I was already ready to retire from my activism when something happened:
Some snakes wiggled up to my toe and blame me for someone’s disappearance.
Why am I always blamed for somebody’s inadequacy and insecurity? and now for someone’s disappearance?
There you go : personalities clash when there is stress and some goons become snakes and termites. The true person comes out.
No wonder , I am still here, I will never give up.
The picture says it all. You are wrong again asshole!