Ah...here it is. Right where I left it.
Rape- a type of sexual assault usually involving sexual intercourse, which is initiated by one or more persons against another person without that person's consent.
Right there in the good old dictionary. But for the life of me, I can't seem to find it in any of the papers. At least not in connection with jews and the liberties they take with Goyim. Now if a Gentile allegedly committed a "sexual assault", I think that would be the first word in every story reporting it. But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe that word, and its harsh implications are old-hat.
I have recently found myself clinging to my righteous indignation. I don't know why. Probably because I see so many out there not using theirs. I have mine at the ready, just in case they say that...I dunno...my grandparents supplied the zyclon-B that killed 6 gazillion jews in the century past...or something. I think it will come in handier than a defense attorney. I will stand up in court and laugh maniacally while flashing it at the whore on the bench.
I also lost the fourth Amendment to the Constitution. It was just here, I swear. You know...it was the one about illegal search and seizure or something? It was written on a yellow piece of paper. I didn't use it that much...so where has it got to? I would lose my head if it wasn't attached. Some say there is a danger of that if you lose that Amendment thingy. I guess I'll see...cause I can't find it anywhere and I'm beginning to get worried.
Another problem is that...besides losing things all the time...I get embarrassed easily. Embarrassed for my country...the State in which I live...even the town that I call home now. There is so much to feel shame for around here. Lee Hamilton, Mike Pence, Republicans, Democrats, 4th Amendment loss, Eva Kor....my gawd the list does go on. It bridges on humiliation. I guess we are all in that leaky boat of having to own up to a democracy, and how it doesn't really work.
I have yet to lose my purpose. I misplace it every once in a while, but I always manage to find it at the bottom of a coffee-cup. I lost my virginity, my innocence and my hope many years ago. I guess I will never find them again. Bummer. I kind of miss them in a way. I carry my moral compass around my neck. It's waterproof so I never need take it off. Not even in the shower...although it isn't really indispensable there. I can't say the same for my youth. If anyone finds that...please return it.
I keep my pride and my sanity in a box. These are too bulky and precious to carry around. I guess if the police do break down my door without a warrant....before they put kiddie-porn on my computer hard drive...they will probably take those too.
It's kinda like that. You are born with all these things that you lose over time.
It is a process. Losing things. I lose respect all the time. Like trying to contain so many Mexican jumping beans in your palms. Remember those? Probably not. What were we thinking?
This respect for others...this admiration...slips away revealing, well, just humans. Humans with egos. Humans with agendas.
I never had any faith to lose. That's a good thing, I think. Saves on the grief thing.
I lost my ass in a poker game once. I have lost a lot of money...good riddance I say.
I've lost a lot of dreams. Gone by the wayside. Most of them silly in retrospect...as I wave goodbye to them from here on the ground. Could have been...could have been. But then life wouldn't be what it is without loss. Loss of family. Loss of home. Loss of childhood.
It's what these things get replaced with. That's what matters I think.
You lose your idealism and replace it with a real and solid set of rules that work on the ground.
Principles. Those are things that I will fight to the last to keep. They haven't changed much over the years. Sure, they have a few scratches and dents. But basically they are the same as they were when I got them. They can take it all ...but leave me those. I can bring them with me to jail. They can't be used to spring me...like a saw or a file. I won't be able to hang myself with them...I've tried. Just let me sit there with them in my cell...and I'll be fine. They are just about all I have left. So lest I do that "oh, happy dagger" scene...leave me those.
Now where did I put that ability to communicate effectively. It was here just a minute ago...really.