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Rant
Strange how the death of someone, even someone that you did not like as a person, brings introspection and sometimes even sadness. Based on the history of the relationship between myself and the deceased I’ve heard that my LJ posting and myself, have been characterized as being hypocritical. As another woman who’s outspokenness I admire as well as her intellect stated – my LJ represents MY thots and feelings and doesn’t have to be either politically correct or live up to anyone’s preconceived notions of what is right, wrong or acceptable. You don’t like it, don’t read it. Comment if you feel you want to or must but do not expect to change what it is I post or change what it is I am, feel or choose to express.
It is public knowledge that the deceased and I fought. I didn’t like nor approve on principle how he treated women, used them and conned them out of money before moving on to the next one. He had a talent for it, had charm and a voice that would melt stone, and saw nothing wrong with what he did. He was unashamed for causing pain and financial hardship to women, considered it his prerogative to do what he wanted or the gods would not have given him that gift. While publicly he professed love for his intended victims to all who would listen, privately he had contempt for those females outside the Family and considered them his lawful prey and playthings - bitches in heat that got exactly what they deserved. It might not have become an issue except for one thing. He had the poor taste to try it on someone dear to me. When he made it personal I felt compelled to do more than just stand by and wait for nature to take its course (as I was advised by more than one individual.) I did all I could to take into consideration his upbringing, his youth, his sense of being alone and disconnected, and his selfish need to be the center of attention. I made excuses for his behavior even while I was actively trying to curtail it. While I understood – I could not condone. That was the past.
We had begun speaking the last several months before he died and while he never apologized and saw nothing wrong with what he did, we had managed to progress to the point where we could discuss other topics – usually civilly. I had hope that he would grow and mature – given time and the incentive. Now there is no time, no second chances, no growth or learning … and yes, I am sad he is dead.
I’ve been accused of being a hypocrite because I did not dance for joy that he is dead like some people think I should have. Personally, I find death not to be a source of joy, even for those I did not like. To me…it is still a waste. A waste of what might have been, of the opportunities, the potential, the gifts the gods did give him and one day he might have learned to use properly given time.
Yeah he wasn’t my ‘favorite nephew’ – but he was Family in a very real sense. And as such…I mourn him and I extend my sympathy to those who did love him for all his faults and his virtues. He was human....and capable of mistakes.
It is public knowledge that the deceased and I fought. I didn’t like nor approve on principle how he treated women, used them and conned them out of money before moving on to the next one. He had a talent for it, had charm and a voice that would melt stone, and saw nothing wrong with what he did. He was unashamed for causing pain and financial hardship to women, considered it his prerogative to do what he wanted or the gods would not have given him that gift. While publicly he professed love for his intended victims to all who would listen, privately he had contempt for those females outside the Family and considered them his lawful prey and playthings - bitches in heat that got exactly what they deserved. It might not have become an issue except for one thing. He had the poor taste to try it on someone dear to me. When he made it personal I felt compelled to do more than just stand by and wait for nature to take its course (as I was advised by more than one individual.) I did all I could to take into consideration his upbringing, his youth, his sense of being alone and disconnected, and his selfish need to be the center of attention. I made excuses for his behavior even while I was actively trying to curtail it. While I understood – I could not condone. That was the past.
We had begun speaking the last several months before he died and while he never apologized and saw nothing wrong with what he did, we had managed to progress to the point where we could discuss other topics – usually civilly. I had hope that he would grow and mature – given time and the incentive. Now there is no time, no second chances, no growth or learning … and yes, I am sad he is dead.
I’ve been accused of being a hypocrite because I did not dance for joy that he is dead like some people think I should have. Personally, I find death not to be a source of joy, even for those I did not like. To me…it is still a waste. A waste of what might have been, of the opportunities, the potential, the gifts the gods did give him and one day he might have learned to use properly given time.
Yeah he wasn’t my ‘favorite nephew’ – but he was Family in a very real sense. And as such…I mourn him and I extend my sympathy to those who did love him for all his faults and his virtues. He was human....and capable of mistakes.
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