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....And Justice for All, 2011.

While I am making an effort to enjoy my weekend and some of the free time afforded me, some of the darker aspects of the situation are starting to sink in, and when i look into the dark mirror of reflection, even tho i am innocent one starts to realize how easy it is in this world to be affected by the jackbooted gestapo of the military elite in blue and there wonderful partners in crime in the social services... there was a time and a place long ago I wanted to be a child and youth worker and work for a children aid wasn't there? Now it's the furthest thing from my mind, i couldn't imagine putting someone else thru the hell I'm currently going through, guilty until proven innocent, I can understand why the policiy is there and i can even fucking respect it, but there has to be a burden of proof and not just a crucifixition, oh wait... that's right Jesus never got a fair trial of his peers either, this shit hurts so fucking bad affecting me to the point i cant sleep during the day or the evening if at all... it's unfair when all i tried to be a good dad, and all I get is shit... because of my fucking asshole genetics... not all people are born bad... but try telling that to a sympathetic children's aid worker who belive everything the 70 grand a year mother says......I can't win... but i can keep my mouth shut when she's addressing something she can't use in court.. so from here on out, unless i choose to share it, my childhood is offlimits to them, it has no bearing on the man I am today. It may have shaped me, but I am not who I am because of those experinces, I am who I am because I survived those experinces.... And Justice For All.

Current Mood: Sad.
Current Music: Dyer's Eve, Metallica.
Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

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