Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years

Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years: Version 2.0!

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Stymied!

There was always the real chance that once some fucker took a run at one of my girls, I'd go to jail.  Seeing the first fuck to do so show up at the meeting with bruised face only served to heighten my contempt and cynicism.

Rich bastards who laugh at the poor ijits. ..show up in a wheelchair and a hospital gown and you are obviously repentant!
But now, where is the anger, where is the outrage? Removed. I'm kept ignorant and stupid, since the waeg is said to have little ability for control. So the wife has told them.

The process is slow, I'll grant that. What has become unavoidable is knowing that being kept in the dark is what I'm supposed to accept. I've been portrayed at the irrational one, and relevant bodies make no attempt to return my calls.

In all honesty, the fact that the youngest responded the way she did when confronted with the ugliness of human perversity is a testament to proper upbringing.  Fuck you if you think I'm being a pompous ass. I figure I'm just being realistic about what it is to live on this most finest of peninsulas.

Still, it is a consolation to think that she responded properly when molested. The old me promised fire and brimstone old testament shit on any fuck that dared to use her half breed shit against her, which I'll say now but perhaps not tomorrow that Korea is starting to grow the fuck out of.  This has only led me to be excluded from most discussions, as I can't understand and expect a more direct response.  It is a 'understand my situation' thang, but admittedly more sophisticated than the dross I've been fed over the years. It has prompted me to call in a few favors for future consideration, still to be determined.

The fucker has to burn. No amount of "we were just playing" can explain why he did what he did with a 9 year old. The wife is being obscure and nebulous about it all; my calls to the principal and abuse manager have yet to be answered. It seems their main point is: the youngest was not hurt.  There are far worse stories. Sit down in that corner and be quiet.  Or grow a pair as they say where you are from.

Fine. Where's my hush money?


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