth

He left his family.
He abandoned their ideals.
He bandaged his war-ravaged soul.
He found me 
and we fell in love.
We put up a blockade.
We kept the offending letters in our back pockets.
We locked our fucking doors.
We  kept our babies safe.
We faced our fears.
We learned how to defend ourselves.
We made decisions.
We have no regrets.
We are Truth.
We never die!

I Heart Charles Bukowski

Act Your Rage

When the anger bubbles up
and you start to see red
When it burns in your stomach
and fucks in your head
Act your rage
Don't keep it caged

It'll keep the monsters at bay

Didn't Take Long

Whelp, didn't take long for EFIL and L to show us what they think of our recent request for No Contact. It was less than two months ago that we sent them a letter via certified mail with return receipt informing them to cease and desist all forms of contact to us or else face the legal ramifications of their continued harassment and they've already disregarded it. Maybe they're too fucking stupid to think we mean business. I don't know, maybe they don't fucking realize that they killed whatever chance of having a relationship with us when they decided it was acceptable to continue to push their brand of home-grown crazy on our doorstep when we ain't never gonna fucking buy it. Obviously they think they're going to win something, they think if they keep showing up at the same Bat time on the same Bat station, they're eventually gonna catch us with our pants down around our ankles and our asses hanging out. Control is the name of the game here and they just don't seem to want to give it up.

It's kind of funny that we apparently have so much power over them, and that every time they vie for control, they actually just give it all to us.

I had a chat with a police officer today. It was reassuring. He told us that we're on the right track to get restraining orders, given my detailed notes, the police records we already have, and the fact that these people have already been warned several times about the consequences for their harassment. I'd have no problem calling the police on these twat plugs, and since they insist on upping the ante from push to shove, it looks like they haven't given us any other choices but to do that.

Here's the shit we got in the mail yesterday. There were three cards in total, one birthday card for DS and one Christmas card each for DS and DD:

DS Birthday Card (side 1): Love, Grandpa EFIL and Grandma L - We opened an acct for you...the reciept is in your Christmas card - we look -->  
DS Birthday Card (side 2): forward to seeing you again someday until then we want you to know you ARE in our hearts and prayers.
DS Christmas Card (side 1): Merry Christmas DS! We are not able to give you your Christmas present in person but we want you to know we are saving them to give you when you are older. We started a
DS Christmas Card (side 2): savings account for you and we know it will be a blessing in the future. We love you and you are in our hearts and prayers you have 3 new cousins we hope you will meet someday. Love Grandpa EFIL and Grandma L
Copy of bank deposit slip, with DS's name written in upper right-hand corner
DD Christmas Card: Merry Christmas DD - Grandpa EFIL and Grandma L are not able to give you a Christmas gift in person, so we have started a savings account for you. We you are a grown up we will make sure you get it. In the meantime we want you to know you are in our hearts and prayers. Also you have 3 new cousins. Love Grandpa EFIL and Grandma L
Original bank deposit slip with DD's name spelled wrong in upper right-hand corner and account number blacked out
When I checked the mail yesterday and saw the handwriting, I paused for a moment. "DH?" I asked. "Who's handwriting is this?"

"L's," he responded.

"That's what I fucking thought." The envelopes had no return addresses on them, but if I wasn't already planning on keeping this fuckery for legal evidence, I would have put the return address on there myself and sent that shit right back where it came from. I STILL have half a mind to photocopy it, go crazy with my fucking bullshit stamp all over it and send it back to them.

I probably won't do that, but it is a fantasy I like to play out in my mind every once in a while.

That's the thing about going NC though. We'd just be digging the hole fucking deeper if we broke our own NC in order to tell them to fuck off. We'll have to come up with a better way of accomplishing that particular goal.

So, in terms of the messages inside the cards and the continued games they are playing, my basic analysis is this: EFIL and L are some seriously sick and delusional fucking people. It's really not a difficult concept to comprehend what "Get the fuck off my porch and take your fucking blood money with you" means. But these aren't complete idiots we're dealing with - they get it, they understand it, they know exactly what we've asked them to do. They're just flat out refusing to do it. They think they know better than us. They actually think that if they put aside fifty bucks a year...oh excuse me, one hundred bucks a year...for the only two children of ours they were ever (or will ever be) lucky enough to meet, that eventually DH will cave and "come back to the family" and that maybe someday they'll be able to use it to con those children into having a relationship with being manipulated by them. They also seem to think that whatever money they are supposedly putting away for our son will be such a fucking "blessing" in his life in the future.

