One Year Ago As of March, … Tribute to the Year of Challenges

Dear readers,

While all my family will expect me to pay tribute to a grandmother I couldn’t even spend time with for ten years, I would like to also point out that it will have been a whole year since people expected me to bow down and kiss the ass of two very bigoted people. In the blindness community since then, I have seen a great awakening in the group of survivors of sexual abuse. I have also seen a great awakening within myself, especially because the people responsible for the bigotry and the death threat that culminated in months of being exploited on my end, and then the guys expected people to shut me down here on WordPress for defamation. One young lady in Australia tried to report the blog for defamation, but here’s the scoop on that. This woman in Australia is in Australia, not the United States, and has no knowledge of legal matters here. She has no business reporting my blog because she’s Australian, which has a different law structure, also it’s a different set of issues and different government. We have a bicameral legislation here and we have a President, and we elect just about everybody freely and fairly. What Australia does obviously isn’t my business, though I find their politics amusing. The point is that if you live outside the U.S., don’t go reporting my blog if you don’t know the subject material enough to understand why I wrote it.

As for Dirty Money on Netflix, some little weasel sued Netflix to get the segment on guardianship removed. I could have been told to take down the Right Wingnut Roundup, but guess what? Wes and Bill, the guys responsible for the accusations of defamation, can’t get a grip. They’re the bigots, they entertain the thought of police brutality, and my buddy Clayton could have been targeted by the U.S. or other countries for any number of reasons, but you chose to target me instead. Why is this? Probably because Wes and Bill perceived me as weak, but what they don’t get is that threatening people is against the law, illegal. I did not threaten, I only told the truth. It’s been a year since it happened, and since that year has passed, I’ll be darned if I have to change names again. Screenshots of conversations don’t lie, and I can’t alter the evidence, after all that would be tampering with it. Right?

to those who believe that I should be warehoused in a group home, denied the chance to see my partner, and otherwise honed in to guardianship, guess what? You’ve got something coming. Guardianship is evil, and I’ve been the victim of such. I was denied the chance to see those I cared about, and the minute someone finds out I’m in guardianship who’s a vision or blindness professional, my expectations in terms of DVR and professionals like that are lowered to the floor. DVR in Colorado won’t support my dream of being a musician, and I wanted training so I could produce and learn how to use the program Komplete Kontrol, I have the m32 midi setup but I had to uninstall much of it because of the space limitations on my drive and Big Sur. Ugh. But the biggest problem I have with DVR is the gender based stereotypical chores I was forced to do over all the others. I won’t be cooking or cleaning my living space for anyone but me, myself, and I and my partner and immediate family products, likely children and or pets. I’m not your maid, so I should say. The big thing I want to stress is that I’m not anyone’s nanny or handmaid, and if I had my skills abused by someone, it was likely my parents. They abused my talent for music, honed it in to church mass every Sunday, and expected me to stay Catholic and asleep.

The big thing bothering me is how people view me as a woke person, and let me tell you what woke is. When you’re woke, you’re awake. You have this sense of being yourself, that it’s okay to feel the feelings you have, that it’s okay to cry if you need to, laugh if you want to, all that. These bigots who censored the Netflix documentary and tried to kill me are not woke. These guys are asleep in the not so comfy embrace of conspiracy against me bullcrap and theories about woke culture that don’t fly and aren’t really in line with what’s acceptable. Even with Trump in office, I was woke. I”m still woke, still awesome, and I have a lot to say. As a woke person, I’m going to stay woke. I was given a very personal statement about the problems of “insane asylums”. One man puts it that woke culture is controlled by psychiatric patients not on medications. I don’t believe that for a split second. I’m on abilify, and I could have been on a ton of sedatives. I could have been on dangerous medications that made me drool all over myself, speak incoherently, and not know what is going on. I was on a mood stabilizer that caused a seizure, how’s that for scary. I don’t think institutionalization is a right and fair process, and even my friends think it’s okay for this to happen. It’s not. This man I speak of is blind and in his forties, but yet still doesn’t have a paid job, but lives with family. This same man could easily be targeted by someone and yet doesn’t know how awful the system is. As Rosamund Pike says in I Care A Lot, and let me paraphrase, she says she can put sedatives and all kinds of bad things in your food, deny you food, all that. And then she says, “I own you.” She’ll own you, this fictional guardian that Pike portrays in I Care A Lot. I watched that whole movie and wanted to jump through the screen and smash the whole system. As the action unfolded, things got really weird and wild. When one of the characters, Roman, is put to sleep on tranquilizers, the character of Marla goes “Sleep tight, motherfucker.” Wow, I thought, how damn heartless she was. Sleep tight, motherfucker, I want to say to those who don’t want to get woke and realize that guardianship is evil. If you side with evil, you’re not probably trying to read this blog. IF you’re going to read this, wake up, motherfucker. Wake the hell up. I could have been threatened with death by the lady I like to call Avilar Karen, and what I am about to tell you might startle you. It might not.

