Today I watched “Lorena” on Prime Video. It would have been just another interesting documentary, but the topic is exactly the kind of male privilege above everyone else’s consideration attitude on Bobbitt’s part that the IdIoTTwins go around espousing everywhere. They think they actually have the right to rape, steal, kill, or do anything they want as they see fit because supposedly they are so much superior to all others that everyone should just innately understand to let them have their way. The idea of a woman, who should do exactly what they want her to do, fighting back and putting a stop to the abuse by cutting off the man’s penis.
So here are some of the things that happened today while I watched this docu-drama series. First, every time the show talked about the woman hurting the man or having any rights, or anything of that nature, they had some person in the neighborhood use a nail gun. A lot of the people they have do their intimidation stuff are trades people associated with the Masons, which started ages ago in the craftsman trade of masonry. Well, my Dad was a craftsman level carpenter. He was not an apprentice. He was a master level carpenter. I remember vividly when my Dad had to learn to use a nail gun when I was a kid. He knew how, but he preferred to hand nail. One of the jobs he got the foreman made him use the nail gun. Dad was faster than most people using a nail gun, but the foreman told him that with practice he would be even faster with a nail gun. He accidentally shot a nail through the meaty part of his forefinger. Luckily it was not a big 16 penny nail. They were putting up houses in McAlester and that involves the big nails, but he was working on a part of the project that used the smaller ones. His finger hurt, but was basically ok. Later though he got blood poisoning from it. I could see the black lines of his veins. He actually stayed home sick. Dad was never sick which made it one of the most vivid memories of my childhood.
These IdIoTTwins don’t know my childhood stories. They haven’t bothered to know anything about me. So they do dumb things like have a nail gun shot making the “rat-a-tat” sounds of a machine gun. It basically is a machine that is a gun to shoot nails, so it sounds a lot like what you hear on tv or movies, but I knew what it was. I noticed though that every time the points were being made that the guy raped his wife and she fought back or wanted to escape, the rat-a-tat sounds were done as if on cue. I didn’t react so they had it getting closer to my house.
Then at the climax of one of the shows when Lorena is found not guilty, but still has to go to a mental hospital a really loud siren sounded right in the street outside of my house. I was in the middle of knotting macrame, so I didn’t leave it to see what it was right away. Plus I wanted to see what was happening in the show. The siren was very theatrical. It sounded like the sirens sounded on old 40s movies about gangsters. I went out and looked after that part of the show was over and there was no one out there. But it was just so ridiculous. Even for these IdIoTs it was absurd.
My husband and I started chatting on our iPads. Then I told my husband I was going to watch the end of the series. He said he didn’t mind. But as I watched the end of the show my husband started sliding down further and further. Finally, I said, “I can’t see you, dear.” He snapped angrily, “Well then it will just be a while. I’m sick of dealing with it!” Which made no sense. That’s a message from the IdIoTTwins. I flipped them off, off-camera, knowing they would be watching for my reaction. I just didn’t reply to my husband. I said under my breath, “I am not talking to you IdIoT-assholes. I don’t want to see you. I want to see my husband. I don’t want to get any messages from either of you. Get out!”
I had flashbacks of being in Alaska, begging my husband to help me because I thought I was going crazy. I even begged some people at my work to help me. All of those people said in frustrated or angrily to quit crying because they couldn’t understand me. My husband they had yell at me to “knock it off!”, like I was doing it on purpose. They kept having people say to me that they couldn’t understand what I was saying and they didn’t know what I wanted. They were torturing me and then when I melted down crying they yelled at me like I was doing something wrong and bad. They talked to me like a child. Child or adult, what they said to me was abuse either way. They blamed me when I couldn’t even talk. I would be crying so hard I was gulping for air. My ribs would be sore from crying and wailing. I could not control it. I was in hysterics. Once I passed out on the sidewalk in 10 degree weather in February in Alaska. My husband just kept walking and went in the house. He didn’t even come and see if I was ok. I ended up crawling into the house and lying in the doorway. I laid there until I could breathe, shut the door, and get to the couch. My husband wouldn’t even look at me, like I didn’t exist at all.
I said, because I know they read my lips with some software they have access to…I said that I do not want to have anything to do with the IdIoTTwins. I want them completely out of my life. They keep acting like I am trying to get something from them. I don’t want them in my life at all. I don’t want money from them. They acted like I was like Lorena. Not to take away from her story, but my life is nothing like her. I am not an immigrant. In fact I am the United States Citizen. They are British SUBJECTS. They need to go back to their tiny inbred island and withdraw from the world and pretend they are amazing. I don’t need them. America doesn’t need them. They are parasites.
AND I AM NOT THEIR WIFE. I AM NOT THE WIFE OF EITHER TWIN. I NEVER DATED THEM. I AM NOT FRIENDS WITH THEM AND I NEVER HAVE BEEN. I AM NOT EVEN AN ACQUAINTANCE OF THEM. GET OUT OF MY LIFE. GIVE ME BACK MY REAL HUSBAND. AND SHUT UP! QUIT FLAPPING YOUR JAWS AND SENDING ME MESSAGES! DON’T COMMUNICATE WITH ME AND DON’T CHECK INTO MY LIFE! GET OUT!