The Uncensorship of Mobe

have you run out of places to put your anger like I have? There just isn't enough cyberspace or paper or air time to reflect upon on all the things I see wrong on a day to day basis. It has even gotten to the point that I cannot keep quiet either. I have always been one to think before I speak and act, but as of late it has escaped me to do so as I have been opening my mouth at some of the most inopportune times, and, saying the most god-awful things.

It's not as if I want to be this crazy old lady who walks up to total strangers and asks them when was the last time they took a bath? Maybe I am just providing a service to the rest of us that have to smell or look at the unkempt individuals. Or how about the batty bitch who sees the kids with their pants half off cinched around their hips with thier daddy's belt, I just love walking up to them with my drawers half off and tell them mine are cleaner than theirs and to pull their pants up so I don't have to look at the shit stains they are advertising. And then add that if they are so poor that they have to wear their father's/mother's wardrobes then maybe they don't need that IPod or IPhone they have and can use the money to buy better fitting clothes! In the latter situation I don't know whether to beat the hell out of the moms or dads or to just put the little rude shit over my knee and slap the offensive area in the hopes each stroke of my hand will push their thinking brain back up to its point of origin! Better yet, I have noticed it has become increasingly hard to not tell the parents of the screaming meemies under the age of four that their little darling is singing the age old song of "I need a spanking right now please!" and offering to do the job myself. Yup. It has become increasingly hard to keep quiet these days.

I go home all itchy with contempt and need a shower like I just waded through the sewer systems of Haiti with no clothes on. My body cringes and coils up and my palms clench and unclench as I walk the streets with no way to express my feelings and emotions except through words, of disdain. I get that the world doesn't share my views, I do. I even accept that the world is aloof to the social structural breakdowns of our society, really. And if the lot of people share my own disdain then why do they still allow this to continue? Is it that we are all these little worker ants and believe the tyranny of our leaders and just blindly eat what they tell us, speak how they want us, do what they think is appropriate, go where we are told and behave to the manner which best propels THEM forward? And while we're on it...why is it that every person I meet who works in childcare reform is childless? What qualifies them to tell me I cannot flick my daughter in the mouth when she calls me a bitch(not that I would, for to me that is a compliment-in her case when she calls me nice)when they have no clue as to what will really work or not? And everyone yearns for the days when children respected their adults and when we actually had a say to some point in what our towns and cities do with the things and money we provide?? We are breaking down people! And if standing my fat ass up and telling everyone to take a flying fuck for themselves gets me locked up and noticed, if it makes you think about why someone educated would bear the need to explode their verbal "off" button thusly rendering themselves a constant nag to society and its many ills, then my job is far from over as I have the audience I need and maybe in time they will stand up too and wedgie the little fuckers who are showing their drawers. Freedom of expression is one thing-I'm a home nudist and if I went outside in my underwear I would get locked up but because my daughter and her peers do and are considered "attractive" when they do it, it is ok?? Buncha freeking political pedophiles who discriminate against the adults in favor of the youth that they taught to be disrespectful.

I am not going quietly and plan on shouting as loud as can be because it is all I can do! Besides knocking some heads and paddling some asses of course! ~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves