My War Against Men
This is an ongoing story.
Today two Jesus lovers got strafed three times. I gotta upload the video. I screamed at them that I was tired of hearing about their cocksucker savior. While they were on the radio in the front of The Fountain.
Love doing that. Jesus the fairy tale is an easy target. Like this jackass behind me who didn't get the hint I an evesdropper got to git! from the girl he's talking to.
Took him about 3 extra minutes to leave her alone than she wanted.
He's gone now.
Ranger Smith at Jellystone (The Park) yelled at me mildly for being late getting out.
Except I wasn't late. I was early. Cause he was early. Telling me I was late.
Second pig this evening giving me garbage about arbitrary park rules. Why kegless, is your Park, ladies? Sounds fun to me. With beer pong of course. Michael Bloomberg can pay for the parties.
A lot of them. To the tune of 100 billion.
First a rent-a-loser at Bryant Park told me to not stand in the grass. I was very carefully not standing in the ivy on the unplanted earth. He over-told me. I do what men with authority say 'cause jail sucks. But when they over-tell me as if I wasn't in process of obeying I get angry.
A girl with a gun can over-tell me all day.
The Bryant Park piglet got told to get away from me while he could. He got angry I didn't respect his authoritie. So he threatened me with trouble. So did I.
"This going to end badly. For you. I am running for Congress."
He believed me and ran to his piglet friend. Both said no weed in Bryant Park. Which is Yankee as hell.
Back to The! Park. Warshington Square in Mountaineer. Where fun is legal till 11:55pm. Enter second cocksucker.
I have an accurate watch. I know how long it takes me to pack. I got three blocks away all packed at 12:00.
I left at 11:55. After being made to feel as if I was breaking the law. Pig even threatened me with a trespassing whatever. I wasn't late.
Rules obeyed as I do shouldn't be repeated to me by boys with badges. They will get the message to stop. That first one... he was sorry.
Assholes with authority that are male bug me because... 'cause they can. They got that arrest power they ain't keeping. See "Defanging the Police".
The Bryant Park one was a whole degree of system seperation from cuffing me. He coulda only called for NYPDbackup. And I could and will if repeated convince them he the rent-a-loser was a baby for calling them.
But it didn't come to that. He left me an out. 'Cause he was... he did the best thing for his career. 'Cause if the cops had been called, I wouldn'ta gone to jail. And then in the morning, I would have emailed the whole city government, calling that particular employee something accurate embarrassing and deadly.
Local subway service sucks. It's taking 50% longer.
Sorry girls. I am in a great mood! You cheer me up. Whenever I hear a lady voice I am happy. More the merrier. But boys are everywhere. And if I kill them all then I won't get a moment's peace with my favorite one of you.
You have to tell me you are my favorite, is the catch. See flirting is fun but only for you when you want it. So be bold! and tell me in Southern American English "let's go to my place". Or "for a walk". Whatever. Wherever. Sex optional. Fun assured.
-Alex
