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I could give a shit, too. Either people are being quite rude or I am more read and disliked than even I thought. Of course, Logan IS a college town. Such a heretic, at least by secular testing, must be an outrage to have in their very presence. No worries though, as soon as I am better I will leave them to their earthly hell. It is my hope, one way or another, to live long enough to see feminism absolutely, utterly, and for centuries, crushed like the world destroyer it is. That will do away with the rest of liberal nonsense for the most part, as well. Nothing anyone can do will change my views. So don't even think your hard skank old butt stares are going to even make me think anything other than that you wasted your life, you old broad. Young dames that try to play that game end up flirting with me, and blushing hard. *grins* God, thank you, some parts of my life I absolutely love. *H...H...H...hooooowwwllll!* I have noticed that men have decided to keep their uppity attitudes where they belong... out of my business.
I made it to the pool but kept having the open lanes stolen by people. After an hour and a half, and what looked like the entrance of a swim team, I simply headed out. Next week, before I change, I am going to ask about the rules and explain the problem. One young guy asked to share a lane, then overstayed, he came in after me. One old woman who came in after me got in outside of a lane, then took over the one beside her when that came free. I only have so much time, for many reasons. I do wonder if my posts are getting on people's nerves. Personally I hope so. They need to begin rethinking the new paradigm about to hit them. Even if they don't believe, they will. It is best to get them exposed, so when it hits them they will be able to identify what is happening.
I got a bunch of other things done today, though. I found the receipts and returned all of the extra, wrong sized, belts. I then took one my jackets in for repair. It has a tear in the sleeve lining. I then picked up enough tobacco for a month or two. Then I took my friend shopping. His sister is ill. Then we went to his apartment and watched a movie.
While I am upset about missing swimming, I didn't quit. While getting ragged on by stupid fuck liberals is annoying, it won't stop me speaking the truth, pushing for people to think, while I prepare to leave. And I still got a bunch of my little tasks list completed. All good. Hopefully swimming, and my first lesson, will happen Monday. I may tinker with the cords this weekend, just to see what it is all about. If nothing else it is all I have for the moment, for home. And I need some exercise!
Later, perhaps good night.
I doubt anyone but me and a handful of your regulars are reading here, plus the occasional lost Googler.
ReplyDeleteYou could always install Site Meter (free) and see for yourself...
I've had sitemeter. It isn't any better. When Jean would comment, and some of the others, they wouldn't show up. I am finally getting Blogger's accounting to show some visitors, from your site oddly. If I'm pretty sure you don't visit 30 times at the same time from your site(s).
ReplyDeleteI haven't found a visitor counter that catches everyone. Come on, Jean is not using tech to hide her visits (if I think some are).
There are too many times where locals, my family, and a few friends already know when I am talking about something very obscure I wrote on my blog. I am read, just how read I don't know.
I guarantee completely strange to you strange women don't, when walking at a cross angle to you in a store, stare you down with absolute hate in their eyes for no reason under God's green earth, with similar events all through several days (with a few exceptions, which were quite positive). It just doesn't happen, or at least not out here in the boonies (for a college town, Logan is a boonie college town).
Now, I might be a bit paranoid. If I would contend that, at this point, and test it away. I am hyper aware though, or try to be, especially when out. But I am not an idiot, nor do I confuse when people come at me with even merely psychic aggression. That IS my area. Beyond, psychic is the first step toward physical, and I know it when I see it.
Think what you like, I know I am read. And, at the moment, unpopular for it.
Actually, when I wrote the post about 'go hard or go home', I was... testing. And, yes, it did change things. Men simply quit the game. I haven't had a man stare me down since. Women? Women are women. Few have known the physical aspects of the world. But I tell you this, if one attacks, I will paddle her ass, hard, even if it means explaining things to a judge.
ReplyDeleteThe truth has a way of coming out in court and I am pretty sure most women wouldn't risk trying to explain WHY they got paddled. And, after the paddling, I would call the law. And I can easily help a judge understand that if I had, as I am legally allowed, taken the matter as a literal assault, my legally allowed responses might have landed the woman in the hospital or morgue... that I WAS being quite merciful.
Treat a child like a child, a man like a man, and a woman as she chooses.