2018 has been one hell of a roller coaster ride for me, but I finally got it through my thick head that I am not supposed to be a teacher.
I attempted to compose several remediations to put me back on schedule, but to no avail-and all because a member of technical support refused to take a joke which was at my own expense, an administrator who has never met me couldn’t understand that the Palestinians and the Israelies get along much better than do my father and I, and I lost control of my frontal lobes at the worst possible time.
The frontal lobes regulate self-control.
One relationship failed because I was judged for my thin wallet by a Baptist mother who ignored 1 Timothy 6:17 and banished me, and a former Denver cop (who knows me and who knows my family) physically attacked me (I have three vertebrae that pinch my spine and bone fragments in my left shoulder, remember?) while I tried to explain something about how children with traumatic brain injury are treated, not just by American society, but also by the Christian Church to a bigoted woman).
However, things turned up when a Filipina grabbed me by the heart and told me that she only wants me to do my best. The irony is that’s she’s Baptist, too. This is ironic because I was rejected by two sets of Baptist parents for being poor.
Again, 1 Timothy 6:17.
Therefore, the problem is that Americans are generally judgMENTAL hypocrites and couldn’t give half a damn what Christ taught, so they have no right to force Him down our throats.
To their dismay, I don’t go that way anyway.
People can give me my imperfections all they want, but that’s when I am happy to sodomize them with Hebrews 11:30-40-and I don’t use a psychological condom whenever I do that to a religious hypocrite. He drips with my psychological essence when I am done with him-spiritually, psychologically, and emotionally. I know this because my enemy’s anger increases with each reply.
In other news, I have cut back on my political activities because amateur Democrats don’t think like those whom they attempt to elect, as the federal enforcement of the Americans with Disabilities Act (1990) is far more important than Citizens United vs. the Federal Election Commission (2010).
It’s more important to get a person who struggles with a developmental disability get a college degree and a good job than it is to waste one’s time trying to restrict campaign contributions when any scarecrow with a brain knows that the Republicans hide their money in foreign accounts.
Trump has money invested to Russia, so who would know better than he would?
Yet, that is somehow more important than civil rights?
Local yokel Democrats do not understand that the Republicans will always get foreign money from someplace, and that’s why they’re not doing a good job representing the candidates whom they want to put into office. I may not get involved again until they stand for people again-the developmentally disabled in particular.
This site exists to represent the downtrodden who have been destroyed by long held traditions and prejudice. While I will always be a liberal Democrat, I refuse to assist local candidates who don’t have their political priorities in order. Children and adults with disabilities take priority over campaign finance reform.
Anyone who remembers 1978 remembers how Rainbow told you how to deal with any king, or maybe you need a refresher course on moments like the French Revolution .
The point is that I have returned to school to finish what I started and that I now hold the heart of a queen in my hands.