talk of the town

One of the great amusements is why some people are essentially obsessed with me. Not being egotistical, they are.

They can’t fit me in a neat little box they can understand, so I am bad.

I don’t see their perversions of well, life, as a positive, so I am bad.

I don’t drink their brand of Kool Aid, so I am bad. And above all else?

I have no real desire to interact with them, so I am extra bad AND a threat.

Why am I a threat? Because I don’t see their narrow view of the world? Why is that bad? Why does everyone have to think the same? That is so Stepford Wives of them, a reference they don’t understand.

They say I am “hiding” but I take to Twitter? News Flash, I have been on Twitter since the beginning, and choosing not to associate or interact with people is not hiding. None of us are expected to interact with everyone, that is a ridiculous and infantile notion.

You see, a lot of these people are the armchair tigers, the keyboard warriors who spend their lives pouring over the words, actions and deeds of others and spouting verbal diarrhea to boot. Why on earth do I or anyone sane want to hang out an have a conversation with them. And why does anyone have to?

Conversation. That’s a great idea….but not with the perennially self righteous. They are not interested in what you or I or anyone else has to say unless it’s reverberating off of their echo chambers on social media. These people are super upset to find themselves blocked by my blog’s Facebook page. Life is not a Cheerocracy, I can choose NOT to respond and how to express myself.

I can also choose with whom I am connected to on any level. I choose not to be connected to these people. Besides, they aren’t in the least interested in a conversation, they just want to perform a beat down so why would that interest anyone?

Yes if they want to say I am an ogre with purple hair and green skin, I can’t control that. But I can control whom I let into my world. They are not value added. On any level. Don’t want to know them.

My blog is libel say they? Honeys, that thing called the First Amendment is not subjective. Rights are not subjective. They do not have a right to tear me up, down, or sideways. Mind you these are the kinds of people that send comments into this blog that I am a fat slob, a bully pig, Far left gross lib, oink oink brainless monkey, commie, Marxist, Socialist, etc., etc.

I mean oh come on really?

One woman here, just one woman, i.e. me. I don’t get it. I don’t have to be like them and they don’t have to be like me only we all have to be like them? Very confusing.

And these are the people that regularly doxx and more others, but if you point out something THEY said publicly on their social media like Facebook (ya know that little wee globe) or said publicly in a Facebook group, chicken little the sky will fall in? But hey I am just yakking smack, right?

Ok pretzel logic.

You have to understand that most of these people who have a jihad out on me are super public in what they do, like and dislike, so if they didn’t wish to be discussed, why do they do what they do?

To my readers and friends who are so kind with regard to me, I am sorry they then rail against you with full blown word salads. I also know sometimes they just rail against you not having to do with me. Face it, these people just rail. It’s all do as we say, not as we do, right?

It’s kind of like dealing with the people who were looking for secret messages in Beatles albums way back when, and playing songs backwards. They will undoubtedly rip this post apart looking for hidden meaning or interpretation, bless their hearts. WWJD? Not my department, only God don’t like ugly is the refrain of the time in which we live.

How truly bizarre they are.

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