A mother applies for disability for her 7-year-old son because of a speech impediment. She writes, "You really have to take the time to understand most of what [my son] is talking about. And you said what you said to [him]. He gets mad sometimes and cry because his feelings are being hurt. So if he talk to people I just tell him never mind. Just leave it alone. Stop repeating yourself over and over."
So mom's suggestion to her son, who-- according to her-- is disabled because he can't be understood when he tries to communicate with people, is to stop trying to communicate with people because it hurts his feelings.
It's not to try to communicate in other ways, like, oh, say sign language, or to write down his words, as is often the case with mutes, or to even use a device like those used with people who have their vocal chords removed. It's to stop trying. Oh, and did I mention that the son hasn't taken any kind of speech therapy? He can't do it right, so he should stop trying.
Fuck that mother right in her fuckhole. If you're not able to do something, you figure out how to do it or you work around it. If you give the fuck up and blame other people, you deserve to be shot in the knees. And then have fire ants dumped on your bloody knees so they bite your bloody knees and then you should probably give up, because you're feelings are hurt. So just stop trying.
Fuckin' people.
Monday, March 12, 2012
i hate falling
today i fucking hate falling
the stupid fights and sleepless nights
the stupid kid who saw the flick
the stupid class the stupid laughs
the stupid fucks can suck my dick
today i fucking hate falling
the stupid price that hit new heights
the stupid crack the stupid glass
the stupid kids and stupid quips
the stupid fucks can lick my ass
today i fucking hate falling
the stupid gift that's always missed
the stupid shiny smileless bitch
the stupid test to see who's best
they all can stupid eat my shit
today i'm fucking falling
and i did it to myself
i fucking hate falling
and i'm falling
the stupid fights and sleepless nights
the stupid kid who saw the flick
the stupid class the stupid laughs
the stupid fucks can suck my dick
today i fucking hate falling
the stupid price that hit new heights
the stupid crack the stupid glass
the stupid kids and stupid quips
the stupid fucks can lick my ass
today i fucking hate falling
the stupid gift that's always missed
the stupid shiny smileless bitch
the stupid test to see who's best
they all can stupid eat my shit
today i'm fucking falling
and i did it to myself
i fucking hate falling
and i'm falling
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Re-fucking-lax
On a regular basis, I read disability applications from parents who claim their children are disabled because of speech delays. Now, maybe it's just me being all thinky and whathaveyou, but I'm not gonna freak out about my kid having a speech delay if he hasn't even turned 2 yet. I'm serious: more parents than you might think apply for disability for their not-yet-two-year-old child because of speech delay.
Ok, so let's say that these people AREN'T trying to scam the taxpayers of their country, and let's say they AREN'T trying to get money for nothing, and let's say that they AREN'T filthy, fucking liars, because there's nothing we can do about any of that. Let's start from a baseline of compassion and say They Are Trying To Care For Their Child.
Taking all of that into consideration, I would like to know why we aren't better educated so that parents know that, even if their child has a speech impediment-- even a severe one-- their child is not COMPLETELY UNABLE TO WORK because of that impediment? Especially a 1-year-old!! How fucking stupid are we, as a country, that we apply for disability for these reasons, we are allowed to apply for disability for these reasons, we allow people to apply for disability for these reasons, we don't teach people that it's fantastically wasteful to apply for disability for these reasons, and we actually debate if we should cut funding to our education programs??!! How fucking dumb are we??!!
I wanna make a graph of just how stupid we are. Something that can chart our monumental stupidity as a nation, maybe as a species. You know, where the Y axis is something like "Amount of Stupidity (in decigrams)" and the X axis is a timeline in years, starting back with Adam and Eve. I'm going to say that there simply isn't enough paper or ink to chart just how fucking stupid we are, because here's the deal: Adam fucked Eve, and they made two boys. One boy killed the other one (I can never remember if it was Cane or Abel, but it doesn't matter, really), so now there are three people on the planet-- only ONE of them has a Human-Bearing Womb. From those three people, the planet was populated. SOOOOOO... everyone came from incest. Pure and simple. And from THAT fine stock to choose from, God selected the MOST Un-Dumb, Noah, to spare. God was SO unhappy with everyone, that he decided to kill all the animals, just cuz they were hanging out with all us dumb fuckers. So Incesty Noah brought along his Incesty Wife-Of-Noah, and their immediate Incesty Family. The rest of the world dies in a flood. The water drains, and Incesty Noah and his Brood of Genetic Mutations proceed to populate the planet, and here we are. Just the product of millennia of Moms fucking their kids, Dads fucking their daughters, Brothers fucking their Sisters, Infants fucking the Wombs They Popped Out Of... and from all of that, you get legislation stating that science isn't real and we need to teach Creation as a reality... which says that we're all the product of incest because God couldn't figure out that mothers and sons fucking each other was a bad idea. How limited is your fucking God?! He can't even look down and go, "Oops! Eve is supposed to populate the Earth with only her husband and son's seed! I gotta make a few more chicks to prevent horrible diseases and disgusting sexual acts!" And then *bamf* or *bonk* or *thunk* or whatever celestial noise God makes when he plucks ribs from dudes to create chicks... he makes more wombs to prevent unwanted incest babies and genetic mistakes. This is the God people fight and die for. This is the God people created and condemn others for not believing in.
