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Foolish by Johnny Mathis

They are everywhere.  They proliferate like weeds in an otherwise neat lawn and they mow us down every chance they get.  They are ruthless and purposeful in their intentions and they wound us with their weapons of words and deeds.  "They" are the mean people.  The sorry excuses for lifeforms whose favorite pastime is inflicting emotional pain.  They are the ones who take perverse pleasure in masquerading as our lovers and friends.  They draw us into their deceptive webs with their facades of caring and camaraderie.  They eat away at our self-esteem and evoke feelings of darkness.  They wear us down and undermine our ability to love and trust.  "They" are The Mean People. 

These pages are for you to vent.  You can name them if you like, send them a message to say how their meanness has affected you .  Send an e-mail to theladymarsha1@yahoo.com  with the message you want posted.  I never edit anything so the way you send it is the way it will appear. 

As always I will get the ball rolling.  My Mean People Suck message is for Laura E.  She is not a nice person and the reason I consider her a mean person is because she is a mean-spirited racist.  There is no shortage of racial epithets and nasty nasty remarks made about the fact that I am "an awful BLACK person" and a "black thing".  For the most part I take the high road as I lived through the turbulent sixties.  People like Laura E no matter how large they are physically, they are very small people.  So here's to Mrs. Laura E- my mean person award winner. - The Lady Marsha

My son Ian is a grouch.   He is critical of everyone.   He likes to hold grudges.  His bad health with the congestive heart trouble is making him worse.   At first he found fault with my half hearted attempts to clean the house.   Why did the kitchen always smell bad.?   Why didnt I do the dishes right away?   Why did I wait till the next day to straighten up the kitchen. ?   Then he was upset with the way I ate food.   I made too much noise and often bit the fork harshly while eating food.   He couldnt stand me coughing, choking, and burping my way thru meals.   Then it was the KIND of food I ate.   I typically eat fried food or junk food.    French fries are the perfect side dish to any meal, I believe.   My selection of food at the market was unsatisfactory.   He asked me to purchase the "Opposite kind of food".   I never understood that statement.