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!

Cheers!