Electra Complex…I Think Not!

Er…talked with the paternal parental again last night.

Oh, I’m so glad to be a bastard.

Oh, you’ve no idea how glad I am to be a bastard.

I consider it a mark of honor that:

1. My parents never got married.
2. My father was/is a very distant father, at best.
3. If nothing else, I inherited the stubborn streak from him which prevents me being like him in any way other than the stubbornness.

I love being a bastard. Capital B-A-S-T-A-R-D BASTARD.

Last night, while being forced on the telephone by the maternal parental, I was forced to endure had a chance to hear more of the “Life lessons”. Please note the quotation marks people. These are HIS words.

Apparently, the only good lawyer is a “Jew lawyer” and he won his case because of his “Jew lawyers” even though one robbed him as “They” do.

Oh, it gets better from there…

Ignoring all the successful black people there are in the world…my sister (his daughter) included…he then talks about how “The White Man” goes to school and starts a business when “he” comes out and that’s why “he’s” rich. In contrast, “The Black Man” goes to school and comes out buying a fancy car, big house, etc.

Then it went from ethnic group to ethnic group…religious group to religious group…

I’ll put it to you this way; he won’t be getting any invitations to the UN or any Ecumenical Congresses anytime soon.

Add this to his misogynistic view that all women should be spitting out as many children as possible for being “tainted by and descended from Eve”, he probably won’t be getting any invites to any family functions of mine either.

My family line starts with me. I’m not even giving any kids I have the surnames and that’s if I have them.