This info was sent to me by John N., a reader. I’m posting it here on my blog for women who might need help, especially here in Las Vegas where prostitution is happening to very young girls. If you’re a woman and need help, here’s how to get help – http://the-wellhouse.org/
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Nothing depressing today. Don’t want to mess anyone’s Father’s Day. To those men who are fathers, enjoy your special day. You fathers don’t realize how very special you are to your daughters and sons, especially your daughters. We women judge other men by the way our fathers treated us. If we had a nasty father, we’re usually attracted to men who will do the same. If a father was a good father, we tend to find a really good man to marry. So you fathers are very important to how a girl sees other men. We judge men by the standards set by our fathers. So, fathers, you are very important in our lives. Don’t think you aren’t because we’re girls and you’re a man. You probably think that you’re only important to your sons, but a girl needs her father’s attention as much as sons do.
Happy Father’s Day to men everywhere. As fathers you’re very important, so don’t forget that!
And to my father who passed away years ago, miss and love you.
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Sunday morning. I used to love Sunday mornings. It was a day to relax. A day not to worry about anything. To read the newspaper, especially the magazine and comic sections. It was a day to have a really good breakfast. On Sundays calories didn’t count. I could have anything I felt like eating. I could have bacon, donuts, eggs, french toast, big glass of juice, and drink as much coffee as I felt like drinking. It was a day to do absolutely nothing and luxuriate in not getting dressed.
I haven’t had a normal Sunday in years. I’m always taking care of some problem, or trying to get my computer into working shape.
This morning, for instance, I spent two hours plus trying to fix my computer. Of course, it’s still not working right. And the idiot that is working as a hacker today has already deleted what I’ve typed.
I imagine it’s a man who is doing the hacking. I know women do hacking, too, but most of the hackers are men.
I’d to take my foot and put it right where it hurts the idiot, and I would do it over and over until he would be yelling at me to stop. And I don’t care if they write me up for writing this. I can just see them now saying that I’m going to beat someone up.
What they do to us is torture, and they’re going to complain about being hit in a certain spot! Aren’t they all such girls?
I bet they wouldn’t be able to handle what we targets have to put up with every day. They’d probably be crying about how everything hurts. They’d probably have to call their mommies “Mommy, some nasty woman hurt me. Mommy, she really hurt me. Oh, poor thing. My heart breaks for all of them.
They act as if they’re so strong. So in command of their lives. Sure, they are. If they were in command of their lives, they’d have a soul and act like human beings. But they’re not humans. I don’t know what to call these things that walk around on two feet and are supposed to be human. Human, they’re not. It is an alien thing that tortures human beings for absolutely no reason at all.
I miss my Sundays and want them back. Sundays are for relaxing, not for fighting a war.
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