There Once Was A Miserable Fuck...

Once Upon A Time...

There was a Miserable Fuck who lived in the Town.

"I love Jesus," said one of the people in the Town.
"I have my doubts," said the Miserable Fuck.
"You're a Miserable Fuck," said one of the people in the Town, obviously hurt.
The Miserable Fuck didn't want to hurt anyone, so he moved away from that people.

"I think more people should own more guns," said another people in the Town.
The Miserable Fuck started to say something, but then stopped.
"What do you think, Miserable Fuck?" asked one of the people.
"I don't really believe that people should own more guns," said the Miserable Fuck.
"It's our Constitutional right!" screamed the people.  "You're a Miserable Fuck!"
So the Miserable Fuck moved away from those people, too.

"I use the word 'nigger', and I think it's funny to say that blacks are animals," said one of the people in the Town.
The Miserable Fuck knew what was coming, so he just moved away from those people without saying anything at all.

"I think women should be told what to do with their bodies, when they can and cannot receive medical treatment, when they can and cannot receive medication which is either over the counter or prescribed, should not make as much money as men, be blamed for the religious Fall of Mankind, should shut the fuck up, and should generally know their place."
The Miserable Fuck moved away from those people, too.

"I loved the movie Fireproof."
"I think Johnnie's makes a delicious burger."
"Support Chick-Fil-A and Hobby Lobby!"
"I can't do anything on Sunday or Wednesday because I go to church."
"I think Sarah Palin has some good ideas."
"What is Occupy?  And why are they stupid?"
"Football!"
"Trucks!"
"Fracking doesn't cause earthquakes."
"Nobody's learning anything anyways, so lets cut funding to our schools."
"It's pronounced 'nucular', 'supposubly', 'purty', and 'revelant'.  I literally died when I heard you talking American so stupid!"
"Stop the Mexican's from taking away our jobs, but I don't want to mow my lawn... where's my Mexican?"
"I don't have to listen to anyone else."
"Fat people are evil until they're thin people."
Miserable Fuck moved away from all of those people. 

The Town was growing smaller and smaller for the Miserable Fuck.  He was running out of places to be.

Miserable Fuck's wife's mother and father hated him.
They actively prevented him from contacting their daughter by lying to him and then telling their daughter they felt good about it.
After giving everyone else presents, they gave him a 16oz. bottle of water for Christmas one year in front of his family.
They actively tried to prevent him from wishing the father well during his time in the hospital.
And there was never any reason why they were behaving this way towards the Miserable Fuck.
They just did.
He thought it was good enough to make their daughter happy.
But he was not right.
He was wrong.

The Miserable Fuck went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, his wife woke him up.
"You're snoring and I can't sleep," said his wife.
So the Miserable Fuck moved to the couch, away from his wife.

The Miserable Fuck made doctor's appointments in an attempt to move back into his own bed with his wife again, but he was unable to afford these appointments without accepting his mother's help to pay for them.  The Miserable Fuck had insurance, but he was still unable to afford health care.

"Insurance really helps people pay for health care," said Miserable Fuck's mother.
The Miserable Fuck tried to explain how he felt that introducing a Middle Man, like insurance is, into any situation actually increases the cost of health care and decrease the care of health care, making the statement "insurance helps people pay for health care" fundamentally incorrect on at least two different levels. 
But Miserable Fuck's mother insisted that, sometimes, insurance helped.  It had, after all, helped her.
Miserable Fuck stopped talking.

Miserable Fuck used to be an actor.
But lawyers told Miserable Fuck that being an actor would be a liability, and his wife's children could be stripped from her if he continued to say he was an actor and act like he was an actor.

Miserable Fuck used to be a comedian.
But lawyers said Miserable Fuck's wife's kids could be stripped from her if he continued to attempt to be funny, which, they ultimately decided, he was not.

There was no place that Miserable Fuck felt he could be around other people without hurting them or being a liability.

Miserable Fuck hated his job, but he couldn't stop or change because he had a family to support.
Miserable Fuck wanted to receive health care for his snoring and mental health issues, but he didn't have the money to pay for those things.
Miserable Fuck was working a job he hated, with no end in sight, in order to make not enough money to care for the people he needed to care for.
Not only did Miserable Fuck feel poor, but he also felt incapable.  Dependent.  Bad.

Miserable Fuck felt really alone and stuck.  He didn't know what to do, which direction to walk, how to change his situation.

Then, one day, Miserable Fuck died.
And nobody in the Town gave a shit, because nobody cares about Miserable Fucks.