how many times do you have to fail before you FINALLY get the fucking picture? how many times will it take? this is a serious question one must ask when watching and listening to the simple shit that goes on in the world around them. i had such a moment today where i had to clamp my shout-hole and just think to myself:
"why hasn't this reject just given the fuck up and taken out the entire family in a house-fire?!"
it isn't bad enough that i've had the displeasure of knowing this person for quite some time, oh no, but i also know the in's and out's of their patheticly flawed existance. i don't mean flawed in the sense that they have a mole or a club foot or even a missing limb, but flawed in the sense that they set the stage for their own disappointment and downfall just by listening to their own reasoning and trying desperately to ACTUALLY think. let me put some FACTS out there so you, the word junkies, can decide if you agree or disagree.
#1. first major relationship resulted in marriage and a child being born to a half-assed lazy father who would later be accused of rape and found not guilty due to some technicality in the court system that states "if you're married in the state of @#$! you can't rape your wife". this is followed by a divorce and joint custody...or at least visitation with the child.
(i didn't make the law, so don't blame me or rant about it.)
#2. female in question met a new guy. she dated and fucked him even though he was still technically married because he was too lazy to go through with the divorce to, his then, wife. the screwing continued and behold: a second child is born.
(just because there are two baby daddies doen't mean anything)
#3. baby daddy number 2 is: a womanizer, liar, mentally abusive twat and thought that hari-kari was a suitable solution to loss of employment and being a downright failure as a person. he also pulled a Maury and said "man, that baby ain't mine", knowing good and well that it was.
#4. baby daddy 1 and baby daddy 2 are now friends. two pussy farts in a pod, reunited at last.
the female in question speaks volumes about how she loves her kids and blah blah blah but this is what my question and reasoning is on the matter:
if you love your kids so much, you wouldn't have had the second one. you would've been dedicated to nurturing the first child with all your might, instead of fucking around with a still married guy and having his prick fill you with idiot juice, thus making yet another kid. i guess loving your kids means leaving them with someone else, for extended periods, to go out and fuck some dipshit who is still legally and religiously connected to another woman.
gosh, all this time i was mistaken as to what loving your kids is truly about? serves me right huh?
what kind of retarded, empty-headed, sperm catching, sorry-ass, unintelligent fucktard would be bold enough to state that they know what love really is?!
all of your relationships have failed.
you have become a home wrecker, even if it wasn't your fault to begin with, it is now.
you wonder off to dick around instead of being a full time parent.
i think if you spend the time to spread your legs and let someone fuck you, then you get pregnant and keep the kid, you should put your shit on hold and really take care of your kid(s). don't pawn them off on family member at every turn possible. don't make excuses because you have to work, pay bills, stop doing dumb shit AND be a parent too.
this is one of those times where i think the kids would really be better off dead than in the care of someone ignorant enough to fuck a married guy. if he's married and you let him fuck you and you get pregnant, do you really think he's going to man up and care about you or the kid?!
if the answer given was anything other than NO then you need to poison yourself and your family because that is the definition of MERCY killing.
this world is becoming a landfill of lousy, ignorant, fat, waste of space people.
someone please, sterilize us all.
i will gladly submit to mandatory sterilization, post haste.
Willingly Skeeting Blanks At Your Cervix,
Dax.
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