Once upon a time not so very long ago, a woman made the mistake of telling me that I should get in touch with my own inner bitch thinking she was doing me a favor because I seemed ‘too good’.  Now let me assure you all that I’ve never, ever at any time - claimed to be good.  I have no need to get in touch with my inner bitch – she’s actively a part of who I am.  Often I have to censor, hold back that portion of myself – temper and water it down to a level that is constructive not destructive.  I’ve had many, many long years and ample opportunities to be an uber bitch – patiently cold, vengefully cruel - I’ve survived often precisely due to those skills.  I’m quite capable of letting people know how little of their crap I am going to put up with. If I’ve tolerated yours for any length of time – you can be very damned sure that there is a reason for it.  Do not make the mistake of interpreting my silence to mean that I agree with you, am good, weak, powerless, inactive, uninformed or unaware, that you can impugn me or those I care about indefinitely.  As certain as the sun rises, at a moment of my choosing, when I am ready I WILL say or do something about it.  I’m reminded of foolish children who seek out a witch - insulting and provoking the said witch into action - so that the witch can ‘prove’ to them that witches exist.  When the witch ultimately obliges them by frying their little asses – they cry foul.  Fact - It takes more self control to choose not to abuse power than it does to exercise it knowing that you can, unless you are willing to accept the responsibility and the repercussions of that use.  If you pull a tiger’s tail to prove to yourself how mean it is, you bear some responsibility when it bites off your hand.