Every now and then I like to write directly to the bloggers; I read what is written and it offers an insight into several forms of psychosis, it tells me you’re not all locked up, some of you got out maybe a bit too early. Many of you drink a lot of cheap beer and are smoking the funny papers. But when all is said and done…more will be said than done. You are all kind of harmless, over ninety percent of you suffer some degree of frustration because your life is in the toilet, you’ve never really achieved what you think you deserve and you are quick to strike out against anything and everything that might offer you even a modicum of relief from the dead end your destined to remain in.
Your biggest enemy is the calender, you watch the days roll past and you know this is it for you, many of you have missed the last bus and are now standing by the side of the road wondering what happened. You trudged to work day after day and hate the man, in truth you hate anyone who wears a clean shirt and shines his or her shoes.
The Globe won’t let you in unless you give up all your information which some of you do but then you come here under a fake name to get the bile out of your stomach. But after you let it out…look around you, you are still who you were before and where you were, nothing is changing for you. You look under a magnifying glass for any speck to cling to, any criticism no matter how insignificant as long as it helps you to vomit the envy that permeates every fiber in your body.
I know that when some of you defend, or should I say try to defend the mayor, it’s not so much to defend him, which is impossible, but rather an opportunity to slam me. I say go for it….I’m throwing the red meat into your cage right now, I am feeding the beast inside of you, I am pumping the adrenaline in your veins to muster up your real hate; that hate that is stored for special occasions like this…this is your desert course, so clean your plates, eat it all…….today your mommy is letting you ride the merry-go-round, a ride you never got off.
This is your real drug so fill your lungs, take a deep breath and ride that pony.
And for those who don’t belong in this category, sorry for this necessary interruption but every now and then it helps to open a few windows to get the smell out……..
Peter Children
Wow Pete-take a break, or better yet take a pill.
Nice self psychoanalysis.
One of your best Peter. I am going to leave it at that and take a short break from pounding on our mayor. You are right, thanks to his constant actions it has become too easy a target. But I am still look forward to his next blunder and whatever the defense team will try to muster up.
Petey, Psychotherapists have a name for what you are doing here. It is called “transference.” It is the unconscious tendency to assign to others in one’s present environment feelings and attitudes associated with one’s own life and shortcomings. Google it, or better yet, ask your shrink about it.
Sunlight is the best disinfectant — Thanks again Peter!!
This is funny sh*t hahahahaha. Way to call out the losers!
FINALLY!! An article that is nothing but the truth and also doesn’t involve false information!! Thank you!! 🙂