I Don’t Hate Men

Dear readers,

Disclaimer: I do not hate men, and I’m still feministing and being cool, but let me make one thing clear, I do not hate men. There are good guys and bad guys, and I’m gonna talk about both, so here goes.

First and foremost, I see you good men out there. I see you who don’t wanna hurt your wives, kill your girlfriends, or shoot up college campuses all in the name of a sexist societal change. I see you guys who open doors, pull out chairs, and talk serious about letting your female colleagues advance in companies like the tech companies and the ones serving us today like those in restaurant chains and the like. I see you good guys out there, the ones who are truly mature enough to see that some of your actions are wrong, and I see you guys who own up to violent encounters, and without use of faulty manasphere thinking, you do your part to change your life for the better.

The reason I write this is because of men I’m about to cover. I see men online who write terrible things about me and other women, men who don’t take ownership of their responsibilities like for example, this paraphrase from a dude in Colorado even, “She put a DV (domestic violence) charge on me if I didn’t pick up my kids.” Really? Did you really abuse your ex wife, sir? I wonder, are there any others I can think of that are just nasty? I have too many names in my mind, and they’re all blind or physically disabled. This is just one category, but there are millions of unnamed guys I don’t know in extremism communities, including MGTOW, incels, and other communities in the big wide “manasphere.” Thank you, Laura Bates, for writing a great as hell book about this subject, and now I have a healthy respect for good males and good males who don’t do bad things. Laura Bates has lots of examples of how misogyny is dangerous, and she doesn’t have to look too far back or forward.

I have a great partner who actually thinks Bates’s book is great, and we both do not really support the manasphere, and we both understand gender inequality like nobody’s business. Look carefully, especially at some of the disabled community. There is sexism, white supremacy, and all kinds of wrong in the disabled community, and sadly, it’s perpetrated by disabled men, especially the ones living at home with their parents, or the ones who openly admit to denying paternity over children, and those who sit there and complain they don’t get the sex they want with women.

Socially awkward men scare me, and I thought I found a kindred spirit in a man I knew only online and let me tell you how it worked. I thought that “Jason”, the name I saw on the Skype request was indeed a genuine recording “artist.” I quickly added him, and he and I had some talks, fell in love, and then … sadly, but in some weird way, we met. Jason seemed like a good guy at first, but then the trouble started when he was isolating me from good guys like my ex, Deq, who has beliefs that kind of clash with mine, and he needs to get his head straight with certain groups of people, truly because these people, these people including sheikhs and others who have certain incendiary things to say about women are dangerous just like the straight dudes in the incel community are. Either way, Deq respected me, but tried to control which authors and books I read, but who cares. I had to hide certain aspects of life from him because he didn’t get it. Jason was worse, way worse, in that he had some perpetual racial stereotypes about African Americans, Somali immigrants, and so many other types of individuals he had a whole novel he could have written. Jason was calling Mexicans a popular immigrant slur and was suggesting to me that “All Muslims are terrorists.” Not true, and I’ve met some peaceable Muslim folks since, people who actually realize that some of Deq’s incendiary commentary wasn’t cool. That was part of the reason I broke up with Deq, but another reason was the brothers and I had to put Islam away in a box marked, memories. The memory of Islam is not that pleasant, but there are pleasant layers of the sisterhood in Denver, and that’s fine. The brothers were the problem, and my future depended on me leaving Islamic communities behind, but not leaving my support for a peaceable observance behind. What Jason did was lie about Islam being a religion of the sword, not surprising because in the Bible Belt, including Florida or Georgia, churches with such hateful rhetoric against Islam abound, also the churches somehow get away with preaching nasty stuff about gays, women, and simply everybody who is not Evangelical Christian or white or making less than $4000 a month.

