The way things are

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Hey now!  Do I sound muffled?  Well, I am.  Muffled that is.

It's not just the raspy God Father voice that I've developed over the years that the doctors now call "Spastic Vocal Chord Syndrome" and have pledged to cure, but have yet to. 

It's because I've actually entered the closet.  The place that I once despised.  It was once the place where people went to hide when they didn't fit into society.  A dark place where nobody could see them.  Where nobody had to listen to their screams.  It was the place for criminals.  Liars, cheats, and scoundrels.  Pirates, thieves, witches.   Gays, Lesbians and molesters.  Adulterers, dopers and alcoholics.  Whores, prostitutes, and gamblers.  Thieves, thugs and slugs.

They were the ones behind closed doors.  Muzzled from society because they were evil.  They've always been around.  For thousands of years.  Always living in their ill ways, but hiding, wearing masks and not wanting to be discovered.  Because they were ashamed, and because society would not tolerate them.  That was Yesterday.  A time which I loved so much.

Things are different now.  It is no longer Yesterday, but Today. 

We let them escape where they now brazenly exercise their lifestyle and demand that we join them.  And most of us already have.  They've filled the airways with their views as they boldly rub things in my face.  Most news stations and Democrats have joined in.  Laws protecting their insanity are passed every day.

So Today, I am in the closet.  A place where my voice is muffled to a point where only a few of you can understand.  A place where I can not be seen.  A quiet and safe place where I can live my life without disturbing the freaks outside (actually by today's standard, I am the freak).  Suppressed and oppressed.

And it's better that way.
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