I have been battling with the better half -- to let some of our livestock go. I mean, we couldn't keep up with them! I've been trying to sell livestock for YEARS. I mean even in MN, I was trying to let them go! And I couldn't deal with 'em.
We did EVERYTHING in our power to get our livestock back to weight. We de-wormed. We increased feed (when we had it). We had the vet out more than once. And what do we get?
Finally, it was realized by my other half that there was NOTHING we could do on our own. And we were calling rescue places, trying to get help. And what did we get? The run-around. They were full-up. Or they wanted something we couldn't provide. We have enough proof! And yet, a certain "WITCH WITH A CAPITAL B" decided to "sic" the authorities on us. Well, let me tell you something, MISSY... I read your page. I do NOT appreciate threats! YOU wanted to come over and shoot one of us in the knee cap. I read it! I have PROOF, I SAVED THE FILE!
You told us an untruth. You LIED! You sneaked through the woods to get pictures and came onto our property and said that you did not. You claimed that somebody said that we were "Out of water." That was BULL if I ever heard it. I DID request help. I wanted names of rescue places. And YOU BULLSHITTED it!
NOW, Missy... You also pledged that you'd not contact the places you did. And you lied THERE, TOO. You are a MAROON... TOTAL LIAR.
I have years of proof that I was trying to sell these pets/loved ones/livestock. I tried. I couldn't get everything everyone wanted. So, you lump me together with abusers? BULL SHIT, MISSY!
We confided in you. You betrayed us. You lied. You proved yourself to be an unworthy individual, MISSY. You are just a hunk of crap!
I hope that the animals that were rescued have a long, healthy life after their recoveries. YOU? Well, suffice it to say, I no longer TRUST YOU. And if I find you ANYWHERE near my property again, I'm going to get a restraining order!
I guess I should have expected it. It's my own damn fault for trusting you. HOWEVER, you better realize that I don't take threats lightly. And I will do EVERYTHING in my power to prove you a liar, a blackmailer, someone with no compassion except when it suits your own damned needs.
GOT THAT, MISSY? GOOD!
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Thursday, September 6, 2012
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Lose my name, lose my number
All my life, I've never been one to hold a grudge. I forgave bullies, heart-breakers. When I got into fights, we worked out our differences. Even when someone wooed a girl I considered to be my future, I tried to put things in perspective. The thing with the guy and gal didn't work out for him. I didn't win her, either. (You could have read about a similar situation. You still can, if you ask me. In fact, you must ask me. Otherwise, you won't get the story.)
Now I'm holding a grudge. It hasn't lessened at all. It has become a staple in my life, holding me together. It has become an intense hatred of the betrayal done to me. I can't think of that person without my anger increasing, without my teeth (or what's left of them) grinding, without making a fist. My friendship with that person is officially over, I will never contact again. In fact, I have severed ties with that family, and any friend of that family which tries to contact me. I do not answer anything that does get through. It has been no loss.
When the betrayal became known, I gave that person a week to come clean, apologize for the behavior. That spineless coward who though "Anonymous betrayal" would work has found out a Biblical truth: There is nothing concealed that shall not be brought to light.
At that time, I wrote a poem. It has morphed a little in the months since. If you would like to read it, I have added it here. BUT BE WARNED: It contains some words that some people would find objectionable. One is a slang word for evil woman, a word meaning "Female dog." It is repeated many times. If you are offended by the use of that word in such a manner, don't read on.
Another is a short form of the word for prostitute, used by many rappers. Again, same warning.
The poem pictures this betraying person as a dominatrix in one spot, a woman who loves being raped. Drug user (by her own admission), raped (ditto), homewrecker, and liar.
I do NOT feel this way about women in general. Only this one.
You have been warned.
Now, if you plan to read on, here is the poem.
Lose my name, lose my number
Hey there, bitch, tell me how you feel...
About the pain you caused me -
Do you feel more "Real"?
You get your jollies causing pain --
Enough to make you smile again?
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
You indulged in Mary Jane --
Only way you could get more pain.
It took you off on a hijacked plane.
Three joints to get ready, Four to go....
Now you gonna go and get some "MO"?
