homicidal lesbian terrorist

i see your women caught behind windows
in their homes, behind rows and rows
of bleached and frightened children.
They speak men's words, not their own
except those languages they've
learned to speak in secret
and in dreams, if they've
not forgotten.

- Joy Harjo, From the Salt Lake City Airport '82

Thursday, January 8

world.fuckingCrazy.fuckingFuckheads

today, in what is a totally unsurprising turn of events, i was assaulted. an old man parked his vehicle and, completely a fucking crazy bitch, slugged me and then shoved me hard in the stomach twice.

not that there is any reason to explain why anyone is assaulted, i'm sure you must be nonetheless wondering what i did to warrant this.

nothing. i had just parked in a parking spot. as i was preparing to get out of my car, this crazy old fuck was trying to park behind me in a space roughly 30' long. he couldn't do it. he was beeping at me to move, but i was very clearly within my own parking space and was also pinned by the vehicle in front of me, so there was nothing i could do.

i said nothing. i did nothing. i got out of my car and he assaulted me right there.

i locked the keys in the car with the engine running. that's how upsetting this was. i didn't even know the car was running with the keys in it for fifteen minutes or so - i ran into the jewish deli (this being mid-afternoon in downtown) and called the police.

the stupid fucking asshole parked with rear wheel on the curb - a very high curb.

he left his car there and went to do errands, then came back while i was still on the phone with the police. i stayed far out of reach while he drove back and forth like a nutjob in the parking space, almost clipped my bumper & then zoomed out into traffic.

i have witnesses, his license plate and car model. i have a case number. i'm going to sue his ass until they can't bury him for the price - they'll have to put his rich white attitude in the trash.

my instinct was to get away. the self-righteous, angry, rich entitled fuck - i should have beat him to death with a tire iron. but i didn't & it wasn't even a thought. that's good - i don't believe in violence. i could have murdered him, but i'm not the kind of motherfucker he is so i didn't raise a finger. i got out of his way.

tomorrow i'm going to file a complaint with the d.m.v. because road rage - which is what he apparently had - will get his license yanked. immediately.

he was greek or armenian, i think. hard to tell from his appearance. he clearly wanted to kill me because i was a woman, the fucking coward. i saw it in his eyes - the rage, the disgust. that look of hate. i had my hands by my sides; i hadn't had any words with him nor had i been difficult. and he fucking hit me. HE FUCKING PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE!

and then he went about his business. i guess he just likes to put women in their place - not that i have any fucking idea what his problem was in the first place, mind you.

i am so fucking sick of men. i am so fucking sick of this ghetto-ass city of pigs, rapists & child molesters. i am so fucking sick of machismo. i want to cut his balls off.

god help the next person who tries to lay a finger on me. i'll pepper-spray their ass back to the fifteenth century and they won't get away before the police arrive if i have to duct tape them to their fucking lexus with leather interior.

i am so angry i could

FUCK i can't even think of anything GODDAMNIT

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