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Happy Tuesday

 Yesterday i posted a video on FB that showed a grown man losing his shit on a 14 year old kid on a dirt bike.  The grown man assaulted the kid.  

I was mortified.  I reposted it because i was mortified.  Who thinks they have the right to put their hands on a neighborhood kid?  And this guy was full of the word fuck fuck fuck........also, he's a pastor.

enough said.

One of my male friends commented and pretty much shamed me for sharing negativity.  I think he meant well........but fuck you buddy.

Number one: don't tell me what to do or don't do.  EVER.  I will ask you if i need advice.  

Number two: My page.  don't like it? go away.

Number three: Why do you feel so comfortable telling me what i "need".  I "NEED" everyone to see the guys face and what a hypocrite he is.  People in his community think he's a good guy because he's a pastor and he is NOT. 

Then, this morning i'm listening to the news.  I honestly don't think i can possibly be shocked by anything anymore.  I feel so desensitized and numb that feeling shock is shocking.  And THEN, this story about Ronald P. Bedra, of Etna, Ohio conspired with others to create and distribute videos depicting acts of sadistic violence against baby and adult monkeys. 

What.....The....Actual......Fuck.

He got sentenced to 50 months in jail.

I won't share my thoughts of the sadistic violence I hope Karma visits on him there.

How can any of us be fine in a world that breeds such ugliness and hate.

It's no wonder when i listen to the news i become upset and depressed.  

Is it better to be ignorant?  Be blissful?  Or to acknowledge the evil around us and point it out loudly so everyone knows to be aware.  

I hate people.  I really do.  Today, i do.  Today, i need to just put my head down and do my work and not engage.  I feel broken.


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