Journals of Lord Malinov

the poetry of madness

slide ride

I have come to hate unscrupulous people, the ones who seem convinced that, indeed, the ends justify the means.

Unscrupulous people are ugly.  Even when they fight in good causes, they infect the good with their evil.

We went to a club on Saturday night.  I was wearing sandals and found myself turned away.  I knew the rule was imposed upon them, so I didn't make a fuss.  When I returned to the club, properly shod, they escorted us to the best seat in the house and free cover.  Treat people with respect and the rewards shower down.  A simple act of sensibility impressed them beyond belief.  We were treated like celebraties all night long.  We danced with rythmic abandon.

We received a hardy round of support when we attended Matt's soccer game only to discover that the eX had taken him camping that morning instead.  One of the eX's closer friends - an attractive woman who has always kept a reasonable distance from me  - came right over to me, gave me a hug and began to rant about the constant discourtesies handed out by the bimbeX. 

What can I say?  The eX throws another ally into my arms.  I can't complain, but it is the weirdest thing I've ever witnessed.  It is astounding how many friends I have made because they dislike my eX.  It's pretty obvious now how she took advantage of me.  I appear noble in my gracious victory over her selfish crueltry.  I won without taking a shot, without ever once lowering myself to her disgustipating level.  I am proud of myself.  I conducted this campaign with calm intelligence.  I won at every single step. 

At the same time, I gave her far more than she deserved and she stole even more from me.  My victory was costly, in terms of cash, but I have never been one for material possessions, other than using them frequently.  I have always known that I can make as much money as I want and anything she took, I can easily replace.  I won in having my freedom from her stupid domination.  I won in having the undying love of my children, despite her ugly, ugly, ugly mud-slinging campaign.  Her stupidity has cost her their respect.  I don't encourage them in this, and even counter it where it makes sense to do so, but I have witnessed her destruction of their relationship over the past few years and it is a sad, scary thing.

I no longer push.  I follow the roll and slide of the Universe.  It takes me to the strangest places.

I slow down and listen.  God doesn't want to hear your whiny bullcrap.  Listen to the Diety.  Show some respect.

never let me down

The other day, Janis was wailing out her version of Cry.  During one incredible vocal spurt, Cats crinkled her nose.  "Show-off."

I started saying "show-off" to people who won or had a good move.  Chastising someone for displaying their prowess is a curious and kinda fun compliment.

M

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