WRITING THE PINCH
By: Iris P. Concepcion

I have read a lot of literature about badly battered women who had acted as martyrs and stuck it out with abusive men just because they provide security and allowances.

I never understood the psyche of martyrdom since in every instance of any harm done my way in that manner, I hit back like I must.

Last night, I experienced a most horrible brush with this casual abuse.

I was teaching a kid her assignment near a street pavement. This large (large-nosed and nose-flaring, pot-bellied black man---a feature of this blog who once choked a mistress in his car and called it affection---may God bless his soul for that, and his numerous kids who must pay for his flesh sins) man divested a kid of her seat, plumped himself on the seat and started yacking stupid things. I told him to move out. He punched my arm. I allowed it to pass.

The next thing he did, he pinched me on my leg. The following thing ensued. I removed my slippers and just hit him with a forewarning: "Do that again or I'll bust your one damn ugly face!"

He was ascribing me things that only losers can perhaps construe as bravery. Their valor comes in hitting women since they could not take on guys their size.

If men like these tell you it was just a joke, better think twice. Men like these are incendiary marks of possible wife beaters. I had been bullied by this stupid D.O.M. in the past---this dope-drenched, power-hungry slob of a wood. I do not know how his people tolerate his bad manners and abuse. This is a public lynching of this sad excuse for a man only a monkey-faced mother can possibly tolerate and love.

I can only think of one thing: For as long as there are corporations and groups that support this kind of behavior, he will just be burgeoning a branch of olive trees coked with blood money and human rights violations, repeatedly and compunctiously. When people cave in to these threats, chances are, he shall be repeating this horrible cycle to his dancers, mistresses or naive women on the prowl, making this place a harsher world to live in.

Sip in the juices as his kids possibly wallow in misery over the violations of their father: that lame excuse for a person. In three stooges, I have always thought that Larry is the worst actor and he seemed to have been extracted from an ecstasy world of victimizing----forget the joke.

This ain't a joke though. When someone is already dead, you just need to tell the sad ghost to back off, scratch his stupid balls somewhere in Paris with his mistresses and perhaps, have his kids parade their tears in front of him as he eats his dope loots.

What a shameful, terrible man.

For me? Mar Roxas would not have done this. Not ever.

(Someone, a woman writer, advised me to write this. I was glad I was surrounded by strong women who provided a buffer last night and shut this tree's coked self. When people helped kindly, he shoved his cellphone on the helper's face. Sign of cowardice. As everything was streaming, he left like a screwed up man in need of a psychology test somewhere in Burundi. Worse, people look up to this person as a mentor. A misnomer, he is your average northern slob. Nobody advised this guy to stop his abusive behavior? Nobody dare talk to him that way because he is too old and ugly to be slapped hard.

I did though (it is my badge and I shall hit that bastard again, for the unnamed women he had abused in the past). I swear if I had a gun, I would have hit his nose first so that he could frequent his dermatologist or facial surgeon for good. I believe he does this often to improve his freaking image.

On a brighter side, people had uplifted the twists in my writings. I have seen the clothes specially designed by kids (I would have wanted it---its trademark is unique/video connection). I have read their writings too and that will likewise make things bearable for an expanded area of growth and designs in this calm, calm, calm world.

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