...where the fuck was i?...
Oh right, we're all a bunch of idiots. A plague on this planet. The sooner the huge asteroid crashes into us and ends us the better the universe will be. Until that time, I'm gonna make every effort to move away from this Sinkhole of Humanity where I live. Maybe Australia would be a good place to move to. They're chill there. Or The Netherlands. They get it there.
Don't apply for disability if your child can't speak at age 1. Just wait for a second. Take a nap. Drink a beer. Relax, motherfucker. Just. Relax.
Ok, so let's say that these people AREN'T trying to scam the taxpayers of their country, and let's say they AREN'T trying to get money for nothing, and let's say that they AREN'T filthy, fucking liars, because there's nothing we can do about any of that. Let's start from a baseline of compassion and say They Are Trying To Care For Their Child.
Taking all of that into consideration, I would like to know why we aren't better educated so that parents know that, even if their child has a speech impediment-- even a severe one-- their child is not COMPLETELY UNABLE TO WORK because of that impediment? Especially a 1-year-old!! How fucking stupid are we, as a country, that we apply for disability for these reasons, we are allowed to apply for disability for these reasons, we allow people to apply for disability for these reasons, we don't teach people that it's fantastically wasteful to apply for disability for these reasons, and we actually debate if we should cut funding to our education programs??!! How fucking dumb are we??!!
I wanna make a graph of just how stupid we are. Something that can chart our monumental stupidity as a nation, maybe as a species. You know, where the Y axis is something like "Amount of Stupidity (in decigrams)" and the X axis is a timeline in years, starting back with Adam and Eve. I'm going to say that there simply isn't enough paper or ink to chart just how fucking stupid we are, because here's the deal: Adam fucked Eve, and they made two boys. One boy killed the other one (I can never remember if it was Cane or Abel, but it doesn't matter, really), so now there are three people on the planet-- only ONE of them has a Human-Bearing Womb. From those three people, the planet was populated. SOOOOOO... everyone came from incest. Pure and simple. And from THAT fine stock to choose from, God selected the MOST Un-Dumb, Noah, to spare. God was SO unhappy with everyone, that he decided to kill all the animals, just cuz they were hanging out with all us dumb fuckers. So Incesty Noah brought along his Incesty Wife-Of-Noah, and their immediate Incesty Family. The rest of the world dies in a flood. The water drains, and Incesty Noah and his Brood of Genetic Mutations proceed to populate the planet, and here we are. Just the product of millennia of Moms fucking their kids, Dads fucking their daughters, Brothers fucking their Sisters, Infants fucking the Wombs They Popped Out Of... and from all of that, you get legislation stating that science isn't real and we need to teach Creation as a reality... which says that we're all the product of incest because God couldn't figure out that mothers and sons fucking each other was a bad idea. How limited is your fucking God?! He can't even look down and go, "Oops! Eve is supposed to populate the Earth with only her husband and son's seed! I gotta make a few more chicks to prevent horrible diseases and disgusting sexual acts!" And then *bamf* or *bonk* or *thunk* or whatever celestial noise God makes when he plucks ribs from dudes to create chicks... he makes more wombs to prevent unwanted incest babies and genetic mistakes. This is the God people fight and die for. This is the God people created and condemn others for not believing in.
...where the fuck was i?...
Oh right, we're all a bunch of idiots. A plague on this planet. The sooner the huge asteroid crashes into us and ends us the better the universe will be. Until that time, I'm gonna make every effort to move away from this Sinkhole of Humanity where I live. Maybe Australia would be a good place to move to. They're chill there. Or The Netherlands. They get it there.
Don't apply for disability if your child can't speak at age 1. Just wait for a second. Take a nap. Drink a beer. Relax, motherfucker. Just. Relax.
Falling Asleep At My Desk
We have two rival universities where I live. One of them is a "State" university, the other is not. The State university is located a little further away from major cities and population than the other university. It's primarily an agricultural university, whereas the other university has a long proud history of graduating kids who can tell you all about football, but who can't spell "football". I spent two years at State, and transferred and graduated from Other. My supervisor graduated from State, and is fiercely proud of that fact. I rarely wear booster clothing or apparel. He rarely goes without sporting the colors and logo of State.
Today, I have on a hat from the Other university.
As I was trying to stay awake at my desk, I fell asleep for a moment and had this dream:
My supervisor walks into my office for something... let's say he wants to yell at me because his neck doesn't work. So he walks into my office and sees my hat.
"I thought you were an Other supporter," he sneers.
"I thought you would've picked up on that much sooner," I said.
