R.I.P. Beloved Lambs
August 18th 2010 21:00
I’m back in misanthrope mode. A few days ago, I was minding my own business when this grumpy old man started accusing me of crashing into him when I wasn’t anywhere near him. I raised my voice and shouted “F*CK OFF!” I think I’m going to do that every time someone tries to pick a fight with me.
I did that the week before as well. I was in a hurry to get to work and some flyer people saw me and I heard them snickering. As I approach them they deliberately block my path and shove their flyers in my face. Again, the bellow: “F*CK OFF!” I then charged past them like an angry bull. They had to move away or be run over by my angry feet.
Two weeks ago a woman also accused me of something I didn’t do. Again, I screamed at her and she backed off. It’s like that old saying about letting sleeping dogs lie which is why my friends call me the Rottweiler.
I then opened the paper and read about the two lambs that were bludgeoned to death HERE.
This only fuels my hatred of humans. My eyes water and I almost end up crying. I showed the story to my animal-loving colleague and she was upset as well. The lack of justice made us angry.
| 82 |
| Vote |
subscribe to this blog
