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16.11.2015

I am not a slave of old ugly bitches

I stand at the cash desk and the clerk puts a bank note on the counter for an elderly lady on my left. It falls down before my feet. I ignore it, because it does not concern me. The old lady at my right bows and picks it up.

She gives me a sinister glance. I become angry and fucking stare the bitch down.

Who do you think you are, hag?

Let me tell you.

You are old. You are ugly. You are fucking weak. I can probably kill you in a heartbeat.

Let me tell you more.

I am not a slave of weak, old and ugly things like you. And if you even dare to insinuate such a thing with your accusing glance, expect my wrath.

But you think I should be helping you? Have compassion with your weakness?

Let me tell you something.

I choose freely when and to whom I will act altruistically. Nobody else tells me.

If you want me to help you, you better fucking ask for it. And ask for it in a manner that makes me want to have mercy with your pitiful state of being.

You think that your age and ugliness is a quality that I should appreciate? Wrong! It is a burden. A disease. And if you want me to bother and help you carry it, you better know how to ask.

You better ask me with a submissive tone of voice and appeal to my compassion. Show me some femininity that warms my heart. Some rare other old ladies can do it, so why can you not?

If you do that, I may just feel like helping you. But it is still no guarantee. Because I owe you nothing.

Tell me, you ugly wrinkled thing, what did you do for me?

Yeah, you made children. Fucking heroine.

But I will tell you what more you did.

You enjoyed women’s suffrage for most of your life. I bet that you always voted for those asshole leftists. I bet you always voted for those who are to coerce me into providing for you. I bet you voted for those who are stealing my money with high taxes and putting it in your pockets. I bet you voted for those that supported feminism and public schools, making my life as a man a living hell. I bet you are convinced that you are entitled to my goodwill, money and time.

Let me tell you.

You are not.

You went to those democratic mobsters and used your voice so that they can rob me. Because you think that you – as a woman – own me and my efforts. That you have the right to motherly look down on me and manage me. That you have the right to call me childish and vote for those restrictions of my freedom that are only good for myself.

And yet my childish manliness keeps you alive!

Let me tell you more.

You are a thief. You are a parasite. And a parasite does not demand. A parasite begs. A parasite better be very grateful for being kept alive.

You know what I would do with thiefs if no one stopped me?

I would kill them.

Yes, you read right. I would kill a parasite like you who does not show humility and respect towards me who sustains it.

You did nothing for me, you ugly old worm. You just walk the streets and look at whatever you do not like and cry: That is a no-no. I do not like that. Oh, how impolite!

Let me tell you, worm. You disgust me. You have nothing for me. Your days are counted.

You better start finding clever ways to persuade me if you want my help.

You better start finding ways to make me feel good about helping you.

Think you can skip that because I should feel good about helping you anyway?

Think again.

Or you are doomed.

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  • This was hilarious and awesome. I am still laughing =P

  • Harsh, but there certainly is a lesson here. Be the strong, or forever be at their mercy.

    • It is just a mind trick. You do not need their mercy; they need yours.

  • Prophet

    It is obvious (and tragic) you grew up without a father.

    I’m sure you would do excellently in a more lawless time, as a highwayman maybe, or today as a gang member or inmate.

    As a functioning member of society though, busily rebelling against your society by targeting its weakest members, you display for all who look what you are yourself.

    As expected, a quick scan of your other posts shows a bitter, misanthropic man surrounded by the wretched takers and crazies he attracts with his behavior.

    I hope with time you heal.

    • Your assessment is quite correct. And still compassionate. Thank you.

      Though, I must protest against the ‘weakest members’ concept. These ladies are indeed wretched and in no way innocent. They are the enslavers of free souls, with their guilt tripping and shaming. They deserve everything I throw at them. As I attract them, they attract my wrath. Those who treat me well, I – in the least – do not lash out against.

      I will heal. Will I be a functioning member of society? I do not know. I am not sure I care to. But I will not obstruct my soul if that is what will be its will.

  • CaliDan

    I can’t help but feel this sentiment towards old people in general. They ushered in feminism and multiculturalism. They voted year after year for more ss taxes so they could live lavishly in retirement. They shoved all this down our throats yet they’ll blame all societys current problems on the younger generation.

    • Still have not quite solved my daddy issues, so I can not see older men quite as clearly as I can see women. With time, I reckon I will share your sentiments.

      • Micah Geni

        1 more issue you need to solve.

        You cannot fucking live alone. No one can. Sometimes we just have to, but we know there are better ways.

        You need to allow yourself to be more vurnerable and needy, but yet with boundaries. So you need that trust in yourself, that those boundaries will still be there, even when you’re vurnerable.
        First then, will you really appreciate to meet someone who respect your both for the person you are, and for your weakness and who also respects your boundaries.

        “Parents” are always weird. They will always be. With the good comes the bad, and the other way too.

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  • Sweetpea Chickpea

    whoa you lack compassion, warm that heart up a bit

    • Yah? Tell that to those old hags. Where’s their compassion when they chastise everyone for whatever bullshit reason they can come up with?