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
Two marriages wrecked, maybe more...
Laughing hard at him when he’s thrown out the door.
The guy was hoping to see much more....
Your Seductive walk, and sexy lie...
Enough to make a grown man cry...
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
You were raped, you say -- it is so plain.
You Enjoyed it! You LOVE Pain!
What's in the corner? A whip and chain?
What did you tell that lucky boy?
To use the real thing or a sex toy?
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
What the Hell did they promise you?
Position? Power? Lots of money, too?
You had your price, I'm sure that's true!
Just what was it you got to lay me low?
Tell me, Bitch! I wanna know!
But As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
You ugly bitch, you filthy ho'
Just one last thing before I go...
I don’t forgive and forget, you know!
The Almighty sticks people like you in Hell.
It's no big thing, You know it well!
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
You betrayed me, that fact remains
You got your jollies from my pains.
You lied about me, you'll lie again!
The Almighty sticks people like you in HELL
It's no big thing, You know it well!
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
In the future that I foresee
This betrayal will forever haunt thee..
Be around to comfort you I will not be!
Retribution swift, and justice sure...
You're a disease, and death's the cure!
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
As of today, me you'll not encumber!
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
Now I'm holding a grudge. It hasn't lessened at all. It has become a staple in my life, holding me together. It has become an intense hatred of the betrayal done to me. I can't think of that person without my anger increasing, without my teeth (or what's left of them) grinding, without making a fist. My friendship with that person is officially over, I will never contact again. In fact, I have severed ties with that family, and any friend of that family which tries to contact me. I do not answer anything that does get through. It has been no loss.
When the betrayal became known, I gave that person a week to come clean, apologize for the behavior. That spineless coward who though "Anonymous betrayal" would work has found out a Biblical truth: There is nothing concealed that shall not be brought to light.
At that time, I wrote a poem. It has morphed a little in the months since. If you would like to read it, I have added it here. BUT BE WARNED: It contains some words that some people would find objectionable. One is a slang word for evil woman, a word meaning "Female dog." It is repeated many times. If you are offended by the use of that word in such a manner, don't read on.
Another is a short form of the word for prostitute, used by many rappers. Again, same warning.
The poem pictures this betraying person as a dominatrix in one spot, a woman who loves being raped. Drug user (by her own admission), raped (ditto), homewrecker, and liar.
I do NOT feel this way about women in general. Only this one.
You have been warned.
Now, if you plan to read on, here is the poem.
Lose my name, lose my number
Hey there, bitch, tell me how you feel...
About the pain you caused me -
Do you feel more "Real"?
You get your jollies causing pain --
Enough to make you smile again?
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
You indulged in Mary Jane --
Only way you could get more pain.
It took you off on a hijacked plane.
Three joints to get ready, Four to go....
Now you gonna go and get some "MO"?
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
Two marriages wrecked, maybe more...
Laughing hard at him when he’s thrown out the door.
The guy was hoping to see much more....
Your Seductive walk, and sexy lie...
Enough to make a grown man cry...
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
You were raped, you say -- it is so plain.
You Enjoyed it! You LOVE Pain!
What's in the corner? A whip and chain?
What did you tell that lucky boy?
To use the real thing or a sex toy?
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
What the Hell did they promise you?
Position? Power? Lots of money, too?
You had your price, I'm sure that's true!
Just what was it you got to lay me low?
Tell me, Bitch! I wanna know!
But As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
You ugly bitch, you filthy ho'
Just one last thing before I go...
I don’t forgive and forget, you know!
The Almighty sticks people like you in Hell.
It's no big thing, You know it well!
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
You betrayed me, that fact remains
You got your jollies from my pains.
You lied about me, you'll lie again!
The Almighty sticks people like you in HELL
It's no big thing, You know it well!
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
In the future that I foresee
This betrayal will forever haunt thee..
Be around to comfort you I will not be!
Retribution swift, and justice sure...
You're a disease, and death's the cure!
As of today, me you'll not encumber.
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
As of today, me you'll not encumber!
I'm telling you bitch:
Lose my name, lose my number!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The JUDAS song...
nearly 2 years ago, I was betrayed at work -- and while I was being stabbed in the back, my heart was being ripped out of my chest. The most frustrating thing about it is that I didn't learn about it until 2 weeks back. Never again, say I.
