Eli’s Coming

For the first time in way to goddamn long I am talking to my dad again and I have learned soooo much.

Specifically how much my mother and the rest of those people lied to me to protect the dark secret.

How these people can live with themselves I have no fucking idea.

What they did is nothing short of psychopathic. Seriously.

My whole childhood was a fucking lie to protect themselves and times fucking up and a price will be paid for that and all they stole from me.

They only ever accepted one outsider and now I understand why. He must have been a fucking predator too.

Birds of a feather and all that shit.

Doesn’t matter now though.

He left this world appropriately.

An asshole piece of shit who died alone in the shitter.

Fitting.

Not fun, is it?

Listening for footsteps.

Trying to hide and make yourself small & invisible but something still happens.

Those who should be there are no fucking where to be found for a variety of bullshit reasons.

When all the fucking years of other shoes start dropping there is nowhere to hide.

Not a great fucking feeling is it?

It fucks with your nervous system and mental health.

I know first hand.

So close to getting away with it all only for it to come back to you.

The universe never forgets.

Ezekiel 25:17

I can no longer count the number of times I have watched Pulp Fiction.

If a film, a work of art, could be a Soul Animal, it would be me and Pulp Fiction.

When I watched it religiously (which is ironic because I was in my religious/believer/bible college days) the part that always stuck with me was a monologue that Samuel L. Jackson delivers where, according to the script, Jules (Jackson’s enforcer character in the film) is a quote of a bible verse. Specifically Ezekiel 25:17 which in the script reads:

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Unfortunately, the actual verse is much more lame so I’ll stick with the Apostle Quentin on this one.

It’s starting to look like I will end up casting a wider net. That’s biblical, right?

So that makes it ok.

Because its biblical.

Google is so helpful

So, I have been looking up stuff on Google lately and it feels like it’s getting cloudy with a chance of shoes!

I know it’s supposed to be “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs” but shoes is much more relevant here since “waiting for the other shoe to drop” is way more ominous and specifically relevant here.

Anyways, on to what I learned from The Googles this week:

In Illinois, nurses, as mandated reporters, have a legal obligation to report suspected child abuse and neglect. Failure to do so can result in criminal and civil penalties. There is no specific statute of limitations for the criminal offense of failing to report, meaning that a nurse could potentially be charged with this crime even years after the incident. 

Also, Salvation Army Officers including Majors are also mandated reporters and so many states have removed all statutes of limitations.

Justice delayed is justice denied.

Some severe biblical vengence verse.