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Monsters

I had this whole post ready about this week’s disgusting topic here in Norway. But honestly, the more I wrote about it the more I wanted to throw up…or grab a pitchfork. 

Our minister of Justice said she was cracking down on pedophiles here, paying to see children in poor countries being raped online. She basically promised it would be a hell of a lot harder to abuse children...& we’re all for that, right? The only mistake she did was calling them monsters. I’ve never in my life seen so many coming to the defence of people who molest babies. “They’re humans too.” was the overall argument. I get the psychology, that you shouldn’t define them as monsters in front of children. But you know what? ...as an adult, first of all, I refuse to be one of those who victimise those who prey on the most vulnerable in our society, regardless of their human rights...& second, I’m rather prone to thinking that if these people doing those horrendous acts aren’t monsters, I really don’t know what…
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Kid you not

People who brag about their kid being the same as themselves should be worried, not proud. Cause if you’re honest with yourself, do you really think that’s a good thing? Similarities are fine, but a damn clone? Don’t you wish more for your kid? 



There’s a flawless human being standing in front of you, not tainted by the same stupid ass mistakes that’s scarred your mind. Do you really want them to drag their feet through your footsteps or chart out their own path? Watch, be attentive when they do stuff, what fires them up, what makes them react with passion? Do not let the reflection of yourself fool you, kids say & do things to please you. They see what lights your fire & they mirror your passion just so they can get a positive reaction from you. That does not mean it’s their torch to carry. Lift them off of your trail & onto their own. ...& maybe have a little ponder as to why they mirror you? (Yeah, yeah, I know the psychology behind it, but in some  cases that's …

Underlying cause

Imagine constantly getting exposed to pus & abscess from people’s open wounds... The putrid smell & constant oozing from the maggot infested lesion is straight in your face no matter where you turn. That’s how logging onto social media feels like these days to be honest. It’s like a mindless humming of utter bullsh*t...& I am guilty as hell for humming along with them at times. I miss smelling old books, reading them, learning things about history, nature, etc...



Anyway, I really dropped in to say that I had a rather lovely weekend. My son was here with his friends. The laughter & music filling the house when they’re here always lifts my spirit. A few minutes after they had left, it all took a rather abrupt turn though. My cat had a seizure. In almost 17 years we’ve never had any trouble with Loke. So it came as quite the shock for my son & I. It was awful seeing it. Talked to a veterinarian & she said that it seemed like an epileptic seizure...& in old cats …

Not yours to take

When a loved one’s struggling with suicidal thoughts you automatically start pushing everything in front of you, chores, appointments, relationships, trips, etc. You’re kinda on standby 24/7 & can’t explain why you’re like that, cause it’s not your story to tell… 


But then, all of a sudden, it breaks the surface & reaches the light…& you can open up about it, just a little bit though. Not gonna go diving all in at this point, but I'll say that I do understand the dark thoughts, the inner voice that whispers of a person’s worth. But suicide really is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. 
…& I do not believe your life is yours to take. Cause when your heart stop beating, other’s start to ache. Your pain never goes away, it just takes on a different form in all of us you leave behind. So instead, let the people who love you so dearly, break through that gloomy mist that surrounds you & silence that lying piece of sh*t voice in your head telling you you’re wo…

No, HIV’s not HIP.

This s**t ((link)) found it’s way into my DMs on Twitter a few minutes ago & it suddenly made me sob uncontrollably. Cause you know what? Lately I’ve been seeing that hipsters are trying to make having HIV cool or mainstream, & it’s just beyond me. F**k, I can hardly see the screen now, cause I’m crying so much. One thing is to inform people that you can’t get it from a hug or eating from a plate people with HIV have touched, but please, for f**ks sake, STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT SEEM COOL!!! It’s sooo mentally retarded, it’s bats**t! Step out of your damn bubble & realise that there are people out there still DYING FROM IT!!!
Source My brother died from so called ‘HIV related disease’. This was back in 1997 & you know what? …if it would’ve been 6 months later, he would’ve had life saving drugs. He would’ve been able to live a long life with his partner. He would still be here! I still could’ve gotten hugs & hear his voice… Oh great goddess, I wish I could remember how h…

Chirp

Since this whole Weinstein thing surfacing I’ve been watching an army of self-proclaimed feminists waiving their clenched fists around & screaming at the top of their lungs of the injustice. But I’m wondering…

…where are their outrage & clenched fists when pictures of decapitated schoolgirls appears on the ether? …where are their accusing indexfingers, which are usually pointed in the patriarchal direction, when women around the world are denied the right to wear whatever the hell they want (PATRIARCHY!), like we in the west are…or when girls are shipped back to their parents’ country of origin to be taught “proper values”. Where the f**k are their collective screams when women & men (equality, ey?) are being brutally raped!?! 
So excuse me for turning a deaf ear to the whole feminist pussyhat movement. Cause it’s left a rather foul taste in my mouth hearing crickets from that same patriarchy bashing crowd. Especially when true omnipresent patriarchal oppression are fought b…

Safety

One of my earliest childhood memories is sitting in our backyard playing & hearing fighter jets approach in the distance. When they reached our house my dad used to tip the wing to let me know it was him... 

…know I’ve said it before, but the sound they make do equals safety to me. Hearing them fly overhead makes me calm…& no, it does not elude me that the same sounds made in other parts of the world are the source of great anguish. But what i mentioned was my life, my memories, my little anecdote about the flip side of just that coin. Those war machines, the jets, the helicopters, the green cladded men, they meant safety to me… The seats in the jets were soft, the helicopters brought Santa & a bunch of gifts to us kids at the army base & the green cladded men came with smiles & once in a while a strong hand or two ruffled my blonde hair. It all felt so safe, home…
So, guess I’ve been searching for that safe haven again for most of my life…but even within reach I’ve …