Granted this is not the most original title but I thought “Pussies”could say the wrong thing. But As long as we are on the topic, let’s talk about Pussies-Not Pussy-But Pussies.
Although, I love pussy-Don’t we all?
I hate Pussies, Again-Don’t we all?
Barring the obvious sexist reference to being weak and all of the bullshit that comes along with the female attachment of the word, I love it. It says a lot with very little effort.
It’s not about women. It’s not about men. It’s about humans who have no courage. OK, now that I’ve cleared that up and dictionary.com can change the entry….I can rant on!
Pussies haven’t got the balls to do what’s right. Pussies shrink away from the hard road to lay back on the couch and let others make the hard decisions. Pussies cannot look you in the face and tell you the truth. Pussies sit in the middle of the fight and wait to see who wins.
Switzerland- Full of them!
In life, you have to take sides-even if you’re wrong! Because it is better to be wrong with the urge to fight for what’s right, (Also having the ability to grow from change doesn’t hurt either ), then sit on the sidelines and wait for the crumbs to fall.
What I hate most about Pussies, is that they hide in full view behind those of us who are willing to fight the fight. Then at the end, come out with the chant of how brave we are, or worse-to quote Mr. hunter, “They steal your face right off your head”.
Pussies, Flacid bastards….I need to use another analogy string!!
The truth of the matter is, that all there really is in this life, is the courage of conviction. Loyalty, family and passion are the pillars of the existence that we eek out of this fog. It is a great pleasure for me to be able to be loyal, to stand up and look you in the eye and know that I have acted justly towards you, walking in the light of the dawn, and it pains me when I break these vows of truth. There is no grey area here for me, simply put-there is a line not to be crossed. I cannot speak of retribution from the heavens, nor can I place contracts out on people’s heads. (As much as that sounds like fun). I can only know in my heart that the words I speak, are forever tied to the actions of my heart and in that, I am a seeker of truth-The truth of the three edged sword.
I am that line and I have no time for pussies.
I have traveled for many a mile in this desert. This wasteland of pity and loathing, and have finally come out to what I would love to call the promise land, but in reality it is just a room in a hall. To me though, it is the end of a long journey and the start of a new one.
I can’t promise you that I will know more than I do.
I can’t say to you, the lord told me thusly!
I can only speak from my heart-the one that the heavens in their divine madness have given me. And in this heart, is the promise of fealty, for it is not just the heavens that I serve, but you my brothers and sisters.
Find me in the depths of hell with those who fight, rather than the kingdom of heaven with those who watch.