ℝE☾︎ⓄV∃ЯY
War is cruel, unjust, indiscriminate horror that leaves permanent scars on everyone it affects. It is a hideous display of inanimate respite in the corridors of power supplementing their wares for the obvious reason; immortal history books.
I have experienced our wars in the way my life led me through. Bouts of starvation, degradation, irreparable mocking, assaults, physical torture brought on by those who feign immunity to the condition of my life. For this reason I rail against the young, or not matured thinkers who rule the fascist tirade of impregnable acts of hate on Ozenoz Media, and thus me.
They control it all, this network of I.T. experts, A.I. and Web Developers, programmers, their supervisors and bosses, sometimes even owners. But it is not all direct influence, it is the back alley gospel talk in the wings of the ignorant recovery seekers (who now rule the decriminalized in Oregon's citizens' lives) that teach us a very powerful lesson.
Finding your own healthy balance in your given rights to consume the things you do aren't at all a freedom anymore! No, this is a "God" GIVEN right for those breaking their anonymity so nobly in defiance of THEIR STATED POSITION, to hate on you. This is their right to take away yours.
I was standing outside of my car at a shopping center, smoking, when I recognized a chum from years ago when I hit a few AA meetings to test the crowd out as possibly a fit.
The man was seated in the parking spot next to me in his new looking luxury car. He rolled down his window and said "Why don't you get some air? You know with the hair and the beard you look homeless..."
His girlfriend chimed in from the passenger side "He IS HOMELESS!"
The man continued by yelling vehemently, "YOUR MEDIA SUCKS!"
These days I seem to get hate like this from all sides. Nothing is going as planned. I apply for 25 jobs, I get no answer. I bid on 75 project tasks, no response. My sites are dying a painful death.
And what for? Because I spoke on my adventures of old. Because I admitted my wrong acts. Because I spoke on grey areas. Even though I did this to heal myself, and justly have. And all of this time and energy now spent by the tens of thousands who think they know me serves as a persecution chamber.
I don't do drugs anymore. Don't hardly drink. I just chose to proliferate my path with the time I have spent indulging in raising my daughter, and family responsibilities and OUR social choices, not all of yours.
So FUCK your fucking recovery. Your hats may be off to me no more than your fucking cup sizes.
And that's what I have to say about THAT. It's obvious with 500+ hits on my "Life History" pages in two weeks, you all are interested in "my recovery", but with no calls, texts, emails, purchases, or donations, it's also just as obvious that your not interested in helping out.
So??!!
"KISS my ASS."
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