Putting words in my mouth, I could give less than a shit to hear there little piss-and-moan stories of "abuse."
If they were really "thrivers" then they wouldn't bitch and complain about it so much.
Here's a news flash: child sexual abuse is no excuse for being a loser as an adult.
Let me be crystal clear, all those losers whose names are all too stupid to repeat (even as far as online nicks go), were all going to be failures with no lives and no prospects whether they were abused or not.
Fuck 'em, whining pansy bitches.
I know people, unlike the pathetic failure fuck-ups who crusade against us, who have been sexually abused as children and still came out better than decent: all the online anti-ped coalition is though, is a group of cowering little mice coddling one another's pathetic little complexes telling each other that, "Oh, you're a loser now becuase you were abused," (post hoc) "Oh, even though most people have problems with self-esteem, we'll blame your sexual abuse in your case so that you don't have to try and get out of it," or "You're a victim; I'm a victim; we're all victims!"
Let me repeat my postition so that there's no misunderstanding here, I don't care one way or the other if they were really sexually abused or not, the fact is that they've used it to justify the basest of human desires (i.e. the need for "vengeance," the need to shift blame, etc.) instead of being men (and women, [happy Unico?] ) and getting over it like a real "thriver" would.
But instead, typical of those born in this generation, they psychoanalyze every damned thing in their lives (if you could really say that they have "lives") into a culprit for their weakness except for the intrinsic weakness of their own minds.
No one is responsible for a wasted, fucked-up life other than the fuck-up who is wasting their life.
You know what I did yesterday?
For the first time in years, I babysat and not at one moment did I have any "urge" or "desire" to break the law.
But that's not important, the point is that kids were left in my care and the online losers could do nothing to stop me.
Those impotent bastards couldn't if they tried and you know what? I could care less because their the last thing on my mind when I'm busy making a child's day happy.
Those fuck-ups are the last thing on my mind when I'm showing a child my new chess board and teaching them to play.
Those losers are the last thing I'm thinking of when I'm reading the Little Prince to a child lying on my stomach.
Those failures are the last thing I'd waste my time thinking about when I'm having a snack of chocolate chip cookies with a child.
So, those martyrs can stuff it.
I don't give a rat's ass about their suffering because they're the one's who choose to wallow in it without looking for a way out.
They can do all the external things that they want, but unless they try to find out what's going on internally, they'll be forever captives lying to themselves and will never "thrive": a rafflesia by any other name will still smell as hideous.
They can shift the blame all they want, but until they turn their sights inward they'll forever be prisoners.
Either way, let it be known that I don't have the time to waste feeling sorry for people who feel sorry for themselves 24/7 who are content to stay that way.
Finally, to you little losers, fuck-ups, and failures (that about sums it up) scanning this site:
I actually hope you all carry your grudges to the grave.
Live your lives walking dead, that way you will not hinder those who live.
Walk all your lives as dead men, then die.
(See? I can play on your level too, when I want.)