When I was a kid, I was far more empathetic to others than most. To this day I am, I become rather empassioned at times. This is something I admit to. I have causes, issues, and things I will fight for.

Words and art are my weapons. This is the way I tell the stories, the movements that I want to help. This is my way.

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When Will YOU Fight?

From Me Here.

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away rights, under a social and moral pretext.
Dissolving a union made for
the sole purpose of expressing devotion to another.
When will you fight?
When will you look beyond difference?
When can you put aside the silly
little things that bother you so badly about another, to stand up for them?
Under the guise of religion "of love", you have been fooled.
You quote
scripture yet when will you practice what you preach?
When the faceless
masses go after you? Or your child?

I remained silent

When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I was not a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.

Image via Wikipedia I am brutally sick and tired of the trite nonsense that is concidered news in todays time. To hell with it all. To be frank, I am sick of all the midless sheep crap.

So the hell what if this famous person boinked that one. Who really cares?

Seriously, what happened to degenerate society to this degree anyway? I mean, we have dolls that look like hookers and hookers and cost 2,000 boinking politicians. Wee...

Then this bs gets plastered all over the news so it gets collectively shoved down out throats.

And you take it.
And you will take it.

You won't stand up.
You'll sit there and take it for how long?

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I Don't Care MEANS I Don't Care

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Then again who can really tell now a days? Perhaps, oh I don't know things can be construed kinda weird.

Apparently, other than being a bit off my rocker (in a good way) my friend came to me, concerned. Worried. A bit spazzy.

Thinking this was a big deal, I carefully prodded and wondered what ever could be wrong.

"________" (my ex's name here) is out."

I sighed. Heavily.

I readied myself to lash out as I have been doing. Instead, I turned and walked, quickly away. Grim with the realization my friend, well- wasn't anymore.

Does this not sound like high school drama?

People don't seem to understand, I just don't want to hear it. At. All. Ever. Again. Yet, they persist.

Chugga Chugga

Drama, drama, drama.

YAY! Now, we can talk right? Act all kiss kiss, hug hug and backstabbing, like sisters/ brothers / combination there in! I would like to think you, my fine reader and myself really are that close! It's a digital bitchfest after all.

You get to read my ever so fine complaints, nodding silently and understanding, The fact is, I get it!

Occasionally, you post up comments letting me know how you feel, how mean and bitchey I am, (out of LOVE!) and we kiss and make up. That's why I love you my readers! Then again, sometimes you tell me I'm *gasp* right. My ego thank you for that.

Okay, if anyone has some interesting topics for me to blend and mold into my wonderful style of writing- Let me know. I'd be happy to be lazy I mean, write about what you want.

Use these- Comment Below.



If I like your suggestion, I'll give you both

a.) Digi-Cookies

b.) Internet points.

Both let you be redeemed in the comments section. I can totally do that now. Sin and I'll forgive you! (No? Darn)

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Not Quite Dire Yet

Image via Wikipedia My post from the other day is a bit more "on point" than I'd care to admit right now. I just received word from my lawyer. I'm beyond frustrated.

I just don't know what the hell to do right now. No. Idea. At. All.

And now my ex is playing hide and seek, which is going to cost me even more.

I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. At all.

Don't mistake this for anything other than what it is. A struggle, yes. I've overcome so much more, I know this is just a roadblock that will be temporary. Admittedly, things are feeling a bit "dark" right now.

Why does he have to make this all so much worse?

Confess!

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General Confession Post:
Comment Below. Anonymous or not.

Dugger Spawn

It seems like the most wonderful thing ever huh? Breeding yourself dead.
Well what could be worse, how about an Obnoxious commenter? Yay!

Even better? Well, I wouldn't want to spoil that surprise so read the comments here:
Dugger Spawning Again

People overcome horrible things everyday. Others seemingly do nothing more than flounder a bit, struggling daily in their lives. There are also people who fit into the latter category and hold jobs that make it seem that they are indeed important. Then there are the people like Ma and Pa there, only purposed in like seemingly is breeding.

