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Back In School And The Other Oddities of MMXVIII





One relationship


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.

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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.


3 thoughts on “Back In School And The Other Oddities of MMXVIII

  1. I feel the same way about people who judge me proud and unholy simply because I don’t believe what I’ve been told to. Meanwhile, on the inside, they’re the worst.

    1. Do I believe that Jesus was the Messiah? That’s the ultimate irony, because the Christian Church has made me its mortal enemy. I have acquired the Marxist view on religion. I’m also no fan of unregulated capitalism. That is to say that I have no problem with millionaires-until they pay starvation wages and fire you for joining a union. People have a right to make money off of their ideas, but they don’t have the right to fuck up Christmas by making their employees clock in at 10 p.m. on Christmas night, like I had to do. Another thing businesses do that’s great is fuck you after their faulty equipment causes your life-altering injuries. Have you ever been hit in the head with hundreds of 75 lb. pallets? Believe me, it almost feels sexually stimulating once you get used to it-both in the head and in the shoulder. However, with regard to what you wrote, remember what Christ drove to Jerusalem on Palm Sunday? A ’78 Ford Pinto, not a 2018 Cadillac. Read Matthew 25:41-46 and you’ll see what Christ will do to them. Thank you for writing and inform anyone you know about this site if they face discrimination-or worse. I want to tell their story to the world. One might feel powerless if they believe they face injustice alone, but a multitude of “powerless” people behead kings.

      Thank you and please spread the word about this site.

      Jim Rousch

    2. By the way, judge anyone who judges you.

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