Tuesday, March 09, 2004
lost a battle, winning the war
At the end of round 1, the score is: Ms. von Munchausen -- 1, The Good Doctor Noyz and The Wife -- 0
Funny, this isn't a game. Or it shouldn't be. Ms. von Munchausen is doing her sweet best to turn it into one. What a fucking cunt.
(and I know well the power of the "c" word, it's not one I throw around lightly.)
And it's sad. And it's scary. Not just a little scary, but really fucking scary because the life of The Boy has literally become the spoils for the victor.
And I have lots and lots of questions for the State Child Protection agency. Like for example, "What the fuck is wrong with you people?" or "What the hell are you thinking?" or "Do you have the fucking sense to come in out of the rain or does someone have to tell you to come inside and stop looking up at the rain before enough of it falls in your mouth to drown you?" These questions and many others are pressing on my very sleep-deprived mind.
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Funny, this isn't a game. Or it shouldn't be. Ms. von Munchausen is doing her sweet best to turn it into one. What a fucking cunt.
(and I know well the power of the "c" word, it's not one I throw around lightly.)
And it's sad. And it's scary. Not just a little scary, but really fucking scary because the life of The Boy has literally become the spoils for the victor.
And I have lots and lots of questions for the State Child Protection agency. Like for example, "What the fuck is wrong with you people?" or "What the hell are you thinking?" or "Do you have the fucking sense to come in out of the rain or does someone have to tell you to come inside and stop looking up at the rain before enough of it falls in your mouth to drown you?" These questions and many others are pressing on my very sleep-deprived mind.
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