"Why's that?"
"Because I don't smell like incest and cow tipping."
Then he walks away without firing me, because you can't fire somebody for telling the truth about how much you like to sleep with your granny after getting drunk in a field and punching a cow until it falls over.
Now I smell like bitterness and snide.
Gross.
Today, I have on a hat from the Other university.
As I was trying to stay awake at my desk, I fell asleep for a moment and had this dream:
My supervisor walks into my office for something... let's say he wants to yell at me because his neck doesn't work. So he walks into my office and sees my hat.
"I thought you were an Other supporter," he sneers.
"I thought you would've picked up on that much sooner," I said.
"Why's that?"
"Because I don't smell like incest and cow tipping."
Then he walks away without firing me, because you can't fire somebody for telling the truth about how much you like to sleep with your granny after getting drunk in a field and punching a cow until it falls over.
Now I smell like bitterness and snide.
Gross.
Difficult Morning
The first case I looked at today was a 15-year-old boy who had brain cancer that metastasized to his spinal cord. In the process of trying to treat his cancer, his doctors harvested bone marrow (ouch), which caused deep venous thrombosis. As of Valentine's Day of this year, his doctors were giving him months to live. He denied radiation and chemo treatments, because he wanted to spend his last days living rather than dying. He almost denied a wheelchair for the same reason, but his doctors convinced him that he would be able to do more with the chair than without it. Currently, he cannot walk.
My 15-year-old loves to walk. He'll go out in the back yard, or in our side yard, someplace private, and just pace back and forth and wear a path into whatever strip he's pacing. While he's walking, he'll create characters, screenplays, stories, video games, ponder politics and current affairs. He calls it fantasizing. He's thinking about the future that he will be a part of.
I can't seem to shake this case this morning. I've been fighting increasing depression every day that I continue to come to my job. But then to be greeted with this kind of thing... it was almost too much to take this morning.
My 15-year-old loves to walk. He'll go out in the back yard, or in our side yard, someplace private, and just pace back and forth and wear a path into whatever strip he's pacing. While he's walking, he'll create characters, screenplays, stories, video games, ponder politics and current affairs. He calls it fantasizing. He's thinking about the future that he will be a part of.
I can't seem to shake this case this morning. I've been fighting increasing depression every day that I continue to come to my job. But then to be greeted with this kind of thing... it was almost too much to take this morning.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
The Punisher
The 2004 movie The Punisher was so good that, half way through, my wife chose to clean kitty shit out of the litter box rather than finish watching the movie with me.
Fuckin Hollywood.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Weird Events
A 27-year-old man kills his 29-year-old wife and infant daughter. He then gets on a plane to Vegas, where he rents a hotel room and proceeds to slash his wrists and ankles, killing himself.
A co-worker tells me he knew this man in high school. They were, actually, fairly close in high school.
Another co-worker suggests the wife had cheated, and that was the reason the man snapped.
It takes a weak-willed man to kill his cheating wife and infant daughter. I wonder if this co-worker is just a weak-willed.
I suggest that the man was bipolar and didn't take his medications.
It takes a mentally unstable person to believe a man kills his wife and infant daughter because of a mental instability. How mentally unstable am I?
It's revealed that days before her murder, the wife posted on Facebook that she has the most loving husband ever.
My co-worker said that he had met his high school friend's wife and daughter weeks before the incident, and they all looked perfectly happy together.
What makes something like this happen?
There won't be any answers.
Kinda like a chair leg that gets chewed on by a puppy, it can't be fixed and there's nothing you can do about it. It's gonna stay with me and gnaw at me for a while. I'll forget about it, maybe, and maybe think about it again in the future, like rubbing my hand over that chewed chair leg and being reminded of the unfixable damage.
It's kinda hanging on me like a cloud. Like smog in the top of my skull. Like an accidental spider web.
A co-worker tells me he knew this man in high school. They were, actually, fairly close in high school.
Another co-worker suggests the wife had cheated, and that was the reason the man snapped.
It takes a weak-willed man to kill his cheating wife and infant daughter. I wonder if this co-worker is just a weak-willed.
I suggest that the man was bipolar and didn't take his medications.
It takes a mentally unstable person to believe a man kills his wife and infant daughter because of a mental instability. How mentally unstable am I?
It's revealed that days before her murder, the wife posted on Facebook that she has the most loving husband ever.
My co-worker said that he had met his high school friend's wife and daughter weeks before the incident, and they all looked perfectly happy together.
What makes something like this happen?
There won't be any answers.
Kinda like a chair leg that gets chewed on by a puppy, it can't be fixed and there's nothing you can do about it. It's gonna stay with me and gnaw at me for a while. I'll forget about it, maybe, and maybe think about it again in the future, like rubbing my hand over that chewed chair leg and being reminded of the unfixable damage.
It's kinda hanging on me like a cloud. Like smog in the top of my skull. Like an accidental spider web.
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