There are a few things wrong with this picture. A few things may include who’s been trolling me with racial slurs. I think the big break came when none other than the terror of the blind community, mistress of the dark herself, the New York sort, became aware that she had no problem with me, yet her exes and operatives in her group might have terrorized my friends with racial slurs, homophobic catch phrases and such. This girl’s ex, I’d like to say, he may have probably done the trolling, and had knowledge of my Swarm check ins, called my then fledgling boyfriend Trenton the N word, and then some. This guy is probably Mexican, like the prior suspect I wrote about, but is not Ivan Soto as previously thought. The guy I think is a person of interest in the trolling case that bears my name is a guy that I didn’t even know existed, someone named Ramon Salazar. Sounds like a gag out of a Pirates movie, but isn’t. Remember, the Pirates 5 movie has the title in the otherworld that is “Salazar’s Revenge.” He had probably dated the girl I am speaking of years before, thinks he’s successful enough to vandalize my good name, and he could probably be the reason I was called bitch, written about with “fuck” with fifty times that caliber of evil. I could probably interrogate Mr. Salazar with impunity, but I’d like to know how Clayton got a hold of the guy, but he and his ex at current, M.P.R., are both blocked on his end. I’d like to know how for one, someone like Ramon could have gotten a hold of my swarm check ins. Was it M.P.R.? Or was it someone else? Someone knows Ramon enough to tell him every place I checked into at that time, and at that time the relationship with Trenton was indeed fledgling, just beginning to warm up indeed. So I’m wondering, who is Ramon and why is he taking interest in defacing people? He called his ex an illegal alien, so it struck me as possible that he was the one who called my boyfriend the N word, and said that because of my disability and mental illness, I should be shocked and made to shut up. Those words haven’t left me yet, and I still tore those things apart. Ivan, if it wasn’t you, I apologize. But I have to see what this Ramon guy thinks he’s all about, but I’m sure he breached my ability to trust people with his trolling attitude. His ex, M.P.R, certainly spends her life trolling and criticizing others, but she is behind something trashy I wrote about years ago. She has accused me of “not bathing”, which is low because by the way, I took a shower hours ago. And before anyone gets into a tizzy about how this girl is innocent, she should be truly expensing her energies fighting the evils of guardianship, and I’ve done so with the help of a psychiatrist who said, quite bluntly, that her physician’s report states I don’t need a guardian. Period. So I hope the thing was dropped, and I hope my parents will be proud of themselves when they find their wallets half empty instead of full to the brim with moneys and things. Their grandkids from me will need all that money for medical care, housing, and other things I can’t get because the system is so unfair and unjust, not equal in any way. The rich kids get better schools, the poor kids get bullied to the point of death. That’s how it works, and I intend to break the system down if so for my children’s safety and livelihoods. My parents don’t read this, and shouldn’t be reading this blog because this blog will one day be published as a book, a memoir of stuff I’ve been through. This blog will be the key to my parents’ understanding of their daughter. If I died in war, that blog would go down in history fifty or a thousand years later as something to be remembered. I’d have the whole thing printed out so that the Aunt Lydias of Ardua Hall don’t have to mess around with my life. But they could hide the secret writings of a woman so fiery and intense that it costs men their lives.
Now, let’s get to the meat and potatoes of it all. I’m pretty sure we have a problematic thing called impeachment going on in the government. Why is that, you ask? Because of a five letter word I don’t want to discuss, it begins with T. Mr. T. is a complete asshole with no sense of empathy, as I’ve written before, but Mr. T. is being impeached for reasons that he is so hell bent on winning that he enlists the help of foreign powers. Well, if I was to run against him, I’d have to say, if you have nothing positive to say about yourself, your agenda, your rivals, don’t run again or at all. Mr. T. has no idea that I have the secrets to his downfall. We need a strong empath in the White House, period, someone who loves and cherishes life itself, loves all people and will do anything to end violence in the world. I won’t do arms deals with Saudi Arabia, since they don’t like women escaping or leaving the country without a guardian, a mahram. The guardian male controls the woman’s every move, and now husbands can denote what their wives do thanks to an app. I’d ban that app, and with Saudis, I’d cut them from trading with any American company unless they show that women have the rights owed to them as females, guardians of life itself. If they continue to ban churches and synagogues, then I won’t work with a kingdom that not only does that, but bans women from walking around outside the house, let alone drive without their husband or guardian’s permission. Female guardianship is to me as evil and senseless as any human right I’ve lost through the years. I will gain back my rights, after all it is unfair what my parents did. They claim they wanted to “protect” me, but in fact, they wanted to abuse. My bandmates from high school who died or are still lurking about confirmed all this information. Mary was instrumental in saying something before it got worse. Her husband John is not in favor of my brother, Danny, getting all the attention. And for my want of attention, I got secluded or punished in some other way. Sorry, mom and dad, had to let this out. I can’t keep things bottled up in here forever. And the government can’t keep Mr. T. safe for long. He will one day be sitting in a Lemony Snicket book of his own, as the Count Olaf character, and maybe he should suffer the same stuff as Count Olaf was made to suffer, that is before he got away and tried to marry Violet. Those of you who did not see the Lemony Snicket movie would be advised to read the books first anyway, but the Baudelaires were indeed good people who found themselves in … a series of unfortunate events. Olaf and Mr. T. aren’t far apart in common goals with each other. Mr. T. hates everything, is afraid of immigrants, doesn’t own a pet dog or cat or anything, has no sense of humor, and above all, is a mean and nasty fellow who doesn’t need a wife in the first place. Melania his wife needs to find a better husband, not for his money, but his heart should be what she looks for in this guy. Baron will have to stop acting like a spoiled brat and find a better father figure. The Mr. T. in the White House will one day be in a run down house with nothing, nothing but the flies that flitter about his kitchen, no maids, butlers, or cooks, no foie gras or steak, nothing at all. He’ll have to do his own cooking, and if he gets old enough, someone in his kinship network will have to put in a request that he be in a rest or elder care home. He will fall into the elder system, and no, he won’t have his children about to help him with that many things. Ivanka his daughter will have to change her name, and it won’t be Ivanka Kushner either. Ivanka will have to do something drastic to keep her good name. One, I think she could find someone else to love. For two, she could disown this patriarch of a father figure. This guy’s going to be removed from office. He has caused me to think that the republican grand old party is really the POG, the Party of Gilead. Really, I’m not kidding. These people believe that women should not rule their own bodies, that a man should make all the decisions by law for a woman. That is not the case. I will rule my body, and Trenton does not tell me what to do with it. I will get pregnant someday, somehow. I will keep my kids to term if I choose at all. And even more, I will choose what my kids do and what they learn about because public schools obviously can’t handle black or biracial kids, even going as far as disposing of Huckleberry Finn for heaven’s sake. But really, I hope the impeachment releases more information than we need to think. This way, the Ramon Salazars of the world can stop trolling and threatening me with shock therapy.