rage memory & cows
February 28, 2010
The other day I am on Twitter. I regularly am on Twitter and then get the hell off for a break because of stuff happening like this.
Someone is talking about rape. I post this link :
It is an essay about being abducted at 14, escaping, and the friend who did not escape — the friend who died.
After I post :::i’m still here::: this guy on Twitter starts sending me screaming messages “Milking Cows is Rape!”
I have no response to this. I ignore him. [It is the Southern way.]
His messages keep coming though, over and over again — “Milking cows is rape!”
I am starting to burn. I can feel it rising. Harsh. Angry. I hate this feeling. I wish I was Ghandi. I will never be Ghandi. And he, the cow guy, keeps coming.
I say, Are you comparing my friend’s murderer cutting her vagina out with a knife and stuffing it into her mouth to milking a cow?
Yes he is. “Milking cows is rape!”
That is when I say I want to maim him.
[It is a personality flaw, when I am enraged and want to maim someone, I just tell someone, I am enraged and want to maim you.]
A 17 year old girl went missing in San Diego Thursday. She is a long distance runner. An honor student. She tutors. They found her car. They did not find her. She has been missing over 36 hours. And every statement in the missing statements just says, “We want to bring her home.” I do not know if you know what that means. I do.
Chelsea has been missing from a San Diego park since Thursday, February 25. Please pass this on. You never know who saw something or can pass it on to someone who does know or did see something and can help.
Please help us find Chelsea. Her parents want to bring her home.Advertisements