Is fighting keeping me alive?

  If I stop fighting this battle then what? 

What do I have left to work with? 

So many holes and voids from lost relationships, lost opportunities and lost potential. 

But many of those opportunities, relationships and potential were not lost rather taken from me through defamation from accreditation. 

If I quit fighting, then what? What is left of me after all of this? 

Disability? and Disdain for it? 

fatigue and failure?

Failure to prove my value as a human?

Or 

All the failures of the "systems" and "institutions" 

Of checks and balances

That are supposed to protect 

equally

and the vulnerable especially, but not actually. 

Anger.

I am left with Anger and Pain. 

I am left with degradation and knowledge of incompetence being practiced at the highest levels to the detriment of the most vulnerable and most easily exploited. The Least of These.

Left knowing that he is still practicing with patients he can so easily exploit and they are allowing it and covering for him.

Or they told him and have directed him to lie and he is a victim himself- doubtful though, too much the victim played and preyed on by him. 

He can and will lie to your face, but you cannot be mad because he did warn you in his cryptic and not so cryptic ways, he warned you that he would not admit to anything that might expose who he really is and what he is really up to. 

Even if you catch him in the lies, the title and prestige they will not compromise

for the likes of you.

And Cortney watches with her henchman Sean, because she is pathetic and so is he. and because they thrive on the knowing they are causing pain. They thrive on knowing that they can keep the pain caused by others going indefinitely. Mercilessly. 

Enjoy the publishing of anything about you -you narcissistic sadists. Then pretend like you have never read this in your pathetic attempt to deny me the satisfaction of knowing that you are paying attention to the likes of me; A satisfaction that is your own fabrication, not mine. 

Keep on working to fill your life and lips with injections of products that are as fake and toxic as you are. 
Keep working to crush the already crushed so you can fool people into believing the radiance reflected off of their crushed pieces are somehow reflective of your own brilliance. But you and I both know you are a mere Fabrication of Illumination. At least that is an Impressive feat for the Obsolete, I'll give you that. 

Pretend. Or threaten and use it to show and say "see she's.." whatever you say to twist things your way in the moment of that day, -BYU sticker proud of your clearly defined deceit and conceit. 

Keep on reading you leach 

POS. 

Not where I wanted to go with this today, but frankly, you were never invited -so leave. Don't you know the cool kids don't hang out here. Be gone you fascist fool, go stomp and clomp in your trying too hard heals with your Scabie Stooge Sean right at them. 

Or stay and keep coming back to flatter me. But since I am being honest, I will admit, you are not a flattering audience.