Sometimes the world isn't what it seems...
And sometimes you just have to go with the flow...
And sometimes . . . you just have to rebel against...
You don't have to be blown up by some Jihad MOTHER F***ING IDIOT to experience terrorism in your life.
The wife who gets hit in the face because "DINNER ISN'T ON THE GODDAMNED TABLE WHEN I GET HOME FROM WORK". That's terrorism.
The child who get beaten because he or she just happens to make a mistake in his/her pants...
"HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO HOLD IT IN UNTIL I GET YOU TO A GODDAMNED TOILET?" That's terrorism.
The husband who does so much for his wife and, when she gets home from her job, berates him for not doing all of the things on HER list of things to do, FOR HIM. Even though he worked his eight hours that day. "DID YOU CALL, DID YOU CLEAN, DID YOU DO THIS, DID YOU DO THAT?" That's terrorism. That's fucking terrorism.
And, like those in the towers on 9/11...we can't get out...we just wait for the collapse of the building...and pray for a better life.
Until then, I remain,