So long ago when I was a small child growing up in Belgrade, I knew for certain the world was a wonderful place. Now after turning forty years old, the world is still wonderful it's just that the rest of you mostly all have mental problems. Allow me to explain and perhaps you all might be healed a little bit, unless this very statement has already made you upset, in which case please go relax and come back when you can accept these words as those of someone who knows what they're talking about. That's how every convincing speech starts, does it not? I know better than you what you are going through? Except in my case, it's true.
A decade ago I was in Belgrade where I grew up, and played soccer with some children. As I was leaving the plateau, I heard screams from around the corner, but they were inhuman. Seeing (pun!) as I have low vision, I walked slower instead of rushing to help. What I saw disturbed me. A man taller than me, more muscular, and with way more hair, as I was balding even back then, and probably more attractive to you ladies than me and my weird eyes, this man was standing over a pretty large brown dog beating it with a giant belt. He was whaling at it, as hard as his arm muscles would let the belt swing through the breezy air. With each hit of the belt onto the dog's left side the poor animal made sounds I only had heard when I did something similar as a child. The little creature was lying on its right side, against a red brick wall of a rental building where many children I played with lived. This building I loved since I was a child and naturally returned there to give back to the community what it gave me many decades before. Now that I am forty and have never even had a woman date me, for all women naturally say no to men who have a disability, I do not regret experiencing this for it shows the difference between me and that individual. Even though you ladies made love to that garbage more than I even was forced to watch porn, still I feel better about myself. So all of your feminist inspired hatred has yet to even come near my beautiful little crippled heart. But do keep trying pink wonders of hatred, keep hating on us disabled men, maybe eventually you will demotivate us and we will vanish and you all will be the kinder gender. All this aside, I watched the man beating that dog mercilessly and the poor defenseless creature squealing, its tail wagging, and I approached, after gently negotiating the stairs leading to his level of the building's property. And I came up to his very face and asked "Why are you beating that dog?". You women want to bring about equality in the world, but never has a woman even stood up for my right to have a pair of glasses in Canada, yet here I was, a disabled man with low vision, asking an Eagle eyed Serbian bigot a simple question, politely, and possibly on the verge of death, too.
And then something unexpected happened. He said "I .. don't know. I .. was .. .high. I am sorry" and he looked at the animal, pet the area he was beating, put the belt on the ground near my feet and walked away. Did you believe that? If so, you are suffering from fantastical thinking. Try and guess what actually happened before reading the rest. If you can not guess, you possibly do not live in reality and have spent too much time imbued in books avoiding reality as most of the women have done whom have never even dared to be friends with a man with weird eyes, let alone tried apologizing for being verbally and socially abusive of us. The man turned to me, with his belt in his right hand, and looked me in my "weird demented devil like eyes" (women's own words) and asked me a question of his own. Can you guess what it was? Do note he had a belt, was beating a dog, and I am nearly blind. It was really irrelevant what happened, because while I was there, he was not beating the dog. While I was present, no matter how long it lasted, seconds or minutes, while he was engaged with me, that dog was able to breath, not cry, and did not feel any pain. So the longer our interaction the less the dog suffered. See that is the lesson none of you would have ever in your years learned if you did not read this blog post. And that is something much of the world lacks - comprehension of reality, and hence why this blog started with the diagnosis that you are all ill. Engaging with a criminal means they are not harming another. They might harm you, granted, but they are not harming another. And this is why women are so paranoid. And this is why when they are even remotely uncomfortable, they keep their distance. For if a man makes them uncomfortable, then he may be dangerous. And this is why no woman stood up to that man, even though many were walking around. But I did, and I am proud of it. After his question I was shaking, in fact I was shaking even while approaching, but the dog looked so hurt. I asked him why why why, and he showed me he was a politician by deflecting the way Canada's political candidates never answer. This is why Canadians are biggots, too, they all learn not to answer directly. But here I am telling you all directly in this blog, most of you in Canada's regime are mentally handicapped people. He asked me, point blankly, "Would you like me to beat you instead?". What else could such a brain dead person ask? Think about that statement. In fact, it was me who was insane by approaching. In fact, I have a mental problem because I used language, politely, asking him why he was doing a bad thing. Would you approach a suicide bomber and ask "Why are you blowing us all up?" I don't think so. Or how about a rapist "Sir, why kindly can you tell me why you are violating such a fine female?". Yes, that is the method I use. That's how Canadian I am. I put my hand up to say no please, and walked slowly but surely away in one piece. And behind me, he kept beating the life out of that dog as if I did not do a thing to prevent it. I could hear the dog crying out for at least a minute while being a hundred meters away. I am sure many others passed by, and perhaps to them and many other dog owners this is normal. It's just that to me, it is a sign of mental retardation, and not on my nor the dog's part. But I will forever know that for that brief period, the dog was not hit. And I created that in the world and in the life of that dog. I gave less suffering by merely asking a polite question.
