My late father had a saying.
"We're off like a herd of turtles!"
Then there's the old saying, "slow and steady wins the race."
I ain't so sure about that one at this stage of the game. It seems to me if I'm going to get a win, I kind of need to get it sooner rather than later.
Today's Thera-Pets card was a nice otter with the following message:
Don't focus on success or failure.
Just focus on your effort.
Focus on trying.
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Kate has another one that I like. She shared this one online. I had it displayed on my old Horror Harridans Writing Sisterhood blog. The blog still exists as an archive, but I had to stop posting there because the only comments I ever got were from bots.
This is the attitude that I need to remember.
I got trolled yesterday by some sick fuck after sharing a link to an article about the Emmett Till case. The woman whose accusations led to the then fourteen-year-old Till's brutal murder may finally be tried for her role in the crime. It's a damn shame that her piece of shit husband and his piece of shit half-brother will never do any time for their direct role in the killing. Both of them are dead. They even confessed to a Look Magazine reporter that they had committed the murder, but thanks to double jeopardy laws, they couldn't be retried. If that ain't a steaming pile of shit, I don't know what is.
Anyway, I and others who shared the article got tagged in a post that contained the phrase "kill n****rs" copy-pasted repeatedly. I know, that's some real jeenyus right there. How can anyone hope to compete with that level of brilliance? I reported and blocked the shithead, obviously. However, I was left unsettled. It reminded me of being cyber-stalked back in the early 2000s.
I wasn't worried that the guy doing the cyberstalking was going to be able to physically harm me. He was in India. He wasn't rich, just some dumb fuck with several screws loose. He probably couldn't have even gotten a visa to travel to the US. His harassment was all online. He knew I was a sexual assault survivor and he would leave comments like, "We want you. We think you're sexy."
Yeah, I know, referring to himself in the plural is not exactly an indicator of solid mental fortitude. It was still unsettling.
This dogshit for brains ass clown would also needle me about the fact that my posts never got many comments.
I tried to block him, but Blogger's blocking function is seriously half-assed. I used another blocking app for a while, but this is how deranged this guy was. He let it slip that he would get around the blocking app by going to different cyber cafes. There are a metric ass-ton of cybercafes in Mumbai. I shut down my original blog because dealing with him was so odious.
So, for those who think I should turn off comment monitoring and allow anonymous comments, the response is not only no but hell no.
The dumb piece of shit from yesterday is not going to bother cyberstalking me. He was a hit-and-run troll. Still, it reminded me of my cyber stalker from the early 2000s, and that was not a fun stroll down Memory Lane. Most of my memories aren't, and that's why I'm in the state I'm in.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
Ornery Owl is once again done with everyone's shyyyyyt
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"Never mind about it, Ornery! It's time for breakfast!"
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