So, I'm kind of like. Yeah dudes. Whatever. Send that shit to my kids if you feel like it someday. This is probably what will happen if you do: Having been explained the truth about you and your fucking bitch-ass tactics of manipulation and guilt-peddling over the years, and being fully aware and knowledgeable about precisely what kind of people you are, and having not had a relationship with you for their entire lives, it's most likely that they wouldn't want anything to do with you anyway. But the way I see it, this shit will only go one of several ways: either they will continue putting aside money arbitrarily or as they see fit and, if they are still attempting to manipulate DH whenever they feel our kids are "grown up" enough to be offered their share of blood money, they will likely attempt to offer it to our kids someday with loads of fucking strings attached. In that case, if our children don't jump through whatever hoops they've set up, they probably won't ever see the money. -OR- EFIL and L will stop putting money aside and forget they ever attempted it in the first place. -OR- They actually will attempt to send the money to our kids someday, in the hopes that someone's guilt-buttons somewhere will be pushed enough that it forces their target into setting up some mushy fucking family reunion, at which EFIL and L can bash Jonsi and DH for all their sins and wickedness over the years and our children will be their best fucking friends/doormats/long-lost grandchildren who they loved so so so so so soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much but whom they were never ALLOWED to see.

The thing about the three new cousins made me fucking laugh so hard. You want to know why?

Because we don't fucking care.

Not even...not even a little bit. I mean, no one here gives one tiny shit...not one tiny god damned shit that L's kids have babies. DH never had a relationship with his step-siblings to begin with. It's laughable to think that, even if we were still in contact with them, our kids would have any sort of actual relationships with THEIR kids.

And okay, so call me cray cray, but does anyone think EFIL and L really believed we were going to read these shit-plastered cards to our fucking kids? I mean, we could have handed the fucking cards to our kids but they wouldn't have been able to read them, seeing as how they're two and three years old. I can't imagine these people are that fucking stupid - no one could possibly be dense enough to think we'd actually read this shit to our kids. No one. Which means that the only other possibility, naturally, is that the messages were really for us. Like our shredded up card was a message to them, this was their message to us: Stop saying no to us, because that's not allowed. We're still not going to leave you alone, because we're bigger than the fucking law. Accept Jesus into your fucking lives and deal with the fact that we're just gonna keep praying for you, and professing our love to you by stalking you and harassing you and ambushing you and blaming you and curb-stomping your boundaries every chance we get. We want the power and control. We want the power and control. WE WANT THE POWER AND CONTROL.

As always, those fucking cards had ZERO to do with our kids and everything to do with their need to be top dog. They'll "make SURE" our kids get that money, because they want our kids to believe that it's OUR fault they haven't gotten it already. They keep the control over these supposed accounts so that they can make attempts to hold it over our heads, and maybe eventually theirs as well. They're too dense to realize that my children are being raised in a non-abusive environment and they have a mother who WILL teach them to be self-aware and to spot manipulators coming a mile away. I will be vigilant, I will teach them how to read people and situations, and I will do my absolute best to give them the self-confidence they need to avoid people like EFIL and L. I am still working with DH, and I will never give up working with him to teach him those same skills. We work at it on a daily basis.

And ultimately, we will give our children something that EFIL and L never gave theirs: the freedom to make their own damn decisions. You see, when my children are adults, it will no longer be my responsibility to keep them away from my husband's FOO. I will leave it up to them to decide at that point how they might want to handle whatever shit gets flung in their direction. I will always be there to offer guidance where needed, and I will spend their entire lives talking with them about all of our dysfunctions: my husband's, mine, his FOO's, my FOO's - any questions they have will get answered with Truth, every time. Unlike EFIL and L, we will not try to manipulate and control our children and we will do our very best to teach them to recognize toxic people when they see them.

What's next on the agenda? Keeping records. Tucking away each bit of paper as evidence. Plans to call the police at next provocation: be it phone call, an in-person visit from anyone we have deemed "undesirable" or written communication. The legal advice I got today was that we have done everything we need to do to take the next step.

And damn it, when they cross the next line, we will take it.

EFIL and L can take their Bible-Thumping bullshit and shove it. I'll keep records of all of it with a god-damned smile on my face the whole time.

That's right.

A GOD-damned smile.

I have no time or patience for these Born-Again Bigots.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

More Important Things

Reminds me of them.

When She Takes Off Her Face

  When she takes off her face
                           there's a heart
            that no longer beats
   cause it's shriveled up like a raisin

And her people
    waste all of their time
  trying to pump blood back into it

And that's what happens
when she takes off her face

The Ungrateful Little Bastards

Guys, I'm on a roll here. Never have I ever felt so god damned empowered.

Free Kisses

She sits behind a booth
with a sign that says
Free Kisses

There's already a line forming

The people are 
just dying
to get one

You can't see her face
It's hidden behind a black veil

She has no eyes
just empty sockets

full of nothing

Mad World


Mad World
cover by Gary Jules
[original: Tears For Fears]

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world
mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

It's The End Of The World As We Know It

And I feel fine

Tactics Of Covert Bullies

From a favorite site of mine, Bullies Be Gone:

Covert bullies are sneaky, manipulative and controlling.  They abuse in secret; it’s much harder to get evidence against them.