Well I did the same thing for an American woman from California years before this dog beating event, and it was almost identically the same, except I don't know what happened to her after I walked away. The story is really simple and I will explain with the most basic of words and expressions. The campaign "Violence Against Women" is meant to stop physical harm aimed at those who are weaker than your average bear, given a physical confrontation. Naturally at this point women have lesser muscle mass, so a punch from a man can cause more damage, and so forth. There are women who use this victim status to their advantage and exploit men and that is okay, just like that men exploited the belt against the dog. Some might argue the dog may have earned it - what if it bit the toddler or knocked over a priceless piece of art, and so forth. The guilty always have justification and superior morality but I personally am not interested in their opinions. I do not really believe in "Violence Against Women" as a movement. Instead I am guided by what United Nations describes in its Human Rights declaration, which is greater than this feminist thing. In fact, Violence Against Women is nothing but a puny little step towards reading this UN document on Human Rights and understand those words. For UN seeks to stop harm against all man, not just female, not just child, not just elderly, and especially not just disabled like me. But this lesson, this greater picture, can not be shown to those who lack a greater comprehension of others and the world as a whole. And yet, when I saw her blog on the Internet, and read a hundred posts about her boyfriend abusing her, by pushing her against the wall, punching and so on, it was just like that dog situation. I had to do something. But what does a disabled man, with weird eyes, whom no woman has ever even asked for a phone number of in any school or corporate environment do? Surely not date her? Me dating a near supermodel from California? No use, better skip to the next blog.
Well, that's exactly what I did. In fact, I sent her messages, hundreds, telling her what I thought of what she was describing. Two years later, she left her boyfriend, paid for airfare all by herself, and spent many weeks over the course of a year and a half with me in my bed and my living room in Toronto. In fact, I did not even wish to sleep with her, I wanted something better than that. But she fell in love with me, and obviously not with my "deep beautiful eyes", as all women describe men's eyes (just not mine). And so I was happy knowing that for those years, she was not harmed one bit while in my presence. That is the only reason I slept with her and dated her. There are a ton of stunning females in Toronto, a ton! If I wanted just a pretty girl, I'm sure a random Yonge street passer by would have sufficed. But women don't like disabled men, let alone ones whose sight of mere eyes makes them queasy and uncomfortable. The whole point of this though, is that she visited three or four times throughout our relationship, slept next to me, spent all day with me, and never was she harmed by me. In fact, she did kick me in the nuts accidentally during love making, but for that I forgave her right then and there. And I guess I deserved it, since all the other women of Canada make sure I was as inexperienced and bad at love making as a man can be, by not even kissing me once nor giving me a Valentine's card. And so for the dog I was able to do the same as for her. To provide a breather, and nothing more. That dog didn't become mine, and she isn't mine either.
We broke apart, and she sent me emails telling me of how she never really loved me and how she is making love to a coworker who was taller than me, had more muscle, and was better in bed. In fact, throughout our whole relationship she was exceedingly brutally abusive verbally. Made me cry many nights, missed work, and even when I told her I was in tears and suffering she would say "You haven't cried enough for me to care yet, so cry some more little cry baby". And that was okay. I committed myself to rescuing her from an abusive relationship, and love is about taking the good with the bad right? So I simply told myself, eventually she will relax, and all will be fine and we will be happy. I figured with enough words, I can tell the dog beater to stop beating the dog. After all, a disabled man can never use force can I? Could I have punched the dog beater into his right ankle and rendered him useless in under a second and then stuck my finger tips into his neck and made him lose his breath? No, it is only now after being a Shaolin Kung Fu teacher for a year that I know about these things. Back then I didn't even know how to punch a wall - honest. And yet there is the very fact, that this woman, whom said a man from England was abusing her, started claiming even worse things about me on her blog, and these I could verify for certain not to have been true. But nobody else other than the two of us knew the truth. And in there lies the problem. If she was lying about me, was she always lying about him? Or was she lying about me, because she was on some vengeful quest to equal the balance? Was she dating that other guy, and angry that he abused her, did she want to abuse a man in return and luckily happened upon a poor disabled Canadian with the kind of heart that I was raised with? Why did she accuse me from everything from "raping my body" when I told her I slept with a woman before meeting her whom she didn't approve of me sleeping with, to accusing me of cheating on her with a two week long social gossiping tirade because her best friend sent me naked pictures of herself without me asking for them? She used to keep me up until three in the morning making me apologize for things I did not even do. It is scary what a beautiful woman can do to an ugly weird eyed disabled Canadian, and she did them all, and I'm afraid not just in bed. Those ugly things would have been great mind you, but well that was boring for someone of her caliber I'm sure.
