"Of course I know it's ridiculous, because I want more revenge than what's possible." --Sigourney Weaver, Death and the Maiden.
I had forgotten the name of Daily Beast's "crazy racist", and when his news letter came in I said what fucking literary journal is this now? And then remembered Spencer = a desperate disabled woman's need for change, desperate need for a hand that isn't wrapped around a Medicaid waiver.
I know exactly zip about Richard, and if it wasn't for media carnage scavenging bones bare for gossip and bits, I would not have Googled him and sent a would be cultist a poorly spelled post with my main mantra since breaking my wedding engagement: I want out, I want out, and other than revenge on her sinewy spastic carcass, this is my remaining passion, an out while I am still cognizant to matter.
Spencer is an adept promotionalist-- as with anything online-- and he wants to sell his prognoscations on his thought crimes.
I am probably never going to break from the entitlement system ever again, and if you think my hatred of Ms. Dezenski and Liberty Resources is extreme, you need to remember that from 99 to 08 I tried to keep re-matriculating and kept taking blow after blow with one shiftless attendant after another. You've also followed my worthless effort to aggregate for Examiner. Getting beaten down repeatedly while women like Linda get away with because they can, an example of how radicalism festers in the first place.
I'm not a supremacist in the tradition of David Duke-- not quite, but I will come back to my badminton contest with labels, as I'm hurried over groceries.
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