I want to release my rage on those covid idiots, just to show all of them that I'm much much more dangerous than any other virus out there.
I have my reasons to keep calm now.
But for real, sometimes I wouldn't care if they call me a terrorist. I would be fucking happy with it. I would fucking terrorise their lifes into oblivion.
Those covid idiots don't give a fuck about me. That's why each day that pas by I'm only thinking about revenge.
My life is meaningless. That's why I would be glad to die while having my revenge.
I know it's stupid what I say. But this is how I feel. I tried everything to calm down myself and still trying.
But every fucking morning I have to start over, keepig my self from getting crazy, I keep telling my self why I shouldn't harm those who are destroying my life and sanity
And I know that's exactly what they want. They don't give a fuck about my health. My mind, my brain doesn't feel healthy anymore.
I can only feel bloodlust, but how long can I hold my self, before I loose it.
~ Sincerely my feelings.
I will be beating the shit out of one of these fools... very soon... and I can't fucking wait!
My wife's cousin is a blue-blooded brainwashed piece of fucking shit. He is in the medical field and is a self-proclaimed "expert". I've asked questions about CV19 expecting logical discourse. He was just repeating what the news told him to think. Zero critical thinking. Zero research.
Brought up HCQ a few times and then he went on a fucking tirade. Totally triggered. Blasting me with texts, badmouthing me to the family, plastering shit all over Fakebook...
I told him he's crazy, he then said to me "people like you should be dead".
I told my wife the next time I see him, I'll demand an apology (he won't do it), and when he attempts to loudly proclaim his brainwashed CNN-esque views and talk shit in front of the family, I'm going to beat the living shit out of him, drag him to his car, stuff him in the driver seat, and tell him this will happen every time he has the balls to show up to an event from this point forward.
I see him on Monday.
OMG.
That will result in way less legal ramifications. I'll still smack him around a bit, but all under the guise of extreme CV19 preventative measures.
I love you.
Your name scares me though. That's one hell of a lifestyle to live. Would be like a powdered chocolate donut. Coke n Poke. Dusted Cheerio. Lickin' rocket balloons.
I'll stop now.
Thank you for that idea.