We all, well, most of us, have a spouse whom we love and cherish. And kids. So why do I seem to be the only one whose wife and family gets attacked on blogs?
I think we can all come to an understanding that I would cut you up, and have sex with your internal organs, and kill you, in that order, if you said certain things to my face. And if you actually had the temerity to violate the sanctity of my home, I would eradicate your DNA from the pool. As you hung in coils of razor wire, and watched.
You really don't want to meet my inner demon.
The wife keeps me sane. For some reason, she loves me, and shows it, and cools off the inner fire in me with cool spring water...
So why do all the 'good Christians' attack her, in some lame, misguided attempt to strike at me?
They attack my Baby Daughter, too, and my crippled son. I shake my head in disbelief.
I don't think my sister ever saw what happened, but long and long ago, at the bus stop, when I was little, and she was littler, some boys made fun of her for being crippled. I waited until she was safely on the bus, and then beat those boys nigh on to death, and the only thing that saved them was that I was young, and hadn't learnt how to kill. Yet.
There are some insults that must not be allowed. Screw dueling, that is for Gentlemen. A proper savage will do just that. Savage. If you do not care to win, don't enter the ring. Once in, fight until one of you is dead.
A couple of you have spoken to the wife on the phone. You've heard her rich, husky laugh, and just the sound of her voice has chased the shadows away, made plants bud, and the sun break out from the clouds...
Now imagine her singing. Now add in Johnny and Nat, accompanying on Tinkertoy can with sticks, and Barbie piano.
I ask for neither quarter, or mercy, expecting none; I just want those of you with feelings, to feel bad.
It's not what you say about me and mine that counts, it is what you say says about you.