A lot of times, I have been accused of being a misogynist. An unfair accusation, because I do not hate women. I simply dislike rude women. Rude men too! Simply put, I dislike rude people!
Once, while walking on the street, a short Caucasian picked out a gum from his mouth and threw it across the street. It landed right at my feet.
A few months ago, I was at a supermarket, and the short, ugly lady standing right in front of me wouldn’t let me move in front, even though I bought just a few things and she had bought practically every item there was to buy.
Fucking bitch cunt whore! DIE, DIE, DIE!
Ok, maybe I do dislike rude women a lot more than I dislike rude men. However, I dislike rude men, and that’s what matters. I am not misogynistic. I am not!
Second on my dislike list are mean people. I do not like mean people. I really don’t. While in secondary school, my best friend was once mean to me. The next day, I spat in my food, the lunch-pack mum prepared for me, and I gave it all to my best friend when I got to school. I also stole his Biology and Chemistry textbooks and burned them.
My father was mean too, very mean. That didn’t end well either. My imperious, eternally-furious father was always mean to me. He’d yell at and beat me up at the slightest provocation, until I killed him. That night, after I deliberately provoked him, and made sure I had gotten quite the drubbing from him, I simply picked out the Knife from my pocket where I had it the whole time, and plunged it into his protruding belly a few times. I swore to the judge I was only defending myself.
Now, to my neighbor, she’s being mean, really, really mean. Just last week, she stood and watched as I struggled with the two heavy trash bins. And when I fell, she smiled. She smiled and walked back in. I find that to be mean. I think it’s very mean. I’ve been thinking, ever since, of her cat. I wonder how it will look…dead.
Written by Tobby