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Monday, April 19, 2010
My response to a dumbshit
You were rejected last, afterwards I being 12 kicked Scotts ass. That said, being the end of the story there is nothing more you could say to enlighten, lest you expose your own failings.
You are. Maybe to foolish to realize it, but you are.
Don't need to know what you say on your blog. Your attempts at getting a rise out of me are plain.
Your attitude towards life it self is plain. You are cold to it. You are a robot. A tool. A machine. Cold. Heartless. Dead inside. Your ploys inefective and easily disected.
My life on the other hand is full. So much joy and happiness and love and pain. Hopes and fears and peace. Sunshine. Life is a cornicopia of all that you lack. All because I came to the truth. You portend that I should have proverbial skeletons in my closet but you really know that it is you with the skeletons.
Yet your curse is to get even for decisions you made vainly trying to blame someone else. You are seeking sympathy. A learned trait from your mother who has been on a sympathy trip for oh... about 65 years. You learned to play the sympathy card.
I am the antithesis of the false sympathy seakers like you. I will not enable you in any way. Your troubled mind is of your own making. You cannot reconcile Christianity with atheism. And the battle is killing you.
A verse in the good book covers this. No weapon formed against me shall prosper.
Another verse also covers me. It says I will uphold you with the right hand of my righteousness.
Question. How does that work, hmmmmm?
As long as you continue this vendetta Al you cannot prosper. Too bad. All the education going to waste on a mindless job.
Just to make this sure that you install my last comment in your comments section.
Your nuts. I kicked Scotts ass. we did not get any pleasure out to the incedent. Sorry it happened but you are just looking for sympathy and an excuse for you drug and alcohol habits and I will give you no excuse for that nor will I enable you by excusing you.
I was twelve you were eight. I put an end to it for all time.
Whether we come to grips with this or not will not change the fact that you Alan are an enemy of the state. Thusly my enemy. I frankly dis-own you as my punk brother.
As the eldest son I get that priveledge before God.
My policy is: I will delete any comment that does not meet my specification for the truth.
Before you comment remember one thing. The vast majority of what I say are my own personal thoughts and insites. Though the norm for a reporter is to back up what he says with data and info I am not a reporter nor a pundit. I am a plain old American having my say..........
I am not afraid to make this public. Are you, fuck up? Bring it on you fuck nut dope head.
ReplyDeleteYou never knew me and yet you did. I can jump off that cliff and know I will live but you know that if you do you won't.
In other words I don't bluff. Put the button in my hand, and if I say I will push it I will.
You were a cry baby douche then and your still a crybaby douche, 40 years later.
What are you talking about?
ReplyDeleteYou forgot. I did not. Leave it at that. You do not want to go down the path you are going with this shit.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't aware that I was going down any path. It seems to me that you are taking offense to things that no one has said.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, you might want to check what I said on my blog.
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ReplyDeleteYou are. Maybe to foolish to realize it, but you are.
ReplyDeleteDon't need to know what you say on your blog. Your attempts at getting a rise out of me are plain.
Your attitude towards life it self is plain. You are cold to it. You are a robot. A tool. A machine. Cold. Heartless. Dead inside. Your ploys
inefective and easily disected.
My life on the other hand is full. So much joy and happiness and love and pain. Hopes and fears and peace. Sunshine. Life is a cornicopia of all that you lack. All because I came to the truth. You portend that I should have proverbial skeletons in my closet but you really know that it is you with the skeletons.
Yet your curse is to get even for decisions you made vainly trying to blame someone else. You are seeking sympathy. A learned trait from your mother who has been on a sympathy trip for oh... about 65 years. You learned to play the sympathy card.
I am the antithesis of the false sympathy seakers
like you. I will not enable you in any way. Your troubled mind is of your own making. You cannot reconcile Christianity with atheism. And the battle is killing you.
A verse in the good book covers this. No weapon formed against me shall prosper.
Another verse also covers me. It says I will uphold you with the right hand of my righteousness.
Question. How does that work, hmmmmm?
As long as you continue this vendetta Al you cannot prosper. Too bad. All the education going to waste on a mindless job.
You need a phychotherapist there AL. Badly.
Just to make this sure that you install my last comment in your comments section.
ReplyDeleteYour nuts. I kicked Scotts ass. we did not get any pleasure out to the incedent. Sorry it happened but you are just looking for sympathy and an excuse for you drug and alcohol habits and I will give you no excuse for that nor will I enable you by excusing you.
I was twelve you were eight. I put an end to it for all time.
Whether we come to grips with this or not will not change the fact that you Alan are an enemy of the state. Thusly my enemy. I frankly dis-own you as my punk brother.
As the eldest son I get that priveledge before God.