At the time, I wrote what I called the JUDAS song. While it was addressed to the betrayer at my work, it's taken on a new life...
I have said I want their faces hanging on my wall. Now, now -- no, I don't anymore. Instead, I wouldn't waste the wall space. I'd rather have a singing fish!
"Judas -- I know it for a fact. Your fingerprints are on -- the knife that's in my back. Judas -- I HATE YOU! Sooner or later... It'll haunt you!
Judas -- you got no guts! So get the H*** away -- or I'll rip off your n**s! But I've learned, Judas-- you got no B**ls! So cower in the corner...or I'll smear you on the wall! Judas -- I HATE YOU! Sooner or later... It'll haunt you!"
This is somewhat edited for the sake of any kids that may attend this site, and "It'll haunt you," was NOT the original verbatim. But I am not 50 cent, nor some rapper who's calling himself a "Cop Killer". I'm not Vanilla Ice, and I'm not The Fresh Prince. So, I've toned it down for the sake of my audience.
It doesn't strike me as odd -- you two traitors are meant for each other. Maybe I can introduce you...No, that wouldn't be smart. I don't want a whole family of traitors!
"JUDAS -- I HATE YOU! Sooner or later -- It'll HAUNT YOU."
At the time, I wrote what I called the JUDAS song. While it was addressed to the betrayer at my work, it's taken on a new life...
I have said I want their faces hanging on my wall. Now, now -- no, I don't anymore. Instead, I wouldn't waste the wall space. I'd rather have a singing fish!
"Judas -- I know it for a fact. Your fingerprints are on -- the knife that's in my back. Judas -- I HATE YOU! Sooner or later... It'll haunt you!
Judas -- you got no guts! So get the H*** away -- or I'll rip off your n**s! But I've learned, Judas-- you got no B**ls! So cower in the corner...or I'll smear you on the wall! Judas -- I HATE YOU! Sooner or later... It'll haunt you!"
This is somewhat edited for the sake of any kids that may attend this site, and "It'll haunt you," was NOT the original verbatim. But I am not 50 cent, nor some rapper who's calling himself a "Cop Killer". I'm not Vanilla Ice, and I'm not The Fresh Prince. So, I've toned it down for the sake of my audience.
It doesn't strike me as odd -- you two traitors are meant for each other. Maybe I can introduce you...No, that wouldn't be smart. I don't want a whole family of traitors!
"JUDAS -- I HATE YOU! Sooner or later -- It'll HAUNT YOU."
SPINELESSNESS CONFIRMED
A little over a week ago, I said I discovered that a "Friend" had betrayed
me. This Judas betrayed me over my animals, and I tell you, I was never so
upset as I was right then.
It's been a week. I wagered that the person would NEVER come clean. I was
right. This spineless coward is now, officially off my "FRIEND" list, and
in my DOGHOUSE. In fact, I may be telling this person "I'll see YOU in
COURT!"
Coward! Never again, say I. YOU CAN ROT IN HADES, forever!
me. This Judas betrayed me over my animals, and I tell you, I was never so
upset as I was right then.
It's been a week. I wagered that the person would NEVER come clean. I was
right. This spineless coward is now, officially off my "FRIEND" list, and
in my DOGHOUSE. In fact, I may be telling this person "I'll see YOU in
COURT!"
Coward! Never again, say I. YOU CAN ROT IN HADES, forever!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Unbelievable!
I am cursed. There is no doubt about it, someone put a hex or curse on me back in 1973, and I've been followed by bad luck ever since. Odd numbered years, mainly...but not entirely.
In 1973, I busted a leg. In 1975, I dislocated a thumb. In 1977, there was an auto accident. In 1979, it was academic probation. In 1980, it was the death of a family membera, and the loss of a job. In 1981, it was the start of a flooding lake which would take away my parents' cabine 5 years later. In 1982 It was a romantic rejection. And it continues...
In 1984 it was my first battle with depression, plus the loss of my job at that time. In 1987, I bought a house which became a sinkhole for me. In 1990, I got married... In 1991 we started adoption processes. Those were shot down some years later...they kept changing the rules on us.