Jason gave me two sets of jewels when I met him a second time, but by that time, he had been isolating me, controlling me, picking my friends, hosting all my Skype groups, all of that plus cheating and lying and stealing while at the same time, we had some relations, sexual stuff, but it wasn’t all that satisfying knowing that this man is capable of being awkward and cheating on me. I had been cheated on also by another man in California, but Jason is a glaring example of a man to stay away from. He’s been stalking girls on the Internet, demanding sexual relations with one or two at a time, perhaps he’s telling all the Jessica Sara and Britney girls he stalks, and I’m saying Sara Jessica Britney because I’m talking about this in the same way you say Tom, Dick and Harry, but he pretty much tells every Sara, Jessica and Britney out there that “You’ve signed your death warrant by being friends with Beth.” Picture Jason as the President of Panam, the country in Hunger Games, and you see what I mean. If you were friends with me and Jason knew it, he’d strike you with thet National Guard, and that’s the kind of guy that started slowly coming out when I returned to Denver after our first rendezvous. It was painful to see him do this to Jennifer Weaver (she died in 2015), and worse yet, to other girls I cared about. He finagled Caitlin, another girl I truly did care about, to stop speaking to me, and now she’s joined awkward ranks and told me not to speak out against Jason, but who cares. Jason is someone you don’t want ruling your newspapers, your companies, your household, your country’s government. Jason is not just the man I dated, he is a monster that comes in many other guys as well, including that Bryan Laundry dude who killed Gabby Petito, and now guess who’s after him? Dog the Bounty Hunter, and I’m actually very happy that’s happening, for Dwayne the Dog Chapman has a pretty good thing going and he’s considered a legend.

If you’re Jason, you’re bad. And the words that read, you have signed your death warrant for being friends with Beth, those words hurt. Just because I somehow forced Jason to break up with me, well I didn’t want to at first, but others have told me just what a blessing it was for Jason to abandon ship, and I learned later about the warning signs of domestic abuse. All I can say is, in any way I can without being mean, thanks. Thanks, Jason, for not acting like Bryan Laundry, evading the authorities, but no thanks for the relationship because you cheated on me and you tried to weaken my whole spiritual experience. No thanks for telling me that all Muslims are something that they’re not supposed to be. So yeah, no thanks because you made Jennifer cry her brains out, you said I could die or my friends signed a death warrant and no, don’t run for government office because you hurt me. You really did hurt me, I don’t care if your disabilities did this. They didn’t. You hurt me so bad I cried for days after you broke it off. You even wanted me out of your life, well I’m living with scars, and these scars remind me that I ain’t done fighting for women’s safety in relationships. Thanks to Laura’s book, I have a better experience and understanding of guys like Jason and the composite sketches Leigh Baker also used to help parents learn how to detect sexual predators. Jason is not just the Jason I dated. He is the monster under your bed, the pounding pain in your head when you don’t want it, so you take Advil to get rid of it. He is the guy you see lurking on the Internet, or even in the bushes, waiting to yell a nasty comment your way. Jason is the guy who lies, cheats, and steals, and tries to upend democracy as we know it. Jason is a guy, but he’s also in just about every bad guy I know. HE is a recent ex, recently barred from advancement because a lady said he touched her. He is a guy who didn’t budge when his girlfriend called me a “dog in heat.” He is the guy you don’t want to meet at a bar, but you do anyway and end up messed up in the head because you feel slighted. He is the guy you can’t believe got you pregnant, and then tried to get custody of your baby, and all the while facing criminal prosecution for your rape. He is the type of guy I chose to date because being that I was born blind, and locked out of life like a child, I had no options. I had no decent men in my life. Until Trenton.

I want to take a few lines to honor Trenton, my partner, who might as well be a husband, but we won’t legalize things till this SSI thing is settled, and Congress, I’m counting you in. Get this passed, please. As Trenton is a good man, I’d rather have him a hundred per cent. Trenton is someone I’d call respectable, honorable, and a gentleman after my own heart. He and a buddy of mine named Clayton in Arizona, though they’re both different, deep down they’re good guys. Unlike the Jasons in the world, Clayton has owned up to his actions, owned up to everything really, and he has made a good life for himself, has ambitions, has desires, wishes, wants. Who knew if this or other good men could be the key to ending violence against women? In any case, I want to make something clear. Feminism is something that any man or woman benefits from, and I have written plenty of things regarding my relationship woes. In any case, I better get to bed.

