”You don't fucking know me, she didn't fucking know me, and there isn't anyone here who really fucking knows me, you simple shit.”
Your own words reveal you are a unloved racist piece of shit.
Go curl up and suck that thumb you just pulled out of your ass.
Addendum:
You should have seen her on cross... she would have viscously chopped you into little bitty pieces all the while having the jury perceive her as a petite good natured servant of the people.
Drop the personal shit.
See? I told you you don't know me.
But we ALL know YOU.
You injected the "personal shit" on theses pages.
You always have. Among those things which YOU put here...
Your kids.
Your education. Your kids' education.
Where they protest, their professions, what term paper they wrote.
Your home.
Your losses.
Your checkered employment history.
Your ethnicity.
Your anger.
Your Twitter account.
Obituaries.
Your health issues.
Your financial security.
Your relations in other states.
YOU put it here.
No one else did.
You put it here to educate us about how accomplished you are, about how you're just as good if not better than anyone else.
You put it here to slake the thirst of your own egocentrism.
Or was it to garner sympathy?
Which is it, Larry? Do you want us to admire you or feel sorry for you?
Or maybe it doesn't matter, as long as you get attention, attention you think you deserve more than anyone else.
And you'd like it if no one commented on the shit you share about yourself, because
they've made it personal? You care too much about what others think of you, Larry.
That's a sign of weakness.
Carry on, but don't complain about what's personal when YOU put it here.
Others can pretend they don't see your flaws, and they can feed into your shit, and your weak character.
They can give you the special treatment that you think you deserve. They can acknowledge your incessant need to play the fucking martyr or the hero or the heroic martyr.
But I will treat you as I treat everyone else.
Equal treatment, Larry.
You fuck with me, I give it back. In spades.
Because you're no more special than anyone else here, Larry.
Got that?
Life is NOT what happens here.
Life is outside of here.
You've stopped living if your primary goal is to gather a posse of sympathetic strangers and deem them your friends. Don't be stupid Larry.
Don't be among the walking dead.
Get the fuck out of that hospital, put your shoes on, and put your phone down, and go do something significant before one of your kids has to come in and inform us, like they did for weezie, that you've passed on.
Don't be like Bambu or fac, lost, miserable souls wondering the internet looking to be heard, looking for a friend.
And remember, Larry, when you're down, when you think someone has mocked your pain, remember to watch THIS!
https://youtu.be/ThDwS79HPhs
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