I just had to post about this.

Those wacky shenanigans!

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Phred Phelps Zombie?

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I read a bit on these "people". At times I do catch myself about to reply to the random posts on the 'net but I hold it back.

Aren't they just well.. something? true lovers (of what I have no idea, hatred? Having a foul outlook and mouths?) Although, there is a saying that there is good in anyone, what exactly is theirs?

I'm big on freedom of speech. I also don't want to misconstrue something said and sully it to hell. These folks however take that right on out of me, and make me wish for muzzles.

Unfortunately, that what knee jerk responses do, at least for me. I'd love the irony on someone doing a happy jig on the elder Phelp's grave (you know the one that kinda looks like a Zombie).

That wouldn't be nice though.. True maybe, but not nice.

He does look like a Zombie though.



I have seen this family from the boondocks for a long time now, yet- they never cease to horrify me. If life is indeed a game, I think they lost already...

As you can probably tell, I'm tired- But here's a nice consolation.

Click Here (a wee bit NSFW but barely.) Funny as heck though.

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Misery Needs Company

Image by origamidon via Flickr Life really doesn't always turn out as expected, things go nuts at the eleventh hour. That's life and it happens. "Mistakes" do happen. If you learn from them, no harm no foul right?

With me so far right? Ok good.

There are options in modern days there weren't before. Back in the day, a wife couldn't leave her husband if he was a cheating, abusing sob. Now we can. All around a good thing. For the most part, yeah there are a lot of divorces. There are a lot of people who just shouldn't get married in the first place. At. All. Those toxic couples that only bring each other down further along a path of destruction.

There are also some mates who are well... How you say...

..Nice word for this?

Psychotic. We'll go with psychotic.

Right now, in my toolbar there are a lot of other bloggers' posts on men cheating. A lot.

I've seen all those stories. Maybe not those specific one's but they are all generally the same idea with different words. None really list the reason my ex cheated. Nope, he did it ($18,000 worth of it) to mess with me (seriously how egotistical does that sound?!). That method of his stopped working a while ago. Now, he find little things he can do. Yeah, I wish I were kidding there too.

We are smack dab in the middle of our divorce, and he's STILL trying to screw with my head.

What purpose that could possibly serve? I. Have. No. Idea.

He's not fighting me on any of it. He just wants nothing to do with me or our chid. That part is fine. I'm not a clinger, I have absolutely no emotional ties anymore. Yet there he is, continuing on with his mind games. REALLY bad mind games. They range from simly a-hole type things, to OMFG are you actually serious here?! Type things. I just have absolutely no reactions I can't bring myself to even react to him anymore.

Venting isn't something I have the luxury of in my "everyday" life. It's hard to find someone to talk to, no many people can really wrap their brains around the bull. This is further than what people have actual people have any kind of experience in.

Newsflash Teh Gays Are Taking Over

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Evil nature! Evil animals! Evil Gays! Wait what?

Well through a very careful deduction, gays are apparently the most evil thing in the world. I just found that out too. Go figure.

I don't really "get it" but you know who does? That's right California. Yep, they "get" moral fiber there. Those wacky Californians with their Prop 8's really get it.

Yeah, I know I just started this blog and already, here I am going off course. We will be going back to you're ex related programming soon- Don't Fret.

I don't "get" the logic in all of this. I just don't. I am not afraid to admit to that, but what the hell is the big deal anyway. So the heck what if they want to be as miserable as the rest of us (this is the EX blog after all, no sunny out look on eternal married bliss here). So what?

Honestly the only argument I've heard is something about it being disgusting and immoral. Am I really the only one who see's something abso-frikken-lutely hysterical in that? I know I'm not. I happen to think a lot of things are "disgusting" but those things still remain perfectly hunky dory.

For instance- Viagra and it's commercials. Atrocious. Horrifying. The mental imagery this brings up in my brain is the stuff of nightmares. Yet, that's legal? Blech. Lemonpary might have been the root of all this. (DO NOT Google that.)

