The Mother Of All Child Abusers

What if the one you trusted as a child, the one whose sole job it was to protect you and nurture you, the one you thought cared for you and even loved you, was also the one who lied to you, betrayed you, and abused you day after day and year after year? What if this authority over you betrayed you, and told you that you must be punished for being a bad boy, or girl, in order to justify its sick need for power and control over someone else's life because they had so little control over their own? And what if this perverse monster intentionally allowed you to be forcibly raped and repeatedly used by more man than you could count, and refused to lift a finger to help even when you cried and begged? What if they kept you locked away from those who loved, and who genuinely loved you, and promised that if you are good and do everything they tell you without question that they'd let you go home, but then never do? And what if as you grow up and begin to mature you start to realize what a living hell this life that you thought was "normal" really was, but you could find no escape, and no relief from the torment, or tormentor?

Now imagine that the beast over your private hell had managed to convince the gullible society in which you lived that it had the right to do all these things to you, and said society let them do it, even legally sanctioning your living nightmare. Would the idea of poetic justice then appeal to you? Wouldn't you want this monster, and the society that abandoned you to its whims, to experience at least a taste of the misery and confusion that has been your life because of them? And in a world where the law only supported such an authority as this beast, wouldn't taking justice into your own hands be your only option? And if your life is such a living hell to begin with, don't you think you'd be willing to give it up for even a chance at such justice?

I did.

(J.D. 2-3-14)

P.S. I did, but then something happened that caused me to see through the even bigger lie we call "justice", and suddenly all of my pain had meaning, and purpose, that it never had before. I have since stopped wanting "justice" and now seek only the Truth within myself; which the tormentors in my life unwittingly only help me to do; and that's what I call real justice.