While I’m on and posting to another thread that I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 tonight and my synopsis can be expected sometime in the near future, I’d like to break my self-imposed exile to say a few things, some of which I’m bound to regret.
I read this thread a while back, and it was one of the reasons why I chose to crawl into my hole and stop posting, and other than this post, the other one I did tonight, and my upcoming comments on the movie, that thread is such a gaping sore for me that I’m still pretty much incapable of coming back here regularly.
Robin said
Now, on the face of things that would seem to mean that I am holding her to my principles, that I won’t let her see the movie Because I don’t want to give money to Michael Moore. But that’s simply not the truth, and I’ll expound on that later. But first, lets review the hateful things that were said about me:
If you read the rest of the thread you see that not only did other people take jibes at me, but Robin actually encouraged it once by saying this:
to Chefguy’s little jibe.
Well, here’s the rest of the story, the one that Robin never bothered to tell you, even after I asked her to.
I am working a job, the only one I could find, for $7.50/hr. I have to travel 100 miles per day to take Aaron to day care and then go to work. I am working so hard that I have lost 25 pounds in the last month, I have no appetite, my left shoulder is basically wrecked, and I had a blister explode on my left foot that caused excruciating pain. I would come home and my sock would literally be covered with blood. Every night. I am literally destroying my body to feed my family. Robin had her temp job, but guess what? She just lost that, as I knew she would sooner or later. Quite literally, we have no discretionary income. None. Every dollar that is spent is money that needs to go somewhere else.
So, what am I feeling? Rage. Incomprehensible rage. Even as I type this I feel nothing but anger. You judgmental vultures are ready to attack at a moment’s notice. I have felt this anger welling up inside of me for some time, but I wasn’t quite willing to say that that’s what it was until now. But that’s it. And I don’t quite know how to deal with it anymore.
So, again, having gotten that off my chest, I take my leave once more. Expect my surprising review thread on Fahrenheit 9/11 soon, and after that who knows? Not I.