The Palestinian people are nothing but victims of hatred and nastiness from just about every angle. The IDF have persecuted them and Hamas are executing them. Is this real life with human intelligence. Or are we A hateful curse?!
And the men they shoot so recklessly are held to account for doing no wrong, other than wish to survive.
Wemust worry for their wives, their mothers and children. What have the gunmen and rapists done to them?! Filth! All of those attacking the poor and innocent. Are COWARDLY Filth! Be really fucking ashamed. Dig deep for your own salvation. FILTH!
Some facts here about the broadly often misunderstood topic of Autism that we all need to tread with more gently. Seen too much nastiness towards those who are special and sadly, often instigated by those in seemingly high places. Needs to be addressed.
If you cannot be kind then shut the fuck up. We don’t need nastiness in the playground. It also amazes me how parents can treat others the way they would not want their kids to be treated. Hardly a good example. Being thoughtful and aware (to me) is more prevalent in those regarded lower class too. Who seem to spend more time in the community than pretending to live a life they do not, behind closed posh doors. There should be no stigma with autism.
This is so dreadful it is hardly worth sharing but I will. A friend sent me a screenshot from the woman who for eight years now has devoted her timeline on the Twitter platform, hiding behind her celebrity partner to attack and stalk me whilst simulating my ideas, titles and covers to write the most mundane books, despite being a reading addict herself – she’s made her fortune this way. It is a gift to inspire anyone yet a curse to endorse hatred and bitterness. A woman is a Goddess to be adorned – not a victim of her appearance. The soul runs much deeper. And in this day and time a good woman will already know that together we nurture this unstable planet and not use torrid hatred to divide and seperate. Your wealth is not your soul. Your soul is your true intent and an ugly soul is fine if it can be healed. But every now and again we find a soul that is empty. And we let that go to the waste of our universe and we do not show remorse. Be original – live your life and be inspired by your own footsteps.
I am not on Twitter. It was posted shortly after I put a photo of me wearing a hat a friend sent me to help him with his current situation in crisis. My street name is Queen Bee. I am a street photographer and I am trusted by many artists. So the yellow hat was hugely symbolic. It took him months to make it and I won’t have him ridiculed. It’s enough now. If a child behaved like this to another a child it could cause them to self harm or become withdrawn. It is disgusting a grown woman who has all she wants in life has resorted to such pure hatred. I even held out a letter of hope at the weekend, offering to help them find a new pet to replace their cat that died. This type of cyber bullying is prevalent amongst all age groups not just kids. It was not enough for her to distribute poison pen messages to animal welfare groups. My time helping kids who are going through bullying at school showed me a cyber bully will use manipulation and cryptic games to make the target feel vulnerable and isolated. But for a grown woman to indulge … it’s beyond comprehension. I have tried to get her head on but she hides when confronted. I talk face to face. I am ready. Always ready to face a bully because they are the scum of this earth.
If it does not stop I will be naming/shaming and invite her (once more) to speak with us face to face about her ongoing spite campaign against me. I am trying my best to build good spirit during this tough time. It is so sad when a small few of others resent it and want to tear people down due to their own insecurities. Please note the lovely person who devised this fund raiser has no idea how it has been used to attack me. I feel sad a lovely cause has been used as a weapon to pack a Tweet. This is exactly what we need to break down in our sick society.
Even if I did look like a scarecrow it would not make me any less loved as it is what’s inside that counts. I despise cowards who hide behind their keyboards. I wish she would leave me alone. It would have been better not see it to be honest. It won’t stop me trying. If I behaved like that towards someone my family would be disgusted with me. Anyone who endorses a bully is just as bad. What a dreadful woman to still be full of revenge during such difficult times. What a waste of her energy. Keep going everyone – small steps make progress – stay in the positive. Tiff. X
I may be fairly insignificant in terms of the hub of the web but I love my blog. I’ve had it for two years now. It has healed me. I think it’s saved my life a couple of times too. I’d hit the bottom – really.
Two significant changes in my life are my love of some great people out there – they are mostly men! Ironically, having come from physical and mental abuse – I do love men. I have two sons. I adore them most.
I care and I mean what I say. I believe I tell the truth. I don’t play games – I don’t use signs and mimic others. I say it how it is. And If I can use my heart and love combined with my qualifications to give someone a wake up call. I will. Sometimes my kids must hate me. I don’t care because I am their mum and only want what is best. Not to be loved or adored and certainly not thanked. But to know, I have tried. I don’t want enemies. But if someone treats me with disregard for being kind (tough) whatever – then I will defend myself.
We can forgive but we should never forget – people will become humble but can flip like a sixpence. Always be your own best friend – encourage others to do the same. We can all be unique together. When we pull the vulnerable into the equation it becomes a battle and there is never a winner. I will always support the under dog. I would prefer to be invisible with those who need help than stand tall and look down upon love. That’s the way I am. I ain’t changing. I don’t hide – I don’t gossip. There is not one person out there that can hold me to account. I will always talk face to face – but don’t ever expect an easy ride.
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