Anyway, the whole point is, she lied about me tremendously, and was I lesser man I would have assumed she lied about the English fellow. For I have known many, many, men from England, and even argued, insulted, and butt heads with them, and never once did it result in any abuse, despite them all seeing the same uncomfortable eyes that women see. Isn't that strange? But I think it's kind of like that dog. After that man beat the dog, its behaviour must have changed. And after she was beat by that fellow, I am certain her attitude towards me was way different than had we met under normal dating circumstances. And this is why the end of the relationship was what it was. There was no way we could last. I started our relationship as means of rescuing her. That's not love. And she loved me, not because she loved me, for she may not even have been attracted to me, like no woman from Toronto is, but she could have just loved the illusion of love that I offered - a chance never to be abused by someone made weaker by disabilities that if the unthinkable happened she could even kill me and nobody would be none the wiser. I gave her perfect safety, and unquestionable love and affection, and endless patience that only a disabled man could have developed after years and years of abuse by his society in Canada. Can you imagine seeing poorly and having to deal with our government? Don't even ask! Filling out tax forms is always a blast, let me tell you. Does this box say Box 19 or 18? So her emails at the end hurt me tremendously, because I was in love. But she was wiser at that point, having become a bully and an aggressor herself. She realized what she had done. She had become the very people she complained of sans physical violence. She took someone who loved her endlessly, thought of her so perfect that he didn't even look at other women on the subway, and she abused him until he was crying and had to resign from his dream job. And thus she realized, there is no way it was love and wanted to make sure I never once would welcome her into my life again, no matter what. And thus she sent me emails about her new boyfriend and making love to him, as obviously that would hurt me to death. And it did, and I did die. In fact, after that email I was brought back with CPR by a cop on a lonely sidewalk in San Francisco.
Since then, I have never helped another soul and never will. For after that, for some reason the government of Canada became abusive of me, even locked me up and tortured me and there now even are paper records claiming that me, the man who helped and loved this much, was "abusive of women". There are records of this in my former nation of Serbia and in Canada. The only catch is? I have never even kissed a woman in these places, nor made love to one, nor been to a birthday party, nor gone drinking, dancing, etc. Sure with the woman from California I did all that, but she paid a plane ticket and took me by the hand to my own bed. I didn't even ask for us to sleep together nor hint at it. I don't even flirt with women on the soccer field. So claiming I am abusive of anyone is laughable, except when doctors in mental health claim it and with uneducated third world police forces lock the man up, as they did with me, and drug him with three handfuls of pills three times a day for months in a prison where any disobedience results in (as funny as this sounds) a black eye. I have witnessed in Belgrade such gross violations of human rights, that well, I think a Navy SEAL should have been in my place. Why on God's green Earth would a disabled man born blind at birth be put through any of this, and mostly at the hands of women, for the neuropsychiatrist keeping me there was a female, why would I be abused by the very system designed to help people, was beyond my level of comprehension. But do bare in mind, when one learns English at school, one can sit and invent stories with it. Medical education is exactly the same. A doctor can invent anything with quite convincing language and can use it as justification to drug whomever displeases whomever runs the show in that nation. If I know technology, I could tell you "your TCP window is too big and if you remove this file your Internet will be faster" except the file I say is crucial for your work and now your computer is toast and you need to pay me $65 plus HST (tax) to fix it as its your fault and you removed the wrong file. If you can relate to this simple example, why would you believe that doctors who do this very deed do not exist? Bad plumber. Bad cop. Bad spy. Bad doctor. Bad psychiatrist. Bad girlfriend. But never bad dog.
You are all sick in the head, and my suffering shows it. That dog should have never screamed for five minutes like that. And she should have never had to write those words on her blog about either me or that other fellow. And both cried out for help. And me, a disabled man, helped them both faster, better, and sooner, than any of you thousands who read her words and heard the dog's screams. Me, the man who did not even graduate from high school's grade ten level. Me, a man who doesn't know how to even fart in front of a cop. This is who is telling you all that you're all pussies. In closing, I fought for an abused woman and supported "Violence Against Women" and then women locked me up and drugged me for months and even years afterwards. Now you tell me what's the problem with the rest of you who ignored all these problems and forced me to bare the brunt of them. For if even one real man helped the woman, I wouldn't have suffered. And if even one child kicked the dog beater in the nuts, I wouldn't have suffered. But nobody did. And that's pathetic.
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