Mother Nature really is a capricious and vindictive evil bitch, always lashing out at people’s vulnerabilities.
For example, a very good friend of mine was a professional photographer until he was stricken with Parkinson’s disease. Now he can’t even hold a camera, let alone take a shake-free photograph.
Beethoven, one of history’s very finest composers – struck deaf.
Destroying the memory and personality of people who want nothing more out of the end of life than to appreciate and love their nearest and dearest.
It is cruel beyond description.
I had always promised myself that I would qualify as a private pilot when approaching retirement. Bitch-Mother had different ideas: the CAA will not issue a licence to anybody who has ever had head surgery.
Would it really be just paranoia to think that the Bitch Queen is out to get everybody?
I am trying to reinvent myself. I have started this blog, I have a YouTube channel (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_t3XeIVK3Y_QT0ZB2CQldQ) and am planning a cottage-industry jewellery-making business – I have had the concept idea for the unique designs, and I already have the basic skills required.
I’m not interested in fame and fortune (“Fortune and Glory, kid. Fortune and Glory” – Indiana Jones to Shortround, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom). An income would be nice, and a little recognition maybe. But not essential.
But in essence what I am doing is giving the bird to Mother-f###ing Nature.
You can kick me as hard as you like, as much as you like, as often as you like, as long as you like. But I’m not staying down just yet.
Suck it up, bitch.
Loser.
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