There are very few things in life that make me angry, I will tell you right now.

One thing, however, sets me off really badly and fills me with white-hot rage, the kind that makes you dig your nails into your palms with such force that they start to bleed.

On my bus home, there's this kid called Mitch. He's what the politically correct would call mentally deficient, what the politically incorrect would call a retard.

He seems like a darling, harmless kid. He's maintained such sheer innocence and has the habit of walking up to people and with a huge, sloppy smile, going "HIIIIIIIII, I'M MITCH", or something such. Sadly, such innocence is usually only found in those who don't have the capacity to understand it.

17 year old boys can be such A$$%^&*S!

These kind, caring members of society were the ones making fun of him today. It's SICK. As in seriously, it is SICK. What makes it even sadder is that this poor kid thinks they're being nice to him.

I HATE my classmates sometimes. The only reason they CAN make fun of him is because THEY were born normal. THEIR parents didn't receive the heartbreaking news that their child would never fit in. THEY'VE probably never been beaten up, or verbally abused, or put down, or laughed at for something they couldn't help.

Hey, O! WHAT IF THAT WAS YOUR LITTLE SISTER?

Hey, T! YOU'RE NOT DOING MUCH BETTER, AND YOU DON'T HAVE AN EXCUSE.

Hey, D! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE PERFORMING IN SCHOOL, THAT ROCK-BOTTOM EMOTIONAL IQ OF YOURS HAS NO EXCUSE.

Hey, M! HOW ABOUT I CALL YOU A RETARD, JACKASS, AND LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT.

One of these guys, somewhere, somehow, will encounter a situation where they're the underdog. Where its laughter at their expense, and they'll not have their genes to blame for it, like Mitch has.

They'll have only themselves and the sad, sick psyche that makes them feel they're better than people who really didn't ask to be that way, to blame.

How do I know?

I'LL BE PRAYING FOR IT.

Queen Sana at 5:13 PM