TACKY OLD MEN
By: Iris P. Concepcion

Last night, a presumably dead man gathering worms inside an urn of lies, berated this writer: harassed even to the point that this writer laughed it off as some sick mind's cling to his drugged self living under the guise of pure public service.

I am thankful though for the sane people surrounding me; for whacking this ugly person's deceit to fame, the kind that only STD's can stand.

Have you ever been hounded by these types? If you do: free to call me and I am going to advise you on what to do. Exactly that: hit them back; do not be a morose caving in to their lurid dissection of yourself. The thing is you did not give in to their booze, drugs, trips, mistress collecting and plain rejection of what they represent: abuse.

I promised to write about this before and I think this old stuttered old hag with a propensity to get hospitalized via his abused women's coffers need a second death, the kind who can fix his extraterrestial face with a dose of decency: shot it through his system of duplicity.

I have been forewarned of these types, oh, the battered women getting choked in cars by men with large tummies and bad breath who tell you off as "yar ugly". The nerve. They who do not feed you do not have the right to berate you like you are one used-up person. Only one chance to decency and they do not want to take THAT opportunity.

That is pain, if you may want to call it that. Selfishness in its purest warped form.

I have seen these abandoned children in state of disarray. I think people in the know are hitting this man's ass back and for good reason.

Laban is not a thing to get casual about. It is not an abusive tagline for sycophant ways. I do not leech nor suck everyone's power trips to give me good graces.

You simply face the truth that we are foisted for a brave, new, young, world without the seedy faces of these old dirty hags using public offices to prey and badmouth women.

I am so glad I slapped this freak over time. I even told one of his abused women I did that.

Her reply: "Ang tapang mo Iris."

You could not begin to decipher what this cheapo had addressed me: taking potshots at the state of my personhood as if he is describing a pig. This is my foray to explanation. You know whom to nail if I get pushed somehow.

Yes, who cares about the world of hecklers when out of the noise someone says "I love You Iris" in a meaningful way. You just need to learn to move forward and get allied with people who do not pull you down.

Yes. I deserve handsome men with good attitude. Not old people with STDs and reality problems.

Now: would you really support this faux public servant?

If you feel for this writer, e-mail her at coniris@gmail.com / i_concepcion@yahoo.com.

It is a terrible, hostile, OLD alleys of insecure old lackeys and you just need to fight them BACK.

P.S.

You know how you get accustomed to people being mature and all? Anyway, one of the freshest and uplifting things that had happened to me lately is watching someone in an absolutely kiddie trek mode. He stared at me while doing it, in diagonal form. As in slanting. I said: What a kid.

And that evens it up.