Saturday, December 29, 2012

Prayers for a Wildflower

What can I do except write about it? This is all I can do, for now at least.
Let’s do a simple case study.

CHARACTERS:  
The rapist: 
Oh yes it’s a he.
Is extremely horny.
Has a bunch of loser friends who are like him.
Probably watch porn all day? Definitive yes on that.
Maybe has a job. This point as we know, does not matter.

The victim:
Female. That’s all I got.

The police:
Protects the weak, banishes evil, supports the needy, and sorry I have to stop here for fear of death by laughter.

SCENE:
Victim is there. Just simply there.
Rapist/Rapist+buddies spot her. I want the real thing man.

LOCATION:
Any where will do as long we have space to stand and she has her space to, you know.. 

CLIMAX: 
In other news ladies and gentlemen, the rape victim is pregnant. We do not know yet who the father is.
Or worse: rape victim gets married to her captor for child support.

ANALYSIS:
My dear horny Indians, yes you want it. So bad you don’t care where you stick it. Get a wife, do it with it her consensually and STFU. Or pay for it. Do not meander about the streets, look out for the first female and spread your crap into my sisters.

And then behave as if nothing has happened? How? How?
You animal, who gave you the right to be born?

One day, this will be more than a blog. This will be a death sentence for people like you. I will smile and rejoice that your doomsday has finally come.

Till then, I will pray for her. And hope that she can somehow see the light of day, wherever she is.
May your soul rest in peace..