Writing and Reading

It’s late for me right now. I’m looking at the clock, and I see that it’s 4 AM. But I just had to write this post. This is a serious post, right here. It’s uncategorized. It has nothing to do with writing or reading.

But it has to be written.

Let me start off by expressing my anger…. (vents to the computer screen)

Thank you.

You’re all asking why. I know. I’ll tell you why.

Because, apparently, a certain someone has issues with me expressing some things that are dear to me. Like my son. My family.

If you hadn’t seen the post on that link in the above paragraph [things], you won’t notice the difference; but there used to be a YouTube video on it. A Christmas video of my family. Most notably, my son. For those who have already seen the post, November 21st, 2008, you’ll notice that I have had to edit the post, because someone expressed negativity toward my video, prompting YouTube to remove my video due to what has been stipulated as ‘inappropriate content’.

I reuploaded my video to YouTube. However, there’s a possibility that YouTube may still keep it off my account there. It’s the same exact WMA file. So I then uploaded the video to my Facebook. Only my friends can see it. Not the network. Not even the friends of friends. Just my friends. I then wrote a URL onto the blog post with a photo of my son as the link, sending any reader to the page where my video now remains. On Facebook.

I will say this: anyone has a problem, talk to me. Face me.

LOOK ME DEAD IN THE FACE.

If you have something to say to me, say it to my face. Don’t complain about things that might make you uncomfortable, or anger you, or shame you in any way. That’s not my problem. That’s your problem.

If any of you, my awesome readers, have seen the video I created as a Christmas present, you’d know I don’t have any child pornography on it, or obscene photographs, or bad language, or me beating my wife and son. Or anything like that. So I can’t, for the life of me, justify that the video has ‘inappropriate content’.

You, the strangely bitter person, whoever you are–you know who you are. You’ve got a problem? You’ve got my number, probably. Call me. We’ll talk. I’m all ears.

But no matter what, this video’s staying up.

This is my blog. These are my words. It’s my choice. It’s my life. I have the freedom to be. I have the freedom to FEEL whatever my heart says to feel. No one can touch it. No one can touch it but those friends of mine with true hearts. And I know who all of them are; they have every right to share the same joy that I have. You, whoever you are, even once go near my video again to badmouth it, complain about it, whatever–

I DO NOT CARE. Because there will be NOTHING you can do about it. I have the freedom to be.

Good night.