In 1992, it was the death of my Grandmother, the other one passed on in 1988. In 1995, it was dad's death, in 1996 it was mom's death. In 1997 it was another job loss (They moved, since have gone out of business). We purchased a new home which was a bad move...then we applied for a second mortgage (a worse move). Wound up in bankruptcy, and ... well, you get the idea. THEN, in 2007, a betrayal by a coworker cost me my job, and a betrayal by a former friend has now cost me thousands...court costs, loss of horses. Burned out 3 cars.
I am cursed. Everything is going against me, and there seems to be nothing to do about it.
The person who betrayed me in 2007 continued to befriend me...hiding her double-faced betrayal until I learned about it a few days ago. My wife broke her leg, is unable to work -- where does that leave us? In the gutter unless we can sell this place and move on. Chances? I don't know, but it doesn't look good right now.
Harrassed by the cops. Stymied by the State. betrayed and broken beyond belief. Tired and tearful. The curse continues...I want OUT.
Don't give me crap about "Self-fulfilling prophecy," do you understand? I had no idea it would continue for 36 years. And I am TIRED of it.
The only way to beat the curse ... is a way I don't want to take.
Maybe my poem, "Opposites" will explain it, but I shall use only the conclusion of the poem for you to determine what is going on.
"Yet turn I did from evil, but much to my despair --
when I turned around --
God was no longer there.
Today, it's death's reflief I seek
and yet I know full well:
There will never be relief --
Just th'eternal flames of Hell."
In 1973, I busted a leg. In 1975, I dislocated a thumb. In 1977, there was an auto accident. In 1979, it was academic probation. In 1980, it was the death of a family membera, and the loss of a job. In 1981, it was the start of a flooding lake which would take away my parents' cabine 5 years later. In 1982 It was a romantic rejection. And it continues...
In 1984 it was my first battle with depression, plus the loss of my job at that time. In 1987, I bought a house which became a sinkhole for me. In 1990, I got married... In 1991 we started adoption processes. Those were shot down some years later...they kept changing the rules on us.
In 1992, it was the death of my Grandmother, the other one passed on in 1988. In 1995, it was dad's death, in 1996 it was mom's death. In 1997 it was another job loss (They moved, since have gone out of business). We purchased a new home which was a bad move...then we applied for a second mortgage (a worse move). Wound up in bankruptcy, and ... well, you get the idea. THEN, in 2007, a betrayal by a coworker cost me my job, and a betrayal by a former friend has now cost me thousands...court costs, loss of horses. Burned out 3 cars.
I am cursed. Everything is going against me, and there seems to be nothing to do about it.
The person who betrayed me in 2007 continued to befriend me...hiding her double-faced betrayal until I learned about it a few days ago. My wife broke her leg, is unable to work -- where does that leave us? In the gutter unless we can sell this place and move on. Chances? I don't know, but it doesn't look good right now.
Harrassed by the cops. Stymied by the State. betrayed and broken beyond belief. Tired and tearful. The curse continues...I want OUT.
Don't give me crap about "Self-fulfilling prophecy," do you understand? I had no idea it would continue for 36 years. And I am TIRED of it.
The only way to beat the curse ... is a way I don't want to take.
Maybe my poem, "Opposites" will explain it, but I shall use only the conclusion of the poem for you to determine what is going on.
"Yet turn I did from evil, but much to my despair --
when I turned around --
God was no longer there.
Today, it's death's reflief I seek
and yet I know full well:
There will never be relief --
Just th'eternal flames of Hell."
Friday, February 20, 2009
When you can't trust your friends
At my last job, a 10 year friend (or should I say whom I considered a
friend) stabbed me in the back. Determined never to let it get me down, I
swore to myself that it would never happen again.
NOW, I find that someone whom I considered a very close friend -- a
beautiful spirit, wonderful person, has done the same, almost to the day of
betrayal. And I find out about it TWO YEARS AFTER THE FACT.
It is frustrating ... When you can't even trust someone whom you have
considered a friend. It hurts.
