Your angry at a woman who sells her body because she joined the sleeper cells and is going to attack you tommorow? I think selling my body is essential to my survival. I mean, If I do not sell my time and self-respect to work, I don't get paid. I can't hate myself about it. I'm the guy behind the counter, Its OK to ridicule them, it seems to me that some feel and teach. I have people mock me and ridicule me, and then I have to home and keep it to myself. My wife and son are both sick. They can't help. Then I have to get up and allow myself to be ridiculed and mocked the next day. Then go home, and try to be unaffected. I can't hate myself like they try to, the customers.

The way I feel these days, if they come and decide to process me, for whatever reason, I'll remain calm and say, "where have you guys been, your late." I will embrace their hell. I am in my home, it is their loss. I'm their last hope for hope from what appears to me to be a very, very alone and guilt filled and painful future of forever for evil doers in this world today. The choice is theirs. I can be a natural resource, or me. I can't choose for them. If they tie me to a stake to burn alive, I'll sing. I'll rejoice. I'll express my love and gratitude to all that has sustained and nurtured me in my life, thus far. I'll express to the world how wonderful she is. I'll love her till my dieing breath, and I will die without regret in my heart.

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