I was born in 1958, we still had party lines. My Mom remembers the Crank phone and calling the operator and giving her the extension you wanted. I remember living in Georgetown in 1962 by the Chesapeake Canal. Barges were still pulled by mules whowalked on a dirt path by a canal.
Who would have imagined the Internet. Who would have imagined getting on your phone, computer, laptop. Talking to someone clear around the world. Even to people who speak different languages!j Who could imagine? You can find out how people live. What they do for a living. Who do they think is the Creator. Who do they love who do they hate. How do you raise your children to be strong, tender, independent.
I have not been able to work since 2003. I am slowly losing the ability to stand or walk. I have not had a pain free day for 26 years, the day my first child, a girl was born. I have worked since I was 14. My first jobs were cleaning houses, babysitting and selling imprinted Christmas cards. I worked for 14 years after I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, raised a family. I was the major wage earner. Because of the fact that 3 of us had to leave my work with life threatening reactions to toxic mold, all of the people we worked with people we saw on a daily basis, our friends, almost family. The lawyers told them they could not contact us. In one fell swoop, I lost my job, my friends, my health, my vocation, my means of supporting my family, myself.
As I slowly have lost function, lost my ability, desire, energy to socialize, the Internet has become my substitute. I'm embaressed to admit, it took me too long to figure out Facebook. I persisted. At one point, I felt strong enough to start a blog. I had 100's of followers all over the world. Then I got sicker. More pain. Less function.
When Obama was elected, something changed. People I loved, put up pictures. Comparing he and Michelle to horse's asses, gorillas, chimps, the Grinch. No, they said. It's not racial. An entire Political Party met on the Night of Obama's inauguration and made a pact that he would be a one term President. They would block every piece of legislation that he proposed. The 111th Congress was exceptionally productive. Military was given a pay Raise. The ACA was passed. It was the most productive Congress since LBJ!
I met all kinds of people. I was called an entitled bitch, without saying anything because my profile revealed that I was born in San Francisco. I was called a cunt, a libtard. Some lady said that she had accessed my profile and had seen Donald Trump's blow all over the teeth of my family. This because I had called Donald Trump a bloviating Cocksplat. I STILL don't regret the words.
I was invited to a group by a beautiful man, Sterling M Funches to a discussion group. I met people. They were kind. They helped me through my sadness at yet another black man killed by cops. This time in Tulsa, OK. I met delightful people who added me to other groups. This group. It was interesting. My first night was very emotionallly amazing. In the course of two days, in response to my revealing I was a survivor of Incest and that Trump's interactions with and talk about his daughter Ivanka, and my extreme discomfort with his grooming behavior and verbal sexual assaults on Ivanka,, in public no less. 5 women reluctantly, carefully, honored me by sharing the stories of their own sexual assaults. Unless this has happened to you, you cannot understand the burden, the secret, the shame. To share with complete strangers, me? A gift.
Quickly though. It devolved. Admins were kicked out. I was welcomed by a group of women. They were hurt, they were angry, they were scared. There was controversy about Alt Right groups. One of our group had been stalked and threatened by a Neo-Nazi. If you are not a woman, you cannot understand.
Then I, was left. Felt like Jr. High all over again. Sitting at a table all by myself, eating my Bologna and cheese sandwhich, and potato chips. Talks with Admns., said that they couldn't coddle weaklings. Female members were upset at the racism, the mysoginistic attacks. We were told to go back to our "Safe Spaces". Changes were discussed. I was called a religious fanatic and told to run back to my profile, my church.
Friday night discussions. People didn't feel safe, respected. I was a crazy bitch drunk on no sleep for 48 hours. Pain.
Tonight. Disrespect, condenscion obstruction lies, sneers. If people had spoken to me this way in person, I would have bitch slapped theml
Is this what it is, now? We don't listen, we don't share, we don't explore. We yell and call each other stupid. We hate. We misinterpret. We talk about an America without illegal immigrants as if we can declare somebody against the law just by their mere existence. I have been cut free by the ladies. There is sanity, there ARE good people in this group. They don't want to cut free oppositional viewpoints, because, heaven forbid, we will become an echo chamber. I don't know if I have a problem with that. At least we will have some civility.
Here we have a great tool to share ideas, knowledge, experiences. I have been mocked because I shared that I was in Washington D.C when JFK was shot. I am part of living history, and I was sneered at.
Where are the adults? Is there no accountability for hate? We have a choice for the leader of the free world. People actually support a bloviating cocksplat who is being sued for rape, for fraud, who has rooked investors, declared bankruptcy, talks about expensive vagina, is a bully, a hater, a hatemonger, vengeful splteful, lawbreaker, tax evader. People actually wnat him for President. I heard Martin Luther King Jr. My father was jailed for 6 weeks in Mississippie for being a freedom rider. I have demonstragted for civil rights with my family.
This is not that country. This is not that dream. We have become hateful, condescending, nationalistic, bigoted, racist. I liked my first group. I have been cut free in this one and shat upon. I do not know how long I have. My health is precarious. I would love to teach, share, dream, exchange ideas. This is not my America. This is not MLK's dream. We have devolved into a morass of hate and disregard. Where people sneer when you are polite and treat others with respect. Is this who we are? What we want? Land of the free and the brave.
Message me if you really want to have an exchange of ideas.
