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The liberal propaganda media needs to honestly report and confront the fact that the majority of these rioters were Hispanic, most of them illegal aliens or descendants of, that California's culture of sympathy-bordering-on-supremacism for racial minorities and frivolous lawsuits has made the LAPD ineffective in restraining these punks, that these rioters are all we get from pumping billions of dollars into a public education system that has not/will not work despite demands for ever more money from teachers' unions and careless tenured teachers, that this is all we get from liberals' policies of caring and sharing for the poor, etc etc etc.

Riots in the streets of Los Angeles after the Lakers win the NBA Finals yet again.

I'll never understand the logic in being so personally happy in someone else's athletic victory. Yes, they're your home team. Wow, good job, you personally had so much to do with them winning. Oh, wow, it's a ball going into a basket.

Moreover, I'll never understand the logic in being so happy that you go out and destroy your own city.

Why don't you make your own accomplishments?

Rioters are fags.

Congrats to the Lakers and their responsible fans.

I want Obama to kiss my kids', grandkids', and great-grandkids' feet.

Our descendants, for generations to come, will pay for what happened in the past 5 months. Ironically... tragically... they will probably also learn what a heroic president Obama was.

All that surrounds me are chains. Everything is a fucking chain. My birth is a chain. My love is a chain. My compassion is a chain.

Everything that makes us human... everything that made us who we are... everything we strive for... they all just bind.

It's all a fucking trick. Nobody cares. They're all out for their fucking selves.

"Only death will set me free."

Maybe one day.

Just leave me alone.

Jamie: aright i'm gonna get off and read the newspaper
Jamie: since my bf likes to talk about politics on facebook but not with me
Philip: haha
Philip: ok we'll talk politics next time
Philip: but you have to drink
Philip: that's the rules
Jamie: hahaha
Jamie: fine
Jamie: i might be talking nonsense then
Philip: that's all politics is
Jamie: but then again politics is nonsense

You just have no fucking idea how much of a fucking idiot you are. And to let you be to me now what you never were but thought you were... it awakens all my rage again. I've always wanted to kill you. Sometimes I regretted never doing it.

But I've got other things on my mind. Other plans. I'll put up with you, you fucking fag. And you'll never even know. You'll never fucking know. You never know.

Nobody respects you. Nobody loves you. You're absolutely worthless.

I know you feel like a failure. I know you're ashamed. That's why you're always hiding. I know you don't even believe the bullshit you say. I know you never intended things to be this way. I know you wanted better. I know. You probably expected things to just happen. I blame your parents for not raising you right. For making you believe that everything just gets handed down. When it didn't, you blamed. You hid. I know. I do blame your parents, but for God's sake, man, why didn't you control yourself at some point? You're not a child. You're supposed to be a man, yet you live as a boy. I've never looked up to you. Never thought of you as someone to respect. Not once. How sad is that? For you or for me... you tell me.

It makes me sick to know that you're in me. The thought alone made me want to end myself often. I hated you. I feel I had and still have every right to. But I think I really don't hate you anymore. I committed to burying my hate, and I've been working at it. I think I'm there now. You'll never be now what you weren't, but what's gone is gone. It's over. It's okay.

But Jesus fucking Christ, man... help me. HELP ME. Please. I realize now that all this time, I didn't hate only you. I hated myself. I'm tempted to blame you, but I won't. We all control our own fucking lives. I did it. I won't blame you. But Jesus... help me. I don't want to be you. I don't know when, how, or why it happened, but I don't hate myself anymore. I won't hate myself anymore. I'm ready now. Please open your eyes and stop hiding. I'll help you, but you need to stop blaming. Be now who you weren't. Please.

It may be an ordinary sight for others, but for me, it makes me cry inside.

I do not hate life anymore.

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