Enjoy!
So
why was I stalking her?
First,
a Totally Related Tangent. (That might prove I'm not entirely crazy)
Life is Suffering.
I had a rough childhood. I will gladly spare you as much of the whiny
details as possible, and instead just gaily prance to the pearls of wisdom
retained from so much "real world experience". Without much option, I
naively turned to the military who decided Iraq would be the perfect place for
me to resolve my adolescent issues. As you might imagine it didn't help all
that much.
Despite the waking nightmare that
has been my life, I am the inevitable and well adjusted statistical anomaly you
get from child abuse. Too frilly? In other words, nature abhors a vacuum, if
99.9 percent of children who are abused go insane, then it stands to reason
that .01 will come out as well...
I'll want you to decide for
yourself as to what I am.
I will tell you that at least in
my own mind I feel that I am fabulously well adjusted, albeit darkly twisted in
my sense of humor.
But is there a fringe benefit to
all my suffering?
A sort of bullshit detector that makes my
skin crawl such as when the President told Americans that the most
important thing they could do to contribute in the War on Terror was, as I
may paraphrase, "spend more money, and keep a close eye on your
neighbor" at which point he cackled and exited stage left.
Before I go much further on this
tangent, you need to understand that I am a strict atheist and skeptic.
I come from a family of Christian
morons, whose idea of accountability was
that personal responsibility was trumped by angels and demons. Domestic violence caused by demonic
possession? Yeah, didn't buy into that
either by the umpteenth time the back of his hand popped a welt on my sister's
cheek. Worse yet, I was raised in the
ghetto that prescribes to exorcism attempts on my entirely sober father. At that point in my childhood, I started to
wise up. My father's abuse paired with
sobriety and distinct lack of demons belied an individual who was the epitome
of a piece of shit.
Nope, no need for personal responsibility, it's just
the demons.
That said... did anyone else notice that the "Five
Pointed Star of David" on the Republican (GOP) Party's elephant mascot
became inverted into a pentagram right about the time the War on Terror
kicked off?
As you may ask, what does all
this have to do with stalking this woman?
Well, I was stalking two men originally, two blokes I worked with
in Iraq
when I discovered they were stalking her. This caught my interest for a
number of reasons. Reasons that would
make me wish retrospectively that I had stayed the fuck out of her business,
but not really.
Anyways, it was at this point I
decided to thrust myself in her life.
For her own good.
Opps.
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