When the lady called me threatening me, she sided with evil. Wes had commented on this blog that “the guardianship your parents had in Florida was correct” among other things. I should have said this is a little paraphrase of what he said, but I spammed the comment because I needed readers to understand that the comment Wes wrote was sacreligious to me. Wes’s comment was deleted because it contained defamatory and ableist information about me that readers don’t need to or want to know. I blocked a young lady in Wisconsin for writing that it would be my parents’ business to terminate pregnancy if I got pregnant. That the guardianship was okay was not a misnomer on this young lady’s part. I blocked others for being evil, unfriended a few people’s pages for the very crime of banning me from speaking, silencing and retaliating against me for being myself. I can’t afford a criminal record, going to jail requiring the cash bale system. I hope that people understand that filing a police report against someone in Denver when you live in Iowa or somewhere else is wrong. Wes and Bill’s little stunt with my buddy Clayton hasn’t left me at all, and it could get worse. Here’s why I believe we need change and what we can do to make it happen.

We need change because believing ableist and evil things should be considered a crime, and some form of conspiracy against the disabled entitled white man should also be a thing to scrutinize. There are disabled assholes, I won’t doubt it. However, any disabled person who ginds subminimum wages favorable is a real asshole on I95. Jimmy Buffet, sing it buddy. If you don’t get the reference, it’s the Asshole Song, and Jimmy Buffet and his parrotheads sing this awesome song that pretty much talks about the bad driving on I95. Well, that’s what I compare government officials who favor the subminimum wages to. They are driving badly.

I also found an article in which Marjorie Taylor Greene pretty much mocked trans people. She should be expelled from Congress also because she’s a believer in the Q Anon group. Do you guys know how much that group tears apart families? There’s a guy in an article I read whose stuff was tossed outside and the mother threatened to have her son hurt. I have a message for those people who hinder progress and kick guys like that out of their home. Get your heads right and wake the hell up. Q Anon is a bad group, they’re terrorists, and you can’t negotiate with them. It’s people like that who hamper our efforts to change the nation to something acceptable for black and trans and disabled people.

IF you’re a government official who believes that I should be warehoused in jail for writing this, check your privilege at the door. Police brutality is a bad thing, and I don’t want my partner to die from that. If some cop in Aurora or Denver comes to my door, he should know that I’m not a good target. Trenton who loves me and supports me won’t support your targeting me. The guys who did this don’t realize that they’re going to lose everything if they mess with the wrong person. And they messed with the wrong girl. I don’t want to be put somewhere where I don’t belong. I want to have children, stay with Trenton, and live a happy and uncompromisingly normal life. To those of you who wish to target me, put down your guns and wake the hell up. But if you choose, well, if you choose evil, then sleep tight, motherfuckers. Don’t come crying to me if someone stabs you in the back, whether it’s with a needle or in the mind. Sleep tight, motherfuckers, don’t come crying to me if you’re just like Roman in the hospital with a tube stuck in your throat, or you are like me and get denied the chance to see your beloveds or the person you love. If you wanna wake up, then wake up. Just wake up and come to the front of the line and the middle of the circle. IF you want change, make it happen for the benefit of all, not just you entitled ones.

Beth

Author: denverqueen

My name is Beth. I'm blind from birth and enjoy the blogging atmosphere. I am a creative person, a musician, a writer, etc. This is me. Take it or leave it.