Tag: politics

I HATE Y’ALL! (moi)

Just read my favorite author’s May 2009 article on ‘Hatred’. Well, in defense of those already on that path, it’s difficult to be removed from ‘the membership of the ‘network’, whatever that may happen to be albeit a peaceful, brief retirement above the poor.

They got tired of being poor and being slaves to a system created by dirty rats. They worked hard to get out the rat race and into the circle of the elite; so as not to suffer a fate in the homeless shelter. They continue to lie, libel, slander and yes, suborn others knowingly in any project but unfortunately for the better good of fulfilling the desired goal – no matter what it takes!

I hate that word, suborn. It’s evil to me. It’s another reason why I hate. I know: I’ve heard [it] talking to me many times over on my cellphone! It’s my nemesis but a great teacher. I could have followed the path by the greedy and filed suit against those puss-heads and to make justice serve moi many years ago upon discovery of their misdeeds to many others prior to moi.

But that is not the case or my purpose. My heart couldn’t be hard on them, although my thoughts really want to scold them severely for testing my faith. It’s neither my being too, err, easy or nice but rather merciful and maybe quite stupid. For I took upon myself their un-holy crosses that they couldn’t bear even if I could no longer could be there for them or myself.

My hatred continues to build just to keep the peace: mostly for the peace of mind of the recruiters and their bosses, yes, the same ones that cap on the poor worldwide. But what would I know? I spin stories as I try to put the pieces of the great big puzzle together. So bear with me.

Alas, my immediate sphere is full of lost pieces. They are the same ones who create war, a profitable one that gets any nation out of their depression, a symbolic representation of spiritual death and the dying of hope. They are the military who do their jobs out of love for their country and out of poverty. The killings are many. It’s a sick and sad cycle and in support of themselves and their families.

But eventually and after all the tears have been shed and every ounce of hatred, contempt or whatever words to describe someone thinking about those harder aspects in life would go away, I’d better get back to work, do my part as a cubicle worker among mindless drones and add more into their ‘honey-pot‘. Maybe they are short of their goal and need more to sweeten the deal. Meh!

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