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I was triumphant in victory, thinking I proved a point, until I realized not one of you trusted me. Trust but verify, right? Except none of you even think that. None of you trust me at all. News Flash: that item I purchased a few weeks ago remains unopened.
But it's okay for you to sick dogs on me, try to run me over while I'm walking (which the local authorities condone by giving you free rein), harass me while I'm driving, and deny me privacy in church. But you call yourselves the "Good Guys" right? Your behavior toward me is beyond the pale! Who is in charge of you people?
And I no longer need to talk to that guy who was there two years ago. He's playing on the team that condones your treatment of me.
You want to play chicken? I dare you to. I'm done playing games with y'all. I have no intention of harming anyone or anything, but the same can't be said about your actions toward me and my vehicle.