A sharing a learning. Otherwise, if you wish to condescend, pontificate, bloviate..etc. Fuck off! You are NOT my AMERICA!
Who would have imagined the Internet. Who would have imagined getting on your phone, computer, laptop. Talking to someone clear around the world. Even to people who speak different languages!j Who could imagine? You can find out how people live. What they do for a living. Who do they think is the Creator. Who do they love who do they hate. How do you raise your children to be strong, tender, independent.
I have not been able to work since 2003. I am slowly losing the ability to stand or walk. I have not had a pain free day for 26 years, the day my first child, a girl was born. I have worked since I was 14. My first jobs were cleaning houses, babysitting and selling imprinted Christmas cards. I worked for 14 years after I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, raised a family. I was the major wage earner. Because of the fact that 3 of us had to leave my work with life threatening reactions to toxic mold, all of the people we worked with people we saw on a daily basis, our friends, almost family. The lawyers told them they could not contact us. In one fell swoop, I lost my job, my friends, my health, my vocation, my means of supporting my family, myself.
As I slowly have lost function, lost my ability, desire, energy to socialize, the Internet has become my substitute. I'm embaressed to admit, it took me too long to figure out Facebook. I persisted. At one point, I felt strong enough to start a blog. I had 100's of followers all over the world. Then I got sicker. More pain. Less function.
When Obama was elected, something changed. People I loved, put up pictures. Comparing he and Michelle to horse's asses, gorillas, chimps, the Grinch. No, they said. It's not racial. An entire Political Party met on the Night of Obama's inauguration and made a pact that he would be a one term President. They would block every piece of legislation that he proposed. The 111th Congress was exceptionally productive. Military was given a pay Raise. The ACA was passed. It was the most productive Congress since LBJ!
I met all kinds of people. I was called an entitled bitch, without saying anything because my profile revealed that I was born in San Francisco. I was called a cunt, a libtard. Some lady said that she had accessed my profile and had seen Donald Trump's blow all over the teeth of my family. This because I had called Donald Trump a bloviating Cocksplat. I STILL don't regret the words.
I was invited to a group by a beautiful man, Sterling M Funches to a discussion group. I met people. They were kind. They helped me through my sadness at yet another black man killed by cops. This time in Tulsa, OK. I met delightful people who added me to other groups. This group. It was interesting. My first night was very emotionallly amazing. In the course of two days, in response to my revealing I was a survivor of Incest and that Trump's interactions with and talk about his daughter Ivanka, and my extreme discomfort with his grooming behavior and verbal sexual assaults on Ivanka,, in public no less. 5 women reluctantly, carefully, honored me by sharing the stories of their own sexual assaults. Unless this has happened to you, you cannot understand the burden, the secret, the shame. To share with complete strangers, me? A gift.
Quickly though. It devolved. Admins were kicked out. I was welcomed by a group of women. They were hurt, they were angry, they were scared. There was controversy about Alt Right groups. One of our group had been stalked and threatened by a Neo-Nazi. If you are not a woman, you cannot understand.
Then I, was left. Felt like Jr. High all over again. Sitting at a table all by myself, eating my Bologna and cheese sandwhich, and potato chips. Talks with Admns., said that they couldn't coddle weaklings. Female members were upset at the racism, the mysoginistic attacks. We were told to go back to our "Safe Spaces". Changes were discussed. I was called a religious fanatic and told to run back to my profile, my church.
Friday night discussions. People didn't feel safe, respected. I was a crazy bitch drunk on no sleep for 48 hours. Pain.
Tonight. Disrespect, condenscion obstruction lies, sneers. If people had spoken to me this way in person, I would have bitch slapped theml
Is this what it is, now? We don't listen, we don't share, we don't explore. We yell and call each other stupid. We hate. We misinterpret. We talk about an America without illegal immigrants as if we can declare somebody against the law just by their mere existence. I have been cut free by the ladies. There is sanity, there ARE good people in this group. They don't want to cut free oppositional viewpoints, because, heaven forbid, we will become an echo chamber. I don't know if I have a problem with that. At least we will have some civility.
Here we have a great tool to share ideas, knowledge, experiences. I have been mocked because I shared that I was in Washington D.C when JFK was shot. I am part of living history, and I was sneered at.
Where are the adults? Is there no accountability for hate? We have a choice for the leader of the free world. People actually support a bloviating cocksplat who is being sued for rape, for fraud, who has rooked investors, declared bankruptcy, talks about expensive vagina, is a bully, a hater, a hatemonger, vengeful splteful, lawbreaker, tax evader. People actually wnat him for President. I heard Martin Luther King Jr. My father was jailed for 6 weeks in Mississippie for being a freedom rider. I have demonstragted for civil rights with my family.
This is not that country. This is not that dream. We have become hateful, condescending, nationalistic, bigoted, racist. I liked my first group. I have been cut free in this one and shat upon. I do not know how long I have. My health is precarious. I would love to teach, share, dream, exchange ideas. This is not my America. This is not MLK's dream. We have devolved into a morass of hate and disregard. Where people sneer when you are polite and treat others with respect. Is this who we are? What we want? Land of the free and the brave.
Message me if you really want to have an exchange of ideas.
A sharing a learning. Otherwise, if you wish to condescend, pontificate, bloviate..etc. Fuck off! You are NOT my AMERICA!
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