Mrs. Dalloway's Coffee Break

Stop it Stop it! Stop chasing guys it’s disgusting!   when I was seeking attention when I was needing approval   like, how was it so disgusting I was eighteen and talking about guys one would have thought was the supreme way to bond talking about beautiful guys like “Yes, I’m a huge fan of the guys” not sisterly disdain   so distasteful cunt fucking jesus what is the matter with you that’s disturbed behavior you have a sickness and I did   all of us sickos   like when I was hanging with Clyde and she was needing attention and I would put on my steamiest guy shades and give it   like when I was listening to darling Véronique succumb under sadness I shed my skin became a manwoman to tell her how gorgeous she and how one of a kind and yes, it would hurt but hurt was a limited edition like coke with lime instead of vanilla or cherry, their staples   like when I was pretending things ...

  The week has moved on its course with the world holding its breath waiting for news on the Christa Pike execution.   Trump’s bagboy Kavanaugh that insufferable bitch overruled the lower court’s ruling to hold off with the killing, and the number of   screw-ups   regarding it have been nothing short of spectacular.   Should Ms. Pike awake ever again is her time not done now in full?   How much more can the nation want? A once pedestal nation now run by a band of rapists and homicidal maniacs carrying out personal vendettas and creating more misery and sorrow and Pike’s victim’s mother’s 31-year hatred, needing to see the wrath of god in motion how sick how vengeful and godless in and of itself  is that?   A sick country of old men producing hatred and war and destroying the globe while at it a disgusting group of self-serving lynchmen and bigots and murderous, blood...

  I mean what respectable man doesn’t have a few skeletons in the closet? These – females, these –  women , they are all just dumb sumbitches, aren’t they? I mean I will be here till the end of time, and am right to be here, just like there are righteous, good men in the Klan, and these righteous, God-fearing good white men are right to fight for their power! I mean our  job  is to oversee the goings-on of the land of our fathers, and make sure it doesn’t accidentally fall prey to a bunch of ninnies and cry-babies and lesbians. Emphasis on the job, Lizzie. I mean it isn’t proper, it just is  not proper  for some insufferable cunt to appear out of nowhere to start laying these accusations so thick a man can’t breathe. She reduced ole Biffy-boy here to tears.  To tears ! And now, let’s examine the situation with a cool head, since I am the best and most level-headed man I know to examine the situation, and no Federal investigation should really be needed...