March Madness' ire ended in a malicious assault of everyone and everything in my path. No one or nothing was safe. I was storming territories that had no chance of survival against my destructive path, I launched all out strikes against people who had yet to be warned of my ability to search and destroy. My tongue made opponents cower in fear and seek refuge from the onslaught of my lashings. Few, very few were safe. And even fewer went unscathed. I defined the slang definition of Bitch, and almost got it tattooed on my forehead (glad I didn't do that.)
On March 11, I was examining the fall out from the previous day when I noticed a post in one of my frequently visited Facebook Weight Loss Groups from one of the moderators appeared. It was a response to a complaint from one of the other group posters/members. Essentially complaining about the use of profanity. The complaint read in part: ' I've received another complaint about the bad language on the board. "I may be old fashioned but I am really tired of hearing the assorted "f" words and other words which may be deemed inappropriate. Just because people use them every day doesn't make them OK." ' This single posting was like adding the last needed molecule of plutonium to a nuclear bomb and not directing the destruction path before launching.
3, 2, 1 BLAST OFF! My temper reached an entirely new level! I was outraged, seething, pissed the fuck off! (Yup I said FUCK -- but remember this is MY BLOG ha no censorship here; keep reading if you would like.) I began retaliating without discernment. In my (war path) mind this was UN-AMERICAN, and yet another form of mass censorship to force people into conforming to an establishment's practices that were without warrant.
Too damn tired to play. The last two weeks of warfare and contrived offensive and defensive strategic behavior had beaten me to a pulp. I was no match for her arrival. She came came without baggage, she only held that sinister smirk that put me into a trance and took all my super rage away only to leave me physically unable to fight another battle. I tried to rid myself of her stare with a food binge; but me being me -- laziness reigned supreme. At work I would have had take a very