I just read some anger and refusal to go along over at FireDogLake-people saying no!! I refuse to go along. These are good, sober people who qualify for housing loans but who are getting fucked never the less and who are outraged by the tricks we can see with the bailouts. Most people don't read the kind of news I love but more and more do as they are driven to pulling out their hair in attempts to meet ridiculous demands to pay for houses that have lost 1/2 their value. I am praying that we won't get misdirected with some type of explosion or murder or some "natural disaster". We so much have to get back to basics get back to life and we have been played for suckers for so long by idiots who think that a $1400 trash receptacle is reasonable or for that matter that the money spent to to develop white phospherous weapons or biological weapons is reasonalbe. We have to grow up. Any extra money we generate we should use to rebuild Iraq and Gaza. Perhaps we could send the killers to hospital for treatment (pipe dreaming here I know).
So I gave up on the people I loved in my 20's-too much time has passed and we grew in different ways. This applies to Kimn but also to Joyce-I finally "got over" her. Jeez how abusive and she never even knew . Good-bye to all of that and all of the push-pull crap. she betrayed me over and over and I just never gave in. Kimn part of the strong included middle class never really understood how outside I was. I just never could forgive her for that astrolger fiend of hers who was so angry with me and so competitive and Kimn was either unconscious of what was going on or agreed that I needed to be punished.
I should have started a new paragraph with Kimn above-oh well I will get Steve to show me how. I just wanted to get it down what my beef was with Kimn instead of always being so conscious of what her complaints were about me,so conscious of her that I couldn't ever hear myself.
Always rejected by the girls of the middle-class-just not one of them
Don't want to go deeper and deeper just want to acknowlege what was going on with me