Asking for Help is Not a Crime: Addressing Independence Police On Social Media

Dear readers,

For season 4 of my podcast, I’m going to address a problem that keeps happening every time I ask for a simple favor. I get bullied. There are two people responsible for bullying on a post I created so that only local people were supposed to comment, but unfortunately, a blind keyboard warrior from Florida and a dude who lives too far away in Grand Junction in my backyard commented rudely and rather in a nasty way about my capacity to help and do things for myself. This is not the way to respond to posts asking for help, and I get terrible comments about this stuff all the time. Antibullying programs in school apparently haven’t been enough to teach these people not to bully, and their kids will likely be bullies too because of their bad modeling behavior. There is a really big problem with the woman who sent me the comments, saying, “I’m going to be perfectly honest, but …” She went in and said I was not capable of doing anything at all, and truthfully, that’s not the case. It’s lies like the ones told by the woman who sent me that comment that could get me guardianized again. Britney Spears is already under investigation for striking someone, but guess what? That employee probably did or said something to provoke it. Britney is under a lot of stress from an abusive conservatorship, and I was under such from an abusive prison called a guardianship.

As for my capacity not to do things for myself, I warn you all. Do not write lies and tell lies about my capacity to anyone at all, I don’t care if it’s your social worker or my social worker, my colleagues in DWC or a colleague at work. Do not tell anyone or mention my name about every time I am incapable or something. The terrible comments must stop, I have warned you all. Thankfully, the comments here on WordPress are not allowed to happen because of people like the Florida woman and the Colorado man. These people are trying to get me down, but I warn you all, if you so much as whisper comments about my incapacity which isn’t true at all to people such as a colleague at work, my caseworker, social workers in your state, or anywhere else, I will hear about it. And I won’t go with a professional guardian because I have no money. I want to be able to see friends and my partner, and my in laws. My mother in law is already having tough times, and her adoptive mother and my grandfather are both diagnosed with dementia. It is hard to watch the dementia symptoms progress with those two people, my grandfather being the man who used to read spy novels, make pancakes, and ride his Harley Davidson around Lake Mary or Pensacola. My papa is going to die with the knowledge that he was loved and supported, but the lies about me continue. So who are the bullies so vehemently against me? One of them I was on Messenger audio with, just talking and we just talked like old friends. I can’t believe this guy would do something stupid like this.

There were a few friends who left me nice comments. I want to thank the following people who actually make me believe that humanity is good: first, my buddy Megan who lives not far from my backyard. Next, my buddy Marinela who is the nerdieset chic on Earth and in the whole universe and she’s always going to convention stuff and I absolutely adore her makeup. Even if I can’t wear makeup, not that I wouldn’t wear it, I look better without it anyway. Nothing too personal, but I don’t like makeup and I’m not a good makeup artist. But I swear Marinela’s makeup pallets are interesting, and I wish I had the vision to do makeup like she does, but I’m fine with a professional makeup artist doing my makeup if I absolutely must do it for the stage. Thank you though, Marinela, for being cool. Then there’s Kelly, who lives in Texas, who is the most amazing person I’ve met so far. Kelly is so empathetic to people, and I can’t tell you how many times she’s told me something real. Then there’s Clayton, and by the way, it will be Clayton’s birthday on Saturday. I want my readers to know that this birthday boy knows a few nooks and crannies in the world that I may never have thought of. It’s a struggle, he says, to get help as a blind person because the sighted don’t want us to exist. Sadly, he’s correct on that for some reasons. They include that blindness is feared, as Rosemary Mahoney wrote in one article I read of hers. Examples of feared blindness include when a boy or girl is born blind in places like Africa or Tibet, the family may lose their land and their child would have to die. There was a father in Mexico who tried to make his blind son die via a Roman Catholic mass. This is how much parents, adults in general, and some kids, fear blindness. What I fear most is not blindness itself. I’m sitting here at my desk, typing this blog on a macintosh intel computer, and I’m capable of expressing my thoughts, so what the hell these people did was really stupid. Any unfriending and so on will have to be done with my permission. In fact, it can’t happen because now I have to cope with the nasty comments the bullies left me on Facebook and other social media accounts. There are many teens who aren’t disabled who commit suicide because of commentary that is deeply hurtful. I cried of course, but that’s inevitable. I have a few things I want everybody on social media to do. And it has nothing to do with killing somebody, making things unsafe, or anything at all. But it has to do with empathy, and the empathy has to be built.

