Everything That You Stood For, Just Had Its Ass Kicked Out the Door

Originally Posted: 2/18/06

You make yourself look like a fool, and your disrespect is mortifying. The language that endlessly worms its way from your throat and into the world, the foul, deplorable slang you interpret as modern poetry, is less artistic than photographing a 92 year old man sodomizing your ten year old brother. The repetitive, zombifyingly mind-numbing music you listen to is more a sad attempt at cashing in on a sound, a genre that was dead before it began. You disguise yourself in hard talk, mask your fear with smiles and your homosexuality with talk of conquests and riddicule. You're a coward, a nothing, a futurless, insignificant wretch with more piss in your pants than a newborn. Yet you have the gall to wave the word 'bitch' around like its some kind of weapon, something that will give you power over somebody else because you label them with a derogatory name? Mother fucker, sit back. We're going for a ride.

You have spent your entire life afraid of people who look like me, who talk in speech you don't comprehend, to look at you with pity for reasons you don't understand. Some of them you've ridiculed, some of them you may have even had the nerve to physically lay your hands on. No, I don't mean "freaks". Those have become commonplace these days, a thought that is nauseating in its own right, I mean people who just have a little something...different about them. People who would, on a given day, rend your flesh and eat your insides for shits and giggles. Yeah, people like that. Most of them, I'm fairly sure you have never once looked at face to face, because you are, as previously stated, nothing more than a coward. Well, I'm here now and we can be face to face. Say something sharp and no-doubt mind blowing. Nothing, huh? Yeah, I thought you might have a response something along those lines.

My qualm with you is not a result of something directly aimed at myself. Nothing you did to offend me intentionally, but something offensive nonetheless. I am not easily offended, to say the least, yet you managed it, so now I will explain the rules in a manner you can understand. Firstly, hold your tongue or it will be removed. You could always go to class every so often and perhaps learn to read and write and then, maybe, you'd be fit to speak. Until then, eat your words. Secondly, you will never, and allow me to repeat, never, refer to any woman (be it my fourteen year old sister, or your eighty year old grandmother) as a "fine ass bitch". Commit that atrocity again and you will have a good reason for fear. Lastly, respect other people and their families. They will repay the favor. Fail to do so, and you will suffer.

The rules concluded, and my temper somewhat calmed I leave you with this: Try a style outside of 3X clothes that make you resemble something of a cross between a jackass and an acid head priest, learn a few words longer than four letters and lastly, come out of the closet. You aren't fooling anyone.

Roll that in a blunt and smoke it. Bitch.


God As Himself