The Joy-Suckers Suck Club

The Joy-Suckers Suck Club

" O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on…"

~William Shakespeare~ “Othello,” Act 3.3., Lines 163-165

“Do Unto Others As You would Have Them Do Unto You”

                                                                     ~The Golden Rule, The Bible

³ And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

~Matthew 7:3     The Bible,  King James Version (KJV)

"All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. 

                                                                                                  ~Edmund Burke

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     Welcome to the Joy-Suckers Suck Club.  This is not the way I had planned to spend a blissful Sunday morning, BUT, negativity is epidemic, envy and insolence are the cudgels of the self-loathing, and this world, this space is mine, too, so, here I go: I love the freedom of speech—and the entire 1^st amendment— passionately, and, like Voltaire, I might hate what some say, but I would defend to the extreme their right to say it; yet, it is my role as a citizen of a world I would like to make a kinder place that I, too, exercise my rights, and use my voice, my writing as a candle I choose to light for those who wallow in the depths of darkness.

     What brought this on?  The joy-sucking haters of beautiful, gentle people whose attacks must not be borne in silence.  Here’s the deal:  Some Kelle Hampton Haters—a.k.a. Joy-Suckers—decided to launch pages of epic illness against her, AND—a most serious tactical error, indeed, on their part—my cousin.  My family asked Kelle if she would visit my cousin while she was celebrating a significant birthday in Florida.  Kelle did, and a most lovely day was had by all. Then the Joy-Suckers siege began.  Comments savaging both of them came in the thousands.

Now, if you aim to hurt good people, you deserve what you are about to get.  If you are foolish enough—and I don’t suffer fools gladly—to attack Kelle and my family, then, GAME ON. 

What is it with you people?  Have you nothing better to do than spew as you do?  Does no one love you?  Have you never loved?  Are you so poor in soul and heart that you have nothing good to share?  Are you bereft of simple kindness because you never went to therapy to work out your issues?  Do your envy, desire, and acts to twist and pervert goodness feed your ailing souls? I feel sorry for all of you; I really do. You all are like Shakespeare’s exquisite embodiment of evil in the character of Iago.  Yes, you are Iagos, destroyers of love and goodness.  And, as much as I feel sorry for you, you must be held accountable for the body-blows you rain on positivity and random acts of kindness:

1.     Try reading good books.  They will give you something positive to do with your lives, your misguided energies, and will bolster your meager self-esteem.

2.     If you cannot manage number 1, and see yourselves as the self-appointed judges of others—or, worse yet—those who believe your attacks are sanctioned by God or whatever you call Right, try walking on water or join ISIS jihadis who believe as you do.  I hear they need people just like you.  As we do not, you may find satisfaction going where you will be most welcome and appreciated for destroying what is good in the world. And, in case you are wondering, they even accept women.

3.     If neither number 1 nor 2 seem like a good fit for your particular skill set, and you do not wish to see light and positivity, wanting instead to stay your course, then perhaps you could draw a bath, plug into an electrical outlet your laptops, and get in the tub.  Since you are already high and mighty, maybe you will be proved right.  If so, you could then contact the National Institute of Science and be featured in an article, which would give you the attention you so crave.  Just a thought.

And I’m just saying this:  the world has a plethora of Joy-Suckers.  The world needs more people like Kelle and my cousin.  Since you cannot even hope to compare, take pleasure in the ultimate sin of reveling in being part of the problem and not the solution.

Ragged, needy souls, I will pray for you.  But, I do think an understanding therapist just might do more for you than prayers.

Next time you want to attack Kelle or my cousin, CYBER BULLIES, think again, and remember this:  I am now your adversary.  And I have goodness on my side.  I’m also from Brooklyn. Read into that what you will.