  1. First and foremost, say your comments out loud before you attempt to write them down. This coming from my buddy Christine, from Pennsylvania, and it might help in some ways. If the words come out nasty, do not put them down on paper. Think about these comments and their tone, and would you say this to a best friend? Your grandmother? If not, do not write them down.
  2. Go to someone you don’t normally want to work with. This is something I would recommend you do with DVR or a workplace. Offer to buy that person who is always being sexually harassed or bullied a cup of coffee, a can of pop, whatever they ask for. Sit down and talk to that person, ask them how they’re doing, and watch what they say. When I am asked how my day is, sometimes I will say, good. Or if it’s super crappy, I’ll admit it. Listen carefully to the tone of the person’s response, and dig a little deeper. This is a serious thing that could lead to you possibly making friends, or even helping a person in need.
  3. For those who are straight conservatives, I have a dare for you. If you’re a guy, dress up like a drag queen. Get the best costume you can get, and wear it to work. Or if you’re really not in the mood, wear a shirt that presents a liberal cause, example might be something that supports gay and lesbian and transgender people. Also, if you are someone who knows someone with cancer, do the following.
  4. If you know a friend or colleague at work who has had their hair fall off because of cancer, shave your damn head. I would do it if someone I knew had cancer. Trust me. If I found out my dad was bald, well, it would be one of two things: male pattern baldness or cancer. Male pattern baldness is not a shameful thing, and women who lose their hair to anything should never be shamed for it. So if you know a colleague at work, a friend, or family member who has cancer, allopesia or anything else, just shave your head or if you can’t shave your head, the wig comes off and you show your skin.

These things are all great empathy building tools for adults, but here are some that kids can do. Most of the things also apply to adults.

  1. If your parents are acting strangely on FB, ask them why. But log in your brain that this behavior is bad, unacceptable, and wrong. When you’re at school, watch the playground. Who gets bullied the most? Watch your social media accounts for cyberbullying.
  2. If you or a friend is being bullied, tell a teacher or grown up person, otherwise known as a family friend or adult you can trust, about it. Tell the principal if you have to.
  3. IF you have to, work with law enforcement to get the bullies off your tail. Just make sure you gather the screenshots, evidence, documents, etc. Parents, make sure you have something such as Net Nanny Social, or some other monitoring software and let your child know what’s up. All evidence of cyber bullying should be reported to your child’s school or principal.

Thank you for reading. I will have to address this problem in the podcast if anyone even so much as tries to incapacitate me in comments again.

Beth

The NFB and voter suppression

Dear readers,

While most of the NFB resolutions are about tech toys, what usual stuff, and NLS and other provisions, I think voter suppression should be discussed. The NFB got it right this time. While the NFB surely didn’t impose its will on Facebook and other websites, it must do something about voter suppression. Suppressing votes in the name of Gilead must stop. Here’s why.

When you go to vote, there’s something you have to remember. Votingn is a private and sacred part of Democracy. Georgia and Florida suppressed that right to black individuals and not surprisingly, to blind ones too. They made it cumbersome and impossible because they don’t like us, don’t want us, and want to hold on to the status quo. So what to do in this case.

Follow the legal ball. Put lawsuits in as many courts as possible. There is no structured negotiation with voter suppression. You must sue. Suing is not something you want to do openly, but suing is the only way to tell people that this is a big mistake. We also need to remove Trump appointees to the bench, somehow and someway and put ethics investigations on them. We need to dig through Amy Coney Barrett’s garbage, for example, and find essays that she wrote favoring Catholics over UU’s for example. I’d get the National Enquirer to do that. Tabloids are one good way to manipulate the public ire against people like Brent Cavanaugh. That guy got in even though someone said he made her look bad and at her expense, had fun. Cavanaugh used the disabled as his saints so he could get into the supreme Court. Ethics violation? Let’s dig through the garbage.

