Jerry’s Annotation Marginalia — Entry V: The Mirror’s Last Laugh
They say vengeance is a slow thing. They’re right — because it’s not about speed. It’s about patience practiced like a fist held steady, not a tantrum.
I don’t pray for smoke. I file receipts. I don’t carve threats in drywall. I carve them into the ledger where every slight can live forever in black and white. That’s the kind of smote I believe in: quiet, inevitable, clean.
If you think I want to wreak ruin for sport, you don’t know the taste of tired. I want correction, not chaos. I want balance, not a bonfire. Let the world trip on its own lies. I’ll be the one who remembers where the truth was buried.
They call it ego when you don’t bow. They call it cold when you don’t clap along. Funny — the mirror only laughs when it’s finally understood.
If someone wants a scrap, fine. Bring hands, bring noise. I’ll meet reality with the same honesty I keep in my ledger: immediate and unromantic. But I’ll choose the fights that matter, not the ones that make me look loud. That’s the difference between a punk and a person.
So let them clutch their pearls. Let them name things to sleep better. I’ll keep my peace on reserve and my patience like a blade in a drawer. When the right moment comes, the mirror will fold them into themselves, and the laugh will be mine — soft, satisfied, and final.
Filed and stamped by Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand Tribunal Chair & Frontline Negotiator, Dept. of Petty Affairs
Doctrine: Don’t bark — bill.
Motto: I don’t flex, I calculate.