Posts Tagged ‘life’

04
Jun
2020

It’s almost like you can actually bet on this.

categories: personal; word count: 211 words

You know, something tells me that Myka would not have “re-homed” her adopted autistic son if he were one of her biological children. It’s almost as though you can bet on that. And it’s not as though you can practically bet on the fact that she did so because his disabilities inconvenienced her, because even if he did have behavioral problems, there were services that she could easily have accessed at her family’s income level — having the income, and the resources, to do so — that would have allowed her to retain parental rights over him (such as a group home for whatever length of time might have been necessary, worst case institutionalization, or even respite care). She just didn’t want to take the extra time out to care for him at all and it really showed. Then she had the nerve to delete all pictures of him from her Instagram account (so much for “we miss him every day”), and now, as of the time I’m writing this post, law enforcement is trying to locate him. So much for her “re-homing” being legitimate. I am actually worried that something might have happened to him that hasn’t been said by her family. This sadly happens to a lot of autistic kids nowadays…

03
Jun
2020

A lot of things all in one post here, I guess.

categories: personal; word count: 264 words

Through slightly more careful observation, I’m speculating that the “first cousins” on my Ancestry matches page may be my mother’s (half-)sisters. Neither of them have responded to my messages, so it is what it is… for now. They may or may not know that she exists, or existed, if that is the case. Her father was never really in her life to begin with and actively avoided supporting her, although if I remember correctly my late grandmother had one picture of siblings that she had through him, and my mother told me that he died in the mid-nineties. But I have been talking to a more distant cousin of mine on Ancestry, and she dislikes organized theistic religion as much as I do, which is great. I intend on sending her a friends request on Facebook once I can, once I am done with this most recent post block and comment block. (And ironically, for Mark Zuckerberg kissing Trump’s ass not being willing to take a harder line against the shit he says on social media, a lot of people are quitting Facebook, which I think is good. Maybe Facebook will stop being popular.)

And since I’ve joined so many Discord servers, I’ve actually left some of the ones that I didn’t chat as much in to cut down on the amount of ones that I am a member of, because I couldn’t juggle all of them at once. It was (and is) nothing personal to the ones that I did quit! It’s just that I can’t juggle being in so many servers.

01
Jun
2020

It all seems to be a matter of control here…

categories: personal; word count: 389 words

It always seems to impress (Christian, religious) apologists whenever someone who was formerly atheist, or non-religious, converts to their religion, but it always seems to anger them, or incense them, when someone refuses “the call to conversion”, does not want to convert “in the face of evidence”, or turns from being someone that was particularly religious to someone that is no longer religious. I’ve become equal parts amused and worried by that as the years have gone on, although I would have to say that the “worried” part of it comes along more when it is men in positions of power exhibiting anger or feelings of incense or ire. It’s like their playbook, or rule book, doesn’t have a section in it for these kind of people — the “feel-good people” that “find God” or who “see the evidence before them”. And a lot of them actually say that “God has a plan for everyone,” and that “God will eventually call you to (church of their choice)”, so these are the very same kind of people who get angry when you continually reject their “call to conversion”, do not convert to the religion of their choice and… don’t come back to convert to their religion. They get even angrier when you speak out against it and do advocacy against the religion in question, or in my case, organized theistic religion as a whole. Maybe that’s why me finding Satanism when I did happened when it did. That’s not bad.

I can get behind the George Floyd protests, and even the riots, even though as a parent to two children who would be devastated if something happened to me I am neither actively protesting nor rioting (at least two people have actually lost eyes in these protests/riots alone, one being a journalist, and that’s frightening to simply type out… like, who thinks it’s a good idea to shoot someone’s eye out during one of these?!). I think I would make a good medic, though. Seriously. Police men need to stop killing black men. I hope to see these protests and these riots change the face of that, and for black men to stop dying at the hands of police men.

Especially in this country. Where it seems to be the only major problem, along with… oh, lack of gun control.

30
May
2020

This isn’t an entirely bad thing, actually. I mean…

categories: personal; word count: 224 words

I have joined the “esteemed” ranks of those who are blocked on both of Onision’s Twitter accounts.

He’s gone back to his fake “positivity”, so he’s blocking anyone who dissents with him or brings up the fact that he and his spouse’s neglect of their daughter led to him falling through her second story window and cracking her skull on the driveway pavement in multiple places… which was something that should never under any circumstances have been allowed to happen. She should have been watched by at least one parent, her bedroom should have been structured window, and her window shouldn’t even have been possible to open, let alone open like it was in the time period leading up to this accident. But all of this actually happened (and how they still have custody of their children continues to boggle my mind), and it was an inconvenience to him because he had to escort her to the emergency room, where he proceeded to literally send a barrage of BDSM Tweets from his phone as she lay there in emergent services, hurt and in pain. His children mean nothing more to him than results of his actual impregnation fetish and a way for him to control his spouse and keep them around. The writing on the wall is clear to almost everyone at this point.

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