Next, we need to replace the Trump appointees with more UU oriented and America oriented court appointees who will write logically better essays, stop quoting papers from Notre Dame, and people who will allow black lives to matter, strike down voter suppression, and make the country livable and safe for LGBTQI+ parents and adults and kids as well. These new appointees need to undo the damage that the extremists we have now are doing. We need to make sure that any new legislation doesn’t make voter suppression and misinformation a thing. So if you’re the National Enquirer or the Esquire magazine, dig through the garbage and see whwat you can find. One man’s trash is another man’s gold mine.

Next, we need a moratorium on guardianships. The NFB fails again and again and again to look at guardianship as an essential blindness issue. IF you have a guardianship, essentially you can’t do anything, including in some places vote. You can’t even have a bank account. You can’t marry the one you love, and Britney Spears has an IUD in her body which prevents pregnancy. Britney and other disabled women in guardianship are essentially treated as dogs or pet kittens to the guardians that do things for them. Britney is like Jamie’s dog rather than his daughter. I don’t say this to insult Britney, but when you forcibly put an IUD in your daughter, you’re saying, you’re my pet, not my daughter. Jamie Lyn, Britney’s sister, needs to be clear with her dad that Britney is a person and will be treated as such.I was treated more or less like a pet dog. And rather than a daughter, I was treated more or less also like a piece of property. My parents took control of my life because they were abusive. They did not and still will not define the action they did as abusive.

The government should also be doing the good work of giving disabled nonworking people more asset. $750 is not a lot to live on and not enough. Neither is $794 or $804. We need an update to the SSI and SSDI program. Luckily, old Joe just fired a Trump holdout in the SSA. Hopefully, he will put some new rules for SSI recipients here, and I will get more, keep more, and marry legally. Since its 1978 or so inception, the SSI program has had no change like this. Marriage penalizing has been present because of ableist thoughts and social exclusion. It’s time for all that to go.

Now I am working with a massive ear infection that is clogging and clogging and clogging up my right ear with wax and wax and more wax. Okay, I’l take that, but it’s too much for me. I’m sitting up right now.

Beth

My Chromebook Adventures Part 1: What’s The Scoop?

Dear Readers,

So I got a new chromebook, and here’s what I have found. I love it. What else? I”m writing this blog post using my new Chromebook, equipped with two screen readers working in tandem. First, there’s Chromevox, which is built in, and it works relatively well with my app here. The problem is I’m using E-Speak, a robotic sounding thing that drives any decent human bonkers. Oh well, the clear voices will come next stable update. I can’t wait. Trenton says I’m nuts. But oh well, I’m not kidding.

In the post I’m writing here, I can do just about anything. Also, my upcoming posts will I promise you finish off Brave New World. I know some of you will probably go bananas if I don’t finish Brave New World. But I will because it’s important.

Also, I want to thank those of you who like my podcast introduction, and I’m going to do more with that intro sometime in the next few episodes. Maybe even forever. It depends on whether you people actually like it. I’m going to try background music too, but thinking I need more interviews. If you want to be considered for an interview on my podcast, just follow my rules on the website and write me.

What I might consider doing is something like interviewing ordinary people. No, not darn celebrities, so Kim and Donald, you’re not coming. But there’s more interviews we’re going to consider. And this season will end around Juneteenth, which if I’m not mistaken is June 15. Then I’ll take a break and come back for a fourth season.

Right now, I’m stuffed with chicken and dumplings, poor Trenton won’t eat those. Makes me mad, but oh well. Meanwhile, Trenton is just sitting there listening to white noise and such. He does this a lot lately because maybe I drive him crazy a bit too much. No, it can’t be. E-speak doesn’t exactly give me a clue as to what the hell I’m writing, so I’m gonna hang this up for now.

Beth

The Tragic Life of Linda: a Brave New World Comparison

CW Spoilers and TW cultural references to Native Americans, please read with care.

