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i'm blogging again, and i've decided there will be no grammar checks. no spelling checks. i will just write. about anything. if people choose to read- i'll always appreciate it.
i just redid the lay out of my apaptment - then i walked through the blinding snow to buy some beer as a reward. then i listened to a horrifying radio report about a serial killer who used to leave notes about his crimes in the seventies - notes that described strangling an eleven year old girl and hanging her from a pipe in her basement. i'm still shivering. he was only recently caught and it turned out he was a leader in his church, a man with a family and a job and all those stable things that show what multiple personality disorder can produce with perfect skill.
oh- how can fiction that i write ever be "unbelievable"? People starve their foster children. And on a much more normal note- people beat their children. But how is that believable. That you could raise a fist and hit a child. Then again - your own child. I mean think about it- try to imagine that action. Imagine your own father/mother, balling his fist, looking you straight in the eye and lowering a blow. Children shoot their teachers. Priests rape children. Unknown strangers pick up teenagers on highways, rape them and leave them in unmarked cornfields. People blow up cars in the middle of busy markets and kill other people.
Remove all the politics, all the psychology, all the apologies. the political correctness and look at the action. Is any of it believable?