Personal Narrative Essay: Where Would I Ever Get Cancer?

I made a promise to myself that if I ever got cancer and only had months to live I'll do whatever it took to survive till June 21st and then fly to China and shoot every dog eating mother fucker untill someone gets me.

But I always thought maybe some good people would get caught in the cross fire, as I started my quest to expose Marc Ching I now know that the few good people will be so far apart I may not have to worry about hitting anyone good person in Yulin

If anyone believes that CNN, MSNBC, FOX and POTUS put out fake news they haven't seen fake news till they read my e-mails

For the record I can safetly say to 99% of of you attending Yulin under the guise of saving dogs go fuck yourselves.

I can only hope you all come back as these poor dogs so they can shoved a blow torch up your ass. I would absolutely sell my soul and live forever in damnation
Unlike these dogs I grew up and at age 13 I said never again, at that moment my father knew I would kill him or die trying because there was and never will be a middle ground.

I never hated my father because I just grew up believing this was normal. Years later he apologized and I could see he understood what he did but again it was the time he lived in that produced his behaviour.

Ask any 80 year old now what he thought about black people 60 years ago, for the most part you would see the shame in their eyes, it was the times and nothing more.

I told my father "Holy shit you have nothing to apologize for, do you know how many women, children and animals you saved?"

Because in all those beating I promised myself over and over that no one would ever touch a women, child or animal if I was there. If I saw someone about to hit a kid I would tell them flat out you smack that kid and you'll never walk out of this store