Dear readers,

Linda. Where to begin. Her life wasn’t so typical, but in Brave New World, we meet her in two different ways. She started out as a beta plus, which is a step below an alpha plus, and then, we see her as the author was meant to see her. Let’s compare how Linda’s life transformed from book to screen.

In the book, Linda was at first the typical healthy English girl, much like what Lenina was. Linda, a Beta Plus who worked in the fertilizing room, however strong she appeared to be, was left behind in transit when she and the then younger DHC, Tomakin he was called in the book, went to the Savage reservation. In the book, the Savage Reservation was a key negative connotation for Native American reservation. It was probably situated in the Tribal lands in New Mexico. Let’s just refer to the book’s version of it not as a “Savage” place, but as Malpais. That’s what John called it, and for future reference, John is Linda and Tomakin’s child. Back to Linda.

So anyway, Linda was left behind because she fell and hit her head, and some hunters from Malpais found her on the floor and brought her to the lands. Linda didn’t even know she was pregnant at the time, and all girls who are unsterilized in the Brave New World must do what is called “Malthusian Drill.” The numbers, Linda says, go by one, two, and three and so on. Not much is told of how Malthusian drill actually works, and the contraceptive precautions are still on Lenina’s mind in the book after she’s done cavorting with Henry on the golf course, at the cabaret, and then in his room of course. What we learn from Linda is astounding. She had soma before, but when she was forced to live among the Natives in the book, she found herself in a culture shock. One, she was not supposed to just have any man she wanted. People hated her, hated her son John, and it was evident throughout Linda’s future life in the land if Malpais. The Natives sang songs about Linda, not very reverent songs, and the little boys frequently shoved John away, and then, as I wrote prior to this post, the worst of it was when John wanted to do a manhood ceremony among the boys. Now he was able to understand Linda’s world too, but John had some Native American upbringing among the boys and the men of the Pueblo. They taught John about the spiritual practice of the Native American peoples of the pueblo, and he never said the word Ford but said Oh my God instead. John had a lot of respect for the eagle god Pookong, and the son of the One True God, the Jesus everybody complains about in real life. John one day said he wanted to be crucified. If this isn’t a sad person, I don’t know what is.

While John is growing up, he sees his mother, Linda, drunk on the floor or having a lot of sex with Pope, a young man she’s attracted to. Pope brings Linda lots of mescal, which is very strong stuff, but let’s compare this quick to the show. Linda doesn’t drink mescal in the show, instead it’s moonshine.

The most confusing thing about Linda is how she dies. In the show, she’s pictured dead on the marble slab. In the book, Linda’s life among the Natives is brought to a close when Bernard and Lenina rescue both her and her son John. One needs to have at least one reckoning with John and Tomakin, the DHC. Now, Linda’s life in the book and Linda’s life in the show are a bit different. Let’s look at Linda’s on screen appearance.

First of all, Linda is a much the same drunk Beta plus who can’t put up with being happy without drugs. Linda and John are busy trying to get Bernard Marx healed up from a wound he receives at the theater park. Like I said in the previous post, the Native land of Malpais is replaced in the show with a simple theme park, the Savage lands. It’s not about a tribe, but the rebels are hard to tame, according to the all uppity happy Eurocentric New London. Let’s also say that Linda and John were different, and John didn’t share his life story much in Episode 3. The big thing is that John was not greeted by Mustapha Mond, who by the way, in the show was a woman. Why?????? I’m not trying to be sexist here, but if you are going to follow the source material, shouldn’t Mustapha be male? And intimidating? I get that we need progress in the 26th century, but do we want to follow the source material or go our deviant separate way from it?

We deviate a lot when John and Linda are confronted with Madison, the pregnant bride from the theater, and she goes in and says she’s going to kill teh outsiders, Linda, and John. Madison meets her end, which is not saying much of Kiakime, the Native girl John likes in the book. Kothlu doesn’t even speak to John in the book, and Linda tries to understand the whole point of weddings, but then is interrupted by John running away from the wedding procession. The manhood ceremony being the most hurtful thing John is experiencing, he is called the “son of the she-dog.” The Natives’ references to Linda as a she-dog are poignant, but extremely hurtful given Linda’s different culture and upbringing and more importantly, her conditioning.

