I'm sure this isn't good yet, but posting it anyway:
Sidelined
Headed into my millionth last stand
Heart and mouse in my hand.
If I could, I'd immolate today.
Let capitalism throw my trash away.
Too damn stubborn to quit now.
Although there is some inconsistency-my initial word wasn't the right choice
in fighting for democracy,
when I'm not free.
But in the course of human events,
this evil regime makes no fucking sense.
So I plant trees
I'll never sit in the shade of.
Joni Ernst, It’s Also About Meaning
There is a part of me that got the A’s and all that, and fell upon The West Wing after the fact that has all this respect and still wants to call you Senator Ernst out of respect for the office and, blah, blah, citizenship-cakes, but I think you forfeited that right when you “invited” people who are struggling to die for your priorities and advancement. Thanks to Gary Legum at Wonkette for the documentation here(This, in case you’re not aware is not what Jesus would do. A lot of you guys…get confused about that.) So, hey, Joni, what’s up? We’re not all your pigs.
It's not about some guarantee where we all get a hundred years, tax-free, all right, and it’s not about people not being willing to make sacrifices, although, even not being from Iowa, I’m pretty sure nobody poor wants to sacrifice their “inalienable rights” to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness so that you can get even more powerful and be a bigger hose beast than you are. That does not count as the greater good where I come from. If we have to sacrifice or tighten our belts, it should be about things that matter to *us*, but there’s enough that we shouldn’t have to, much—people at the top are really greedy-- not so our rich overlords can take private jets off their taxes (private jets must kill your soul faster than crack cocaine…maybe I’m lucky my disability and relative lack of resources keeps me off of one, at that.) You are allegedly a public servant, although admittedly the duties of such a role have shifted in our second term as #AssholeNation…in many ways, you are the only voice those people you—heckled (how hilarious!) have. They turned to you to serve them, and not only are you failing them, and proud about doing so, you mocked them for expecting otherwise. A disgrace to a disgraceful profession.
Nobody knows how long they have on this planet, it’s true, which is why I hate the times I spend yelling at people like you and foraging for the crumbs that count as our safety net in a country of unparalleled resources. I’d like to find more time for creativity, fun, and enjoyment instead of low-level scurrying to try to fix what people like you break. You (and your crew) make me sick and I want to tie this response around your necks for the rest of your lives.
Taking you down with me,
The Bohemian Crip
can you afford a donation to JD Scholten?
He's running to defeat Ms. Ernst.
It would be wild if this came up in his Google Alerts one day. Maybe we'll talk online sometime--now that I know he's still among the living and he knows I'm a fan, well, stranger things have happened.
I bet I’m not the only Crip of A Certain Age who spent at least some Wednesday nights of her childhood soaking in America’s ambivalence about disability by watching “Highway To Heaven” sometimes…it was kind of threadbare representation, but for many years, as close as I got.I kind of envied those televised crips in equal parts, both for getting to explode in anger about their disabilities, and that they only wanted to do it in one, dramatic burst. There might be a lot more I might say about HTH if Everything wasn’t so nuts, but it’s all sentimental cliches anyway.
One of the best things about the show though is blind actor, writer, and representational one-man band Tom Sullivan who was the best thing about a lot of Very Special Episodes when I was growing up. My brother and I shared an obsession with watching “If You Could See What I Hear,” especially the part where Tom drives his college friends home because he was sober when they weren’t.--HBO was different before the whole Golden Age thing started up--they showed the same things, but I don't think they were in the local TV Guide a lot, so to see your movie all the way through could take a few tries, anyway, butIf You Could See What I Hear held up to frequent rewatch. (The movie is online, but I'm not sure what the rules are...don't want to get people in trouble.
and, well, people are passing me up right now, so, just in case:
I have cerebral palsy, use a wheelchair, and I’m on AHCCCS (Medicaid in some places) to pay my attendants. Needing so much support for so many years (I’m fifty-one, on benefits for about thirty years) wasn’t really part of my plan. But I still deserve to live (; I bet surviving would feel better to me if I didn’t fee punished, periodically, by budget cuts, austerity, and inaccessibility. Not that my spirits are really the government’s problem, I suppose, but in their place, I hope I’d not choose to cause pain and disruption to people I never even knew. Everybody Poops, after all) I have a family, friendships and community that I contribute to, despite the ways that it’s uncounted by the Gross Domestic Product., which massively undercounts women’s work in general, by the way I believe that some things are necessities that it’s inhumane to make people fight for, or at the very least, struggle with paperwork to make it look like they’re doing something but really just creates frustrating and costly hurdles for people trying to meet their most elemental needs, without a lot of advantages. Some people may not have family networks that they can lean on—I do, but we never know how long all of that might last. Paperwork may pretend to offer a guarantee, but real life does not. The United States is the richest society that has EVER existed; does taking food aid away in the budget bill make sense? I say no, even if I haven’t gotten SNAP since college. Sometimes it’s about our neighbors, not just usI
This link may be better If you have not contacted Congress about their plans to cut Medicaid to give billionaires a tax break,
sign a letter here
(If we don't hang together, we may hang separately.)
Mostly, I’d say that a lot of reality television, despite being born of the human curiosity about how people live in different places and stations of life, deserves its shallow reputation. So much of what it shows is fighting and expensive objects.
It doesn’t really have to be that way, though, as I found catching up on the latest iteration of Queer Eye on streaming recently.(My heart kind of belongs to the original Fab 5, but the 2020s version is growing on me. )
Maybe even more so now that I’ve seen them make over deaf athletic director Denton Mallas. Because of my own disability experience, I hadn’t thought much of special schools or self-contained programs, but if more of us had a culture to connect with as they do at places like Gallaudett and the school Denton works at, maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong. I enjoy my hearing, but I admire some Deaf people’s commitment to their own culture and traditions.
I thought the episode was groundbreaking in its willingness to learn and not
just reflect back prejudices of the dominant culture while still being fun to
watch(Denton is a hottie, for one thing) I enjoyed the Fab 5’s willingness to
learn.And, because I am both behind the times and an ignorant hearing person in many ways, I'm including a response from a deaf blogger from right after the episode dropped here
