I know it’s not therapeutic for everyone, but I think it can be for nearly everyone, as it just takes practice over time. Though I get it. If you don’t “take to it immediately” it can be a bit disparaging to make multiple attempts at something purportedly therapeutic but doesn’t actually give you any benefit. If I’m being honest, I definitely fell into that camp. School forced me to journal multiple years. It was almost wholly painful, until it wasn’t.

Herschel Walker is a fucking moron. He paid for his girlfriend to get an abortion, and now he thinks he’s going to win a senate seat as a Republican. Get absolutely fucked you complete moron. And this idiot who has clearly been hit too many times in the head claims he’s going to sue for defamation. Guess what, chief? You can’t sue for defamation unless the claims aren’t true, you absolute shit-gibbon. You worthless twat-waffle piece of shit. Holy fucking god I’m so tired of these Republican hypocrite pieces of shit thinking they can live lawlessly while the rest of us follow the rules. Suck my ass, bitch.

This shit is permanent. These documents will remain on the internet forever, and we will always remember how you rawdogged someone and then paid for their abortion.

Or, to put it in terms of your shitty senate campaign that’s doomed to fail: YOU PAID TO KILL AN INNOCENT BABY. Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you so fucking much. You’re all trash, and I hope everyone in the GOP dies of stage five cancers very painfully. I am sad that god isn’t real, because someone needs to send you pieces of shit to burn for eternity. You’re all the reason hell should exist.

See below for documents supporting this woman’s claims. She also has an unpublished receipt from the abortion clinic and a receipt from the $700 check he cut her to do the damn thing.

Life feels like a constant battle to claw back time. We’re given at most a century to work with. Most of us are working with less, either from lifestyle or poor genetics, and no one is guaranteed exclusion from accidents no matter how safe they are.

There are so many agents stealing our time from us, too. We have sleep as a major thief, mercilessly grifting a third of our lives as a standard. Then you have the requirement of lodging and food, which in our current social structure means we’re dedicating another third of our lives to just having enough money to afford essentials such as clothing and a home. So we’re down to having a third of our lives to dedicate to all extraneous pursuits, like love, happiness, or virtually anything outside of the mundane garbage of baseline “existing”.

I’m sitting here, contemplating what exactly I need to write. I need to write. I need to sort things and explain things and produce things, I need my mind to bear fruit. I’m just at an impasse with what the hell I need to say. I do sometimes feel like I’ve already said everything, but I’m also keenly aware of the fact that my life is nowhere near any sort of end. It’s already far too soon to say I have no words left to write. I suppose this post itself stands as antithesis to the entire concept. It’s kind of a nothing-burger of a post, but it’s still written word. It’s still conveying an idea, or an absence of ideas. It’s a conveyance, to say the least.

It’s cold outside again. Especially here in the rust belt, where the weather is dumb as shit. Man, I’m really just goddamned exhausted. Does this capitalism thing ever slow the fuck down? I’m feeling pretty tired. I think it’s time for it to slow the fuck down.

I’m glad that I have this space to throw down anything I feel like saying. I’m grateful that I’ve eked out such a space for myself.

I keep thinking about Putin’s threats to use nuclear weapons, and how it sets us back fifty years. This fascist moron seriously thinks clinging desperately to power is a good strategy, which I guess makes sense for a former KGB agent. God knows the intelligence community is batshit insane. It doesn’t matter if they’re CIA, NSA, MI-6, KGB, everyone in the intelligence community is a fucking psychopath. It’s a requirement for service, in case you didn’t know.

I feel so oblivious right now. I’ve been feeling the strain from all the business travel I’ve been doing for the year, but I guess I’ve only been feeling without realizing just how insane it’s been. Point in fact, I’ve been going hard since February, apparently. I only know this because I went back and checked records. But my work travel has been much higher than it’s ever supposed to have been. I feel the physical and emotional exhaustion from it, but the actual realization didn’t actually sink in until I had the data in front of me.

In my travails across the internet, I’ve stumbled upon quite a few interesting true crime stories, and truly some of the most depraved acts one human can commit against another human.

But this post is different. This post isn’t about a sociopathic murderer. This post is about a sociopathic accomplice to murder who was given the name “David Cash” at birth. In 1998, David Cash watched his friend Jeremy Strohmeyer rape and murder seven year old Sherrice Iverson. This human waste has made public statements such as “I don’t feel there is much I could have done differently” and “I’m no idiot, I’ll (expletive) get my money out of this.”