|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
...and then tell a story, with suspicious disappearances, of a migration that leads right to my neighborhood!!!
Before we get into the love story post... the other two to come, later... I want to chastise America!
Because you wish to keep 'rapists' a boogeyman story for your kids... you keep your children at risk.
You need to teach your children what a dangerous person looks like... You also need to teach your children painful self-defense techniques!
If you have a rash of missing children in your area... even if they come 'home safe'... you make sure your children are taking precautions!
Love Story :)
My favorite love story is my own (because I'm full of myself).
Forget how we met... how long we've known each other... or the fact that he hits my spot...
I was telling my husband that I'm still at risk until the story is completely OUT and I know, for sure, that the cops are actually searching for the fuckers.
I believe, after Tuesday, if the message is received (spreading this message doesn't always go over well)... then all of the victims will come forward for immediate safety.
Why do I say this is a Love Story post?
Well... I told my husband that if those bastards actually do decide to bust in the house... to let me at them, first. Seeing them busting in to get me will throw me into a bloodlust. I told him if that happens that he needs to stay clear of me because I could accidentally hurt him trying to get him out of the way.
He was laying on the bed and he kind of blinked a bit. Disbelief. Part of me wanted to say, "Have you been vacant for all of the new things I learned how to do in the last year??? "
...He watched me talk to animals... he watched me immediately revive his father from the grips of mental illness making him lucid, again. It took a few seconds.
I told my husband that I would do things like: attack two men at once, bite chunks of flesh out of them, and also use one of the men to knock others down (which I've done in the past a few times).
"...if any remain... you're back up."
He gave this little smart-ass look...
"Do you remember watching The Road ? I told you I was with Cherize Theron... instead of waiting for a band of rapists to come around and rape your wife and son and then eat us all... let's kill ourselves! You said that was crazy!!!
"...well, I flip-flopped! Now I want to be one of the cannibals like you! You said those that killed themselves were WEAK!!! "
He doesn't think I can get this way!
...well lemme tell you something... it's my subconscious that decides to protect me from rapists!
It's as though my mind overrides to protect myself, now. My brain will say/do whatever, now, to keep myself and others safe! Whenever I see trouble, now... I try to casually intervene to say what needs to be said in any situation that arises.
It overrides when danger comes my way, too. I can't help it, anymore!!!
...psychopathy. However, psychopathy is not the emotion to fear! Everyone has psychopathy for survival purposes! You need psychopathy for protection and to eat. That's it!!!
My brain can control its emotions, now. That's what having a map of human emotion means.
So... why is this a Love Story post???
Because when my husband heard me saying this... not quite putting this mess into reality... IS THIS REAL???
I said to him, "I guess I'm asking if you're willing to fight to the death to protect me from a consortium of rapists trying to rape and kill me. I would do it for you, for sure."
And then I looked down... because human couples from suburban Minnesota that grew up together never consider that they might die together in a bloody fight!
He looked down and then back up to me... it was his, 'yes, dear ' look! WTF??? Like... I'm dragging my husband into this fight! Hey!
...and he wonders why I always ask him if he just married me for sex!
Stay tuned for the deconstruction of the gang behavior... and the post after will be the path of horrors leading straight to my doorstep! Exciting!!!
...and soberingly disturbing and angering when you realize that all these teens were brutally victimized by MONSTERS.
(I'm gonna' get you)