Amused? She thinks we see this shit and feel amused? I mean don't get me wrong: when I saw the gross ass pictures of the Campbell Trailer Home for Tub Trumpets, I did get a good chuckle out of it. When I first saw her being so retarded with her food stamps and all of the jokes about the Jimmy Dean's, I laughed pretty hard. I still do, the breakfast bowls make her so mad when people bring them up and it's fucking hilarious.
But when I see this fat cunt trying to say how much she just looooves her kitties, while she continues to allow them to suffer in squalor? When her and Joh's needs supersede the cats' needs? When she begs for money because she can't take the slightest fucking initiative to give these animals a decent life?
I don't feel amusement, I feel righteous anger. I feel justified hatred. I feel frustration at how powerless I am to help animals like Polissa's that are in hoarding situations. But you know what? I also feel hope.
That's right, I feel hopeful. I have a strong belief that, one day, hopefully soon, everything will go bad for Polissa. Because here's the thing: when you spend every single fucking day trying to grift from people, when you cash checks you can't afford, when you let your debt pile up to your knees, when you do dumb shit like letting an unlicensed driver drive your car? Eventually, it will all come back to bite you. She keeps making enemies, she keeps running the grift, and more and more people are catching on to what she's doing. And as we've now learned, some of those people are coming here and getting a nice, big, straight-in-the-ass injection of "fuck this bitch" into their veins. Your time is running out Polissa. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even a year from now. But make no mistake: your fuck-ups WILL catch up to you.
And when they do, and your life is in shambles, and you find absolutely no help coming? I'll be watching. And you can bet your lumpy fat ass I'll be amused.