Some of the techniques overt and covert bullies use:

- They get out of control and throw temper tantrums (like children).  They’ll have physical or verbal explosions or give the “Loud Silent Treatment.”  They get power by anger and rage.
- They indulge in personal vendettas and scapegoat victims.
- They make harsh judgments or remarks or put-downs.  They’re experts in personal criticism and negativity.
- They talk down to people.  They push sensitive places in order to make other people feel bad.
- Their feelings matter; yours don’t.  They make the rules; you don’t.  Their reasons make sense; yours don’t.  They’re right; you’re wrong.
- They’re instigators.  They pour gas on the fire, get other people to fight and they create “uproar.”  They’re splinters.
- They’re control-freaks and turf protectors.  They’re always right and righteous.
- They’re relentlessly negative, critical, naysayers who are impossible to please.  They complain until they get attention.
- They tease, taunt and use name calling put-downs.  They use people as emotional punching bags.
- They make nasty, ugly, vicious, snide jokes or cut you down, followed by “I was just kidding” or “You’re too sensitive” or “I didn’t mean anything bad” or “I was only having a little fun.”
- They mock with non-verbal, disrespectful “editorial” comments like eye rolling or snorting.
- They form school yard cliques to cut out their targets.
- They’re passive-aggressive.  They manipulate, triangulate, and stimulate unhappiness and drama.
- They spread rumors, gossip, innuendos and lies.
- They’re great debaters who never let you win.  They’re antagonistic boundary pushers who do the minimum and undercut authority and systems.
- They always blame others.  Nothing is ever their fault.  They have endless excuses and justifications while showing little-no improvement.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Merry Fucking Christmas

Attention Narcissists:

It's not my job to blow sunshine up your butts.

My middle finger salutes you.

Less Is More

Less Chaos
  Less Treachery
Less Nonsense
  Less Fuckery
Less Darkness
  and a lot less Dishonesty
Less Bullshit
  Less Mockery
Less Betrayal
  Less Dupery
Less Pretense
  Less Trickery
Less Treason and Insincerity
  Less Juggling
Less Duplicity

And for fuck's sake
Less Hypocrisy

No Contact Wins.

Every Damned Time.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Hugs and Hallelujah

This gave me the chills.


In times of strife and sadness, I don't often find solace in any religion. But this is something I could get behind. Something that made me feel. And I'm grateful for it.

And for anyone who needs a free hug, I'm sending them out.

Friday, December 14, 2012

My Heart Aches

A few hours ago, there was a shooting at an elementary school in Connecticut. It has been weighing heavily on my mind and in my heart since I first heard about it on the radio a few hours ago and I know it will take a long time for me to move on from it. I immediately called DH and told him. When I pulled into the driveway thirty seconds later and walked into the house, he was already watching the news.

I'm not going to go into great detail about the shooting here, as anyone who is interested in the horrible specifics can tune into the news or turn on the radio. My mother called me two minutes after I had gotten home and said, "There was a..." I cut her off mid-sentence and said, "I know Mom, we've already heard and we have the news on." And then I started crying and said, "Mom, I can't stop thinking about my children." This tragedy hits very close to home for us, both physically and emotionally. My heart physically aches for the people who have already lost their lives, for the many families who's lives will forever be altered because of this. I can't stop thinking about how this could happen anywhere, that we are not immune to violence and ugliness and bloodshed; that our children are not immune to it.

It is truly and completely the stuff of my worst nightmares.

There have been times when my children have gotten hurt and I've wanted to cry. There have been times when I only anticipated their pain and it has effected me emotionally. I imagined the children today, going about their regular schedules, creating art projects in preparation for the upcoming holidays, happy as only children know how to be. Innocent. And then the blood and the death, oh god. I heard one report that talked about how the police officers leading children out of the school asked them to hold each others' hands and close their eyes. They didn't want them to see the carnage. And I cried for them. I'm crying for them now. I keep writing lines and then erasing them because nothing I say seems right.

Sometimes, my kids are running around, and they're so joyful and alive, and then all of sudden one of them falls and gets hurt. And for some reason, there is something in those moments that pains me even more greatly than usual and I've never been able to put my finger on why: it's as though there is something worse about someone feeling pain in a moment that was otherwise peaceful and happy and joyful than there is when they see it coming. There's something terrible about not being able to brace ourselves, or those we love from pain. Or more than that, to shield them from it completely.

No parent should have to know the pain of their child's death. I would not wish this kind of tragedy on my worst enemies.

I believe that the details that are sure to make headlines over the next few days, weeks, and months will reveal Truths many people will not want to see or acknowledge. Truths about abuse and diseased minds and disordered thinking.

And I believe, too, that I must issue a warning: If any of DH's FOO or past seeks to use this tragedy as a reason or motivation to contact him, then they will be forfeiting any humanity I might ever have considered attributing to them. If they have ANY souls, the lot of them, they will stay FAR the fuck away from us. Now, more than ever.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Big Talkers Lookin' For Trouble

If you open your mouth, you better be ready to rumble




*Title credit: Big Talk by Warrant