Criminal
09-28-2002, 09:48 PM
So I am this ultra leftist who gets on the net and biches about everything from George W to the IMF to the way that the mass media misleads the sheeple in AmeriKKKa. Well there this other side of me as well. My parents, conservative thought they were, raised me to take all people as people and not to see their skin color. The fact that someone speaks with an accent or is black or has slanted eyes or that they are gay or have impronouncible last names has never been an issue with me. That a person goes to a different church, synagague or temple than I do means nothing to me. That someone is in a wheelchair or has one arm or stutters or cant see or hear does nto mean that they are any less a human than I am.
I grew up in a predominately white, middle class suburb. In my high school class there were only 3 or 4 blacks that I can remember. We had one mexican kid (who was my best friend) and a number of asian kids (they were the smart ones). Well being not terribly rich as some other kids were I was sort of on the edge. I did not get to spend my vacations at a summer cottege or anything like that. I did not get a Porshe for my birthday. In fact I never owned a car until I graduated College.
Well over the last few years my ability to tolerate my fellow man has been severely tested. It all started when I met the lady who was destined to become my Mrs. I do not wish to go into the details on how we met. Most readers of this story would not even believe me if I said how it happened. Lets just say it was a sort of incredible story, rather like a fairy tale. Well we were married very quickly after meeting.
Now there were several things I need mention about this young lady. First she was extremely beautiful. Being rather unattractive myself, I never immagined that such a lady could love me. There was one other thing, she was not from this country. In fact she was Czech, just off the plane!
Her foreignness really attracted me. I loved her speech. I loved how she was always surprised at everything I showed her. I got to play tourguide to her, showing her my city. She cooked very well. She was very old fashoned, insisting on doing the cooking, even when I wanted to. Most importantly, our lovemaking was nothing short of wonderful. It was something I never got tired of.
Well things started happening. First our baby was born exactly one year after the marriage. The baby was a fantastic experience but it changed the relationship between us. We spent less time in eachothers arms. We never had time to do anything with eachother.
The wife found work. First at a Czech newspaper. Later she worked for a Czech Resturant. She finally got a car.
It was several years into the marriage when strange things started happening. We bought a house even though we could not afford to do so. To meet some of the expenses, the wife decided to rent out our basement. I was against the idea but she assured me it was ok. We had a group of strange foreign people living downstairs. At first it was 4 young men. Later one of them had his wife and two kids living with us.
I had several issues with these people. I worked early and on weekends and these people had parties downstairs. They made a mess of the back yard. The neighbors complained a lot. Sometimes the police were over.
While this was happening I could feel my wife drifting further and further from me. She went out during the night, sometimes all night. She had some alibis but they were not good ones. She said she was with friends but I found out from the same friends that she was never there.
One one occasion I joined the people downstairs and spoke to one drunken Czech man. He told me that my wife was having an affair with his friend. Later I confronted my with with this but she denied it.
I made desperate attempts to save the marriage, I sought counciling but my wife refused to go. I ended up going by myself. I was perscribed anti depressants. On one occasion I made her a romantic supper of Filet Mignon, vegtables and black forrest cake for desert. She came home and said she was not hungry. Then she left for the evening. I was so upset that I just cried and cried. I became suicidal. Often I would drive about looking for a bridge to jump from.
It was during December of 1998 that she finally told me she did not love me. At that time we slept in different beds and lived seperate lives. I knew then I needed to get a divorce.
As time went on I learned that for many years my wife deceived me. She not only had one but a succession of affairs with different men. This happened as I was loyal to her.
Well my wife wanted the house but I refused to give it to her. My parents lent us the money to buy it so it was mine. Not long after that I forced the people downstairs out and found that the place was really torn apart. I actually found a compartment with garbage stored inside. Someone actually went throught the effort of putting garbage in a compartment and walling it in with dry wall.
Other things got me angry. My wife's friend who she cosigned for defaulted on his car loan and I was forced to make the payments. Then real problems began when my wife called the building department on me and I fought a year long battle with the city.
Now I live in a city populated largely by immigrants. Mostly they are mexican but there are a great many polish and Czech.
I had a chance to speak with a friend at work who had a Polish wife. She not only cheated him but sent some people to have him killed. Later she tried to have him arrested for assulting her but fortunately for him the judge knew she was full of shiit.
Now I will say something I never thought I would say but there are a class of people I hate. These are Czech, Polish and other eastern european people. I am not talking about 2nd or 3rd generation people but those recently in the country. I have not met any people from this part of the world who do not drink or smoke. Everyone I know from there cheats on their wives, beats their children and are dirty.
