They want me dead, and if they can't finally stop seeing through my eyes so that I'm dead, they want everything taken away from me, the kids, the jobs, the money, the respect, the road that goes back through the countryside that surrounds me.Who are they?Parenting reporters, columnists, other reporters, anchormen, internet reporters, internet search engines, DJs, production crews for television shows, actors, actresses, writers for television shows, authors (including Lisa Tucker, the offending book of her I just finished) poets, publishers, musical groups, former co-workers, current employers, former employers, cystic fibrosis foundation members, Down syndrome foundation members, NAMI, local priests, local teachers and principals and former teachers and principals, neighbors, long lost friends, and people in the family.Anybody I'm leaving out? I'm sure there are many more. Newspapers, magazines, corporate america.I pray that these people will pay for what they have done to me. Anyone who has viewed me and my children, or viewed through me and my children, read our minds and watched our dreams, and made their judgement calls according to some good and normal world that doesn't exist anymore, and never came to my rescue after years and years now of electronic torture, I pray they will one day burn in hell, if not here on earth, then in the afterlife.
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