Sore Losers....

I woke today, feeling a blog coming on.

It is sad when the "golden ones" hurt the innocent "little ones" who are trying valiently to continue with the day to day "grind". Be assured, they want no part in your high school bull-shit. It is humorous that the 16 and 18 year old are being more mature than the "20 and 30 something's" they are surrounded by.

The "golden ones" may give lip service to the "little people", but be not swayed, my little ones, for once your back is turned, they will murder your soul.

Poor, two-faced "golden ones". You never cease to amaze me. Just when I think the drama has died I find that you can not yet let it go. You are hurting me no longer... I pity your juvenile crap. But you have hurt the "little ones. That is real. The words I left behind for them continue to be true. The liberties you took with words that did not belong to you only served as further proof of who truly took the "higher" ground.

You are no longer a "blip on my radar", but hear me when I say this, you have either knowingly or unknowingly proven the worst of yourselves that, until now, was only suspected. Sad.

And so, I continue to learn about you what I wished were untrue. My sense of humanity has been challanged. Another lesson learned. When outside pressures are applied the things inside a person, come out and prove what has been inside all the time.