Hateful Speech

 

(Sticks and Stones)

Yesterday, I read the bible. I’m currently going through the Book of Leviticus. It was written by Moses many moons ago. Anyway, I’m on the part about the regulations involving animal sacrifice. It’s all rather complicated if you want to know the truth. I’m much too stupid to think like an ancient Jew. With that said, I do believe that there was logic behind the death of these animals. Human sacrifice is a plague that has affected our race since Satan entered the garden. By steering us toward sheep and cows and goats, God spared many of his people from a horrible fate. For instance, no virgins were thrown into volcanoes. Nor were babies incinerated to appease an angry deity.

I turned on Netflix and watched a couple episodes of Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story. It’s definitely very disturbing, but I’m giving it a huge recommendation, nevertheless. I’ve never been a huge believer in freewill, and I don’t think Dahmer could help himself. Nobody grows up with the dream of becoming a homosexual cannibal. He was compelled to commit these crimes due to genetic and environmental factors that were beyond his control. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some bleeding-heart liberal who wants to empty the jails. Yet sin seems to dominate this world, and there isn’t a whole hell of a lot that we can do about it.

I went to bed at 7 p.m. I was exhausted and slept like the dead. Then I woke up at 4 a.m. and walked to the bathroom. I proceeded to take a shit while reading the headlines on my smartphone. A teacher from Seoul was given a four-year prison sentence for putting detergent and mosquito repellent into the meals of her kindergarten students. Furthermore, she’s not allowed to work around children for the next ten years. Her sentence is a tad light in my opinion. Her actions were sick and evil. In fact, Moses would have had her stoned back in the day.

The Dragon Lady walked into my room. There was an angry look on her face.

She said, “I see you paycheck.”

I said, “And?”

“You make small money. You da fucken losah.”

“Well, help me out and get a job.”

“You luin my rife. I was beautiful woman. Many man wanted me when I was youngah.”

“It’s not too late. You have my permission to look for another husband.”

She shot me the stink eye. “I hope you mothah die.”

“Why are you bringing my mother into it?”

“Because I hate her. She da bad woman.”

In the past, I used to explode. But times have changed. All her bullshit washes off my back like water on a duck’s feathers. I no longer care. So I just nodded and smiled, hoping that she would go away.

But no such luck. She continued with her poison.

“I play to God evely night dat she have anothah stroke. Then you become da orphan.”

“Thanks.”

“Fuck you.”

“Thanks again.”

The Dragon Lady is very fearful. She knows that I’m thinking about returning to America. Rice-Boy Larry is getting older, and I no longer fear that my wife’s family will try to keep him. So I’m pretty much free to do what I want. I’m thinking about becoming a short-order cook at Waffle House. The nightshift pays 20 bucks an hour. I need a change in my life. I’m tired of thinking.