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Remember pathetic SPV in story number 3?  Well, her life’s been long, way too long, if you ask me… long and miserable. I’ll never know who among her ‘herd’ of followers and ‘captive audience’ is nastiest.  I’ve got my hands full with this tribe… so much to tell, so little time.

Long time ago, this pathetic SPV lived with Mommy, not because she was young, noooo… but because she’s always been useless as any other SPV.   At Mommy’s lived Black and White also along with another relative whom I’ll call Hope… as she seemed to have been the only hope for this tribe… the only one with a brain and the desire for a better future, and whom I miss so very much for having left this planet so soon.

Pathetic SPV used to go out a lot.  Apparently working, apparently in motion… doing nothing really… she loved parties and relaxation… nightclubs and hotels.   She’s always been selfish and envious but… when I least expect it, she’s confirmed that her twisted evil psyche has no limits.

It so happens that one day pathetic SPV was short on cash… ooops!  Yeah, SPV and poor???

Hope had a nice job and had saved some money.  She started by giving the house a bit of a ‘face lift’.  She then bought a TV, a video recorder, a stereo, etc.  All new… bought with her heart to share in her habitat, with so much love from her hoping for laughter and good times.

It is well known by everyone… okay, at least by me… that SPVs can’t stand a pretty face… and all the love and dreams from those around them mean nothing to them… nothing!

Pathetic SPV came up with a plan to secure some funds (anything but work, right?  Why would she?  Others do it for her!!!)…  She arrived at the habitat when everyone had left for work and school and stole everything… in a second… everything… every illusion and dream from Hope… and cheerfulness died for a while in that habitat thanks to this pathetic SPV.

When Hope came home that evening and found out about it, she asked everyone who’d taken her recently bought possessions… every finger pointed at the guilty party… pathetic SPV…

Pathetic SPV’s excuse for her criminal behavior was the evil and tiresome ‘Yeah, but…’ in the mouths of  SPVs!

• Yeah, but I needed the money… - she stupidly answered  with the sickening voice and ‘victim’s face’ that SPVs own..

Hope’s crying did nothing in the twisted evil psyche of pathetic SPV.  She didn’t even consider the fact that Hope had come home that evening with a couple of videos to watch with Black and White that night.  She couldn’t care less!! 

Let me tell you that she got away with it, with a little help from her friends as those days pathetic SPV had a huge ‘herd’ of stupid followers.  They made a case for her… yes… oh, yes… they claimed that Pathetic SPV didn’t know what she was doing… they excused her of the felony because she had always been sort of stupid… I mean…  Aarrgghh!

How can someone use stupidity as an excuse for stealing!?  If our legal system did that jails would be empty!

Hope had to tell Black and White… being so young and all… that she had taken everything back to the store… Yeah, ANYTHING before telling the truth: Your Pathetic SPV is a freaking CRIMINAL!

End of discussion… not to be mentioned again! ‘Til now!

It is us, the-rest-of-us-mortals, who enable SPVs to get away with anything.  We provide them with the excuses they need to manipulate and lie.

I gave pathetic SPV a job when no one else hired her… put up with her verbal spats, crap, and frauds for a couple of years.  Yes, I’m sorry to say paid no attention to her background.   Why did I give her a job?  Because I’m a dim-witted, thick moron and my heart went out for her… as she needed the money, the poor little thing!   Yes, you can laugh now!  What on earth made me believe that she’d treat me any different?  It is so freaking embarrassing!

Now I know her misery is not just financial… she’s a miserable creature… totally and absolutely miserable pathetic SPV.

That is why I told you that, one late afternoon not long ago I got rid of the “S” as in stupid I had firmly carved on my forehead! 

Today, like Edgar Allan Poe’s raven my name is Nevermore!