I actually know someone who works with Polish people and he said that when 9/11 happened they were laughing and said its about time the US gets a taste of hell. You see they did not identify with the US. Well all I can say is this....
God Bless America!!!!!
I grew up in a predominately white, middle class suburb. In my high school class there were only 3 or 4 blacks that I can remember. We had one mexican kid (who was my best friend) and a number of asian kids (they were the smart ones). Well being not terribly rich as some other kids were I was sort of on the edge. I did not get to spend my vacations at a summer cottege or anything like that. I did not get a Porshe for my birthday. In fact I never owned a car until I graduated College.
Well over the last few years my ability to tolerate my fellow man has been severely tested. It all started when I met the lady who was destined to become my Mrs. I do not wish to go into the details on how we met. Most readers of this story would not even believe me if I said how it happened. Lets just say it was a sort of incredible story, rather like a fairy tale. Well we were married very quickly after meeting.
Now there were several things I need mention about this young lady. First she was extremely beautiful. Being rather unattractive myself, I never immagined that such a lady could love me. There was one other thing, she was not from this country. In fact she was Czech, just off the plane!
Her foreignness really attracted me. I loved her speech. I loved how she was always surprised at everything I showed her. I got to play tourguide to her, showing her my city. She cooked very well. She was very old fashoned, insisting on doing the cooking, even when I wanted to. Most importantly, our lovemaking was nothing short of wonderful. It was something I never got tired of.
Well things started happening. First our baby was born exactly one year after the marriage. The baby was a fantastic experience but it changed the relationship between us. We spent less time in eachothers arms. We never had time to do anything with eachother.
The wife found work. First at a Czech newspaper. Later she worked for a Czech Resturant. She finally got a car.
It was several years into the marriage when strange things started happening. We bought a house even though we could not afford to do so. To meet some of the expenses, the wife decided to rent out our basement. I was against the idea but she assured me it was ok. We had a group of strange foreign people living downstairs. At first it was 4 young men. Later one of them had his wife and two kids living with us.
I had several issues with these people. I worked early and on weekends and these people had parties downstairs. They made a mess of the back yard. The neighbors complained a lot. Sometimes the police were over.
While this was happening I could feel my wife drifting further and further from me. She went out during the night, sometimes all night. She had some alibis but they were not good ones. She said she was with friends but I found out from the same friends that she was never there.
One one occasion I joined the people downstairs and spoke to one drunken Czech man. He told me that my wife was having an affair with his friend. Later I confronted my with with this but she denied it.
I made desperate attempts to save the marriage, I sought counciling but my wife refused to go. I ended up going by myself. I was perscribed anti depressants. On one occasion I made her a romantic supper of Filet Mignon, vegtables and black forrest cake for desert. She came home and said she was not hungry. Then she left for the evening. I was so upset that I just cried and cried. I became suicidal. Often I would drive about looking for a bridge to jump from.
It was during December of 1998 that she finally told me she did not love me. At that time we slept in different beds and lived seperate lives. I knew then I needed to get a divorce.
As time went on I learned that for many years my wife deceived me. She not only had one but a succession of affairs with different men. This happened as I was loyal to her.
Well my wife wanted the house but I refused to give it to her. My parents lent us the money to buy it so it was mine. Not long after that I forced the people downstairs out and found that the place was really torn apart. I actually found a compartment with garbage stored inside. Someone actually went throught the effort of putting garbage in a compartment and walling it in with dry wall.
Other things got me angry. My wife's friend who she cosigned for defaulted on his car loan and I was forced to make the payments. Then real problems began when my wife called the building department on me and I fought a year long battle with the city.
Now I live in a city populated largely by immigrants. Mostly they are mexican but there are a great many polish and Czech.
I had a chance to speak with a friend at work who had a Polish wife. She not only cheated him but sent some people to have him killed. Later she tried to have him arrested for assulting her but fortunately for him the judge knew she was full of shiit.
Now I will say something I never thought I would say but there are a class of people I hate. These are Czech, Polish and other eastern european people. I am not talking about 2nd or 3rd generation people but those recently in the country. I have not met any people from this part of the world who do not drink or smoke. Everyone I know from there cheats on their wives, beats their children and are dirty.
I actually know someone who works with Polish people and he said that when 9/11 happened they were laughing and said its about time the US gets a taste of hell. You see they did not identify with the US. Well all I can say is this....
God Bless America!!!!!