Just another Benedict Arnold in the crowd. Just another Judas getting 30
pieces of silver. And what I had believed -- an illusion horribly shattered
A friendship broken beyond my capacity to forgive. I cannot forgive this
person for the betrayal. I will try, but God's love is not infinite within
me.
And to think, I might never have found out, if I hadn't asked for just one
thing. One little thing to determine how strong something was. One little
thing .. A piece of paper -- that I asked for. A file with some information
...I needed to determine how I could proceed. Well, I found out all right.
And I found that another Judas had ripped out my heart while another was
stabbing me in the back.
I will survive. I will heal. I will try to forgive this person, but I know
I will not be able to do so.
You can't trust the police. You can't trust the professionals. You can't
trust the Clergy (Ask any Catholic who was sexually abused). That leaves
Friends and Family. Unfortunately, I find that some Friends cannot be
trusted, either.
I'm putting this person on notice. This person can come clean with me about
the betrayal, or not. I'm giving one week for this person to come clean. I
don't want an explanation, just an admission. That will, at least, be the
foundation for trying to rebuild trust. However, I suspect that the person
will never admit the betrayal. I'd love to be proved wrong. But I suspect
the person has no spine...no guts.
When you are betrayed...whether by a confident, health professional, or
friend...or worse, a family member -- It makes me realize how alone we
really are. And just how cowardly our "friends" really are.
Are you listening, Beatrice? HELLO. Paging Beatrice Arnold!
(Yes, I'm quoting Gilligan's Island.) Gilligan, to Ginger: "Boy, you think you know
someone and it turns out to be a Beatrice Arnold," Ginger: "Beatrice
Arnold?" Gilligan: "Well, you sure don't look like a Benedict."
Guess what? Now that I know who reported this thing, it tells me who
started this... The original complainant....yes, Beatrice... Yes, it was YOU
You can get me out of jail.
Thanks a whole F***ing bunch.
friend) stabbed me in the back. Determined never to let it get me down, I
swore to myself that it would never happen again.
NOW, I find that someone whom I considered a very close friend -- a
beautiful spirit, wonderful person, has done the same, almost to the day of
betrayal. And I find out about it TWO YEARS AFTER THE FACT.
It is frustrating ... When you can't even trust someone whom you have
considered a friend. It hurts.
Just another Benedict Arnold in the crowd. Just another Judas getting 30
pieces of silver. And what I had believed -- an illusion horribly shattered
A friendship broken beyond my capacity to forgive. I cannot forgive this
person for the betrayal. I will try, but God's love is not infinite within
me.
And to think, I might never have found out, if I hadn't asked for just one
thing. One little thing to determine how strong something was. One little
thing .. A piece of paper -- that I asked for. A file with some information
...I needed to determine how I could proceed. Well, I found out all right.
And I found that another Judas had ripped out my heart while another was
stabbing me in the back.
I will survive. I will heal. I will try to forgive this person, but I know
I will not be able to do so.
You can't trust the police. You can't trust the professionals. You can't
trust the Clergy (Ask any Catholic who was sexually abused). That leaves
Friends and Family. Unfortunately, I find that some Friends cannot be
trusted, either.
I'm putting this person on notice. This person can come clean with me about
the betrayal, or not. I'm giving one week for this person to come clean. I
don't want an explanation, just an admission. That will, at least, be the
foundation for trying to rebuild trust. However, I suspect that the person
will never admit the betrayal. I'd love to be proved wrong. But I suspect
the person has no spine...no guts.
When you are betrayed...whether by a confident, health professional, or
friend...or worse, a family member -- It makes me realize how alone we
really are. And just how cowardly our "friends" really are.
Are you listening, Beatrice? HELLO. Paging Beatrice Arnold!
(Yes, I'm quoting Gilligan's Island.) Gilligan, to Ginger: "Boy, you think you know
someone and it turns out to be a Beatrice Arnold," Ginger: "Beatrice
Arnold?" Gilligan: "Well, you sure don't look like a Benedict."
Guess what? Now that I know who reported this thing, it tells me who
started this... The original complainant....yes, Beatrice... Yes, it was YOU
You can get me out of jail.
Thanks a whole F***ing bunch.
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