It's incredible how many failures and nobodies have advanced their careers by abusing me.

They don't care about the Wet Floor signs everywhere.

They don't care about the Caution cones, or other signs and signals that are abused.

They don't care about all of the taxpayer money that gets spent--millions of dollars by now--for fake projects that are only meant to promote the conglomerate's hideous agenda.

They don't care about all of the harm that they inflict on others.

I have NEVER BEFORE seen such ignorant and selfish people.  I thought that I had already encountered some of the worse, not the worst, but the worse things that life has to offer; I had, but none of it prepared me for the neverending conglomerate parade of greed, selfishness, stupidity, and destructive behavior.

In addition to all of that, they are proud of what they've done, and they continue to tell themselves and other people that I'm the one who's bad, and that what they're doing to me is just what I deserve.

There. No swearing in that.  How about a few other words, some of which you've heard me say before?

Vicious.

Hateful.

Heedless

Pathetic.  No, you are pathetic; no amount of money causes people who are this horrible to be, ultimately, something other than pathetic.  It could be that nothing that I think should happen ever does, that the conglomerate wins about everything, and my life continues toward the path of total ruin that you have never stopped trying to turn it into.  That would mean that evil, STUPID, HATEFUL, VICIOUS, PATHETIC LOSERS were able to harm other people, because there were more of them and they had more power, AND THAT'S THE ONLY THING IT WOULD MEAN!

Then, of course, there are the people who already were successful, who have also advanced their careers by abusing me.  I don't even know a word for that; no more than I'll ever know, I hope, what it's like to be someone who would do that. 

I don't hate you because you've won.  It's not jealousy that causes me to LOATHE you.  You're wrong, and you've won; that's what my anger is about.  That you don't know how deserving of contempt you are, and why, is part of why you deserve it. 


Copyright L. Kochman, January 12, 2014 @ 9:12 a.m.