outrage

Date:   7/25/2007 5:33:58 PM ( 17 y ago)

I'd just like to just point something out to everyone that came to mind recently, on one of my routine days off recently I was in a convenience store minding my business and had an encounter with an older man who apparently thought I looked suspicious.

This event doesn't seem like that big of a deal on the surface...but I live in a world where EVERYONE minds their own business, I am just like EVERYONE else in this respect...so how can can I be suspicious? I am in public all the time and I never have anyone say even two words to me, unless they recognize who I am. Someone walking over to me and stopping me in my tracks...interrupting my train of thought, delaying me in my day to day affairs...IS a big deal, THAT IS suspicious.

I ran the encounter over and over again in my head immediately afterwards, so that I would remember it. While I was doing this though, I myself became suspicious...of him! Knowing myself, that I would have previously just thought deep down that this suspicion of his was coming from the slight chance that, perhaps I was "acting suspiciously" as this man stated...and then brainwashing would take me over and I would convince myself that, yea I am evil, and this person must know their stuff. I don't act however...so that arguement to myself would be fatally flawed.

Also, as he was saying it to me on this day...I watched as he almost caught himself from saying it, as he saw the look in my eye. I don't think he was ready to step to me face to face and confront me with accusations, nor was he even close to ready to look me in the eyes. Not looking me in the eyes is suspicious, if I've ever had any idea of what suspicion looked like...that's it exactly. Even then though...someone going the extra few yards, to come over and interrogate me?

I know I'm not evil, so why would I still have this brainwashing in the back of my head that is telling me that this was some sort of lesson that I need to learn? That's simple, because these control freaks run the world...they raise most of your children...and they're going down soon. This was no lesson, unless it was simply fuel to pour on the fire.

This was more like an exercise in my mind. You see, I had all of my answers for him ready...I don't need to rehearse. Even if perhaps I could hardly get out my last few words to him, that's only because at that point I was flooded with adrenaline, anger and outrage.

I knew that he was old and that he probably didn't mean me any physical harm, but this old man needs to learn the lesson...and perhaps I taught him. I was not in the wrong at any point in the confrontation, I talked down on him...and I never gave him a straight answer to what he first asked me, because "who the hell is he?" I don't answer questions, period. I was not in the wrong then, but I was carrying a weapon...and I was ready at any given second to stab this old man multiple times if he got out of hand, and to not care at all about the reprucussions.

Let me tell you all something, for the people who would side with this guy...you think you're part of the system?...you think you're part of law enforcement...that the police are your friends? They are your enemy, this is a police state...the new Rome. The second I begin being interrogated, or once I am even spoken about or referred to in public for no reason...I will defend myself. I will not at all feel bad about preparing to defend myself either , or even making "threats" of me doing so with great enthusiasm, and with a twisted smile on my face.

Next time someone walks up to me and thinks that they are some authority, you know the types...they probably have some complex that they were put here to tell everyone else what to do...I will be the one giving orders. You will be put into a customized prison that I create, a mental prison...to be released only when I decide....and you people are really sick, so it will probably be never. Oh yea, this guy mentioned that he had been a teacher...oh, so he should know what suspicious kids look like probably?...they probably don't look too far off from what other average students look like, like brainwashed robots whose parents submit to the disgusting government...normal people who have to put up with people like him as they grow up.

The first thing he said, was..."can I help you?" As if I needed help, but he was not prepared to help me...he was not willing to help at all, and that's why he said that. I answer unmotivated questions with questions, so I wanted to know first...if he worked at the convenience store. After he knew he had lost and that he looked like a fool, he said that he was "sympathetic." All I could say to that was, "oh yea, for what?...what do you mean?" This guy was disgusting, he was a piece of trash...and it made me sick to have to stand so close to him.

 

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