Champ

I’ve been struggling to write the next post. I have been looking at man’s law versus god’s law on the whole thing and the concept of retribution in the law and in the Bible. Fascinating stuff but I’m not happy with it yet.

You ever have that dream where you are screaming but the sound won’t come out? That’s what I am feeling recently. Like life is okay work is good I’m out there dating. Like I’m living life like a human. That's not true medically I am drooling out of one side of my mouth nor and having sustained tremors in my right arm and my fine motor skills are no more. Yet I still scream into the void.

Patience. Patience is a virtue. I have never been the most virtuous gal around. I need to wait to see what happens with the disbarment. I halfway expect for it to go south because {D}’s lawyer is on the judicial ethic committee. I still have hope, just not a lot of it.

I want him out of the AG’s office. That is just horrific to me that he is given that power. He bragged so much about how he could do anything he wanted when he was in the AG’s office before. He was fucking his boss though and she “had to leave” before he did. I still don’t know what that means.

I know the story of him intimidating a cop because his son got a ticket for driving the wrong way on a one way street. His job entails defending the police against civil suits. Poof, ticket goes away.

I seriously did think you had to be a Kennedy to get away with rape like that but all you have to be is slimy little wuss of a lawyer.

He doesn’t belong there. As a voter I would throw a fucking fit.

I don’t know what to do. Patience doesn’t suit me well.

Here is the video of him (off camera) calling me a champ and saying “she told me I couldn’t fuck her in the ass, so I took that as a challenge and I fucked her ass” in case anyone is still questioning my validity.