No, this really isn't a "laughing" type matter. I know that. That's still the way I deal with things that drive me nuts. It's how I am.

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Repost of Just Another Divorce Statistic

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I'm taking a momentarily lapse in my normal posting, which are ever so eloquently complaining about the wide world we live in. Instead, a more personal post. I am well aware that I have written about new school feminists. This time however, partially in the vein of fairness, partially due to the fact I have an ex man-child as an unfortunate albeit small part in my life.

Although, in truth I am indeed the one that had kicked him out. I am the one who is starting the divorce proceedings, and I am the one who will not give him anything in the way of emotions. So there is an understanding, I have no emotions or tolerance for this man left.

What to say about the ex of mine? Sadly, he is stunningly bland. His intellectual capacity is comparable best to perhaps a thimble with a hole at the bottom. Although, yes he is a rather "industrious" individual in this case industrious can only apply to suiting his own needs. He is a man of many vices, something it took me just over four years to fully see.

Unfortunately, I did marry him. Although that marriage only was so for about a month until he was deployed. No, he faced no unimaginable horrors. He had no contact with any atrocities, he was merely in Africa, guarding a gate for seven months. (Although, personally I am not still bound by OPSEC, I won't divulge much out of respect of the service.) While he was gone, I played the role of typical military spouse. I sent along the care packages, I worried, I picked up his call when he managed to call. I tried to include him in my pregnancy, I was carrying our child and I gave birth while he was away.

So, pretty much the normal cookie cutter type thing.

When he came back midway for a funeral, he was still himself at first. Complaints in one hand beer in the other so to speak. He started to be a bit controlling, at least I had started to notice it. He would grow angry due to the fact I was 6 months pregnant and I had no desire to stay out all night. I had no desire to "party". Something that should not have even been surprising considering I've never been the "party type". Yet, he would get quite angry with me because I had no desire to go to any casinos (I don't gamble), I wasn't wanting to go to clubs, I wasn't comfortable with him drinking heavily (I don't like drunk drivers).

I had no energy, as I was carrying a child in my womb.

He cheated on me for the first time on that mothers day, then again after he went back to his post. When he came back, he started immediately. He did not chose to stray with any type of actual relationship, rather he is insistent on "paying for dates" (what a thinly veiled attempt at saying prostitutes) which he did well over 40 times. I could easily respect the fact that he didn't want to be with me anymore, unfortunately he (and still is) making attempts to both justify and blame others for his behavior. You see, it is my fault he cheated due to the fact that well >insert a thousand reasons here<. This is, to be honest, rather typical behavior. It's also the "nicer" of the things he's done.

It is also completely sickening.

He managed to burn through 18 grand after he got back, in a matter of only a month or two. He became rather abusive to myself, he still to this day is making attempts to "set me off" he wants me angry. Although he attempts this in wholly confounding ways.

He gives absolutely no mind to our child, yet he refuses to sign over his rights. He gave me full custody, want to "pay child support", doesn't at all. To be blunt all of those things are to alleviate his own guilt. He chose his path, and is unhappy with the results. He expected me to "get over it" so we could "live happily ever after".

Such a winner.

Suffice it to say, I finally have freedom in my sights. I will be happy when this is all over, once and for all.

From my blog at Wordpress

As a note, I just want to keep this specific bitching seperate.

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Well Ok Then

Image via Wikipedia I'm an ex.
And Ex Wife. No, not one of those super angy pissy ones. Although granted I do have a million and one reasons to be pissy and angry. Alas- I am not. I am starting this blog for a reason however.

Are you an ex? Does your ex suck? Mine sure as hell does- VENT here. As anonymous as you would like.

I can't vent in real life, and that alone annoys me. The ex husband is well, a loser. I want other "First Wives" and yes, even the "First Husbands" to come here, comment. Whatever. It's theraputic.

..Or at least I'm told that.