Linda dies in the book lying comfortably in the bed, the Soma at her side, in the Park Lane Hospital of the Dying, but we don’t see this in the show. Linda is sitting on a morgue slab, the victim of something that went wrong in the rocket, and we don’t know how Linda died … yet. However, John goes mad, and as the happy people of New London will tell you, John doesn’t know how to cope with Linda’s death. This is natural for humans, but with death conditioning, which to me is gross and unnatural, you have tots and little tykes, kids rather, going to a hospital of the dying in the locale and having to eat treats every time someone dies. When Linda died in the book, the young Delta boys in the hospital got eclairs. The boys also got chocolate cream, and this is supposed to make them cope with death? I don’t see that as anything close to natural.

In the show, there is also another plot element. The rebels tell the outsiders, Linda and John among them, that “We are a free people.” They say they’re sick and tired of being fenced in and judged for the amusement of the Indra users, the New Londoners. They’re tired of it. So what will happen next? Stay tuned, and I will write more.

Note that I do like the idea of Mustapha Mond being a woman, but why?????? Why did they have to choose a woman to play the part of a world controller? In the source material, there is quite a bit of gender misinformation, but I see where this is going. The progress to a woman ruling the world is getting stronger every day, and so should be acknowledged in the show. However, do we want to try and reenact Huxley and his source material? Let’s see when I watch next, and yes, I’ll be writing more reviews in the coming days about a future episode or two, but yeah. LEt’s see what the future holds for John, Lenina, and Bernard.

Beth

Introducing Brave New World Series Reviews: Episodes 1 and 2

CW Spoilers, details mentioned here are those involving the Peacock/Netflix show Brave New World, and compares to the original source material by Aldous Huxley. Please skip if you never read the book or seen the show, but read on if you want a serious review.

Dear readers,

I love old books, and there’s something important to note. Brave New World, the masterpiece by Aldous Huxley, has its own special category of awesomeness that I never fail to be dissatisfied by. First off, this book shows you a world utopian society with a scientific caste system, but beyond this, the show is awkwardly different from the source material. If you have read either book or seen the show episodes 1 and 2, read on. I will be hijacking my own blog to review the entire series a bit at a time. See the above CW (content warning) for details and a spoiler alert is in effect.

Here are the highlights from episodes 1 and 2, and how they compare to the book source material. Did the production company get this right?

  1. The beginning. In the book’s beginning, we meet the DHC, or the Director of Hatchery and Conditioning for Central London, which in the show is called New London. Nice job, guys. But that’s where the show is a bit different. We meet Lenina Crowne, whose name in the show is pronounced “laneena”, but I totally understand the alternate pronouncing of her name in book narrations I’ve scrolled through. In the book, Lenina is seen injecting her embryonic patients with the usual stuff, and there are students and guides there to see it all happen. However, in the show, it’s just Lenina, brunette instead of blonde (see next item) and she’s injecting embryos as per the usual thing she does. You don’t see Henry though till the middle and the first man Lenina meets in the book is Henry, but in the show, it’s our hero, Bernie or should I say, Bernard Marx. That’s a big deviation from the source materials.
  2. Lenina’s hair is blonde, and she’s pleasantly pretty in the book. In the show, as described to me through the UK descriptor, she’s brunette. Why the change? Is it that blondes aren’t pretty anymore?
  3. Savage Lands versus Savage Reservation. Oh, did I mention that savages are mentioned in both books and the show? In the book, however, Native Americans are not portrayed well, as was expected in the 1930s when Huxley wrote the source material, and John of course was a British kid dressing up in Native American attire, and we meet John when Lenina and Bernard went to the “Savage Reservations” in New Mexico in the book source material. How it deviates with the show! We meet John before Lenina boards the rocket to the Savage Lands, and the whole land is a theme park, not a fenced in reservation. John is not among Native Americans, but among people who choose to live a so called primitive existence. John also tries to go after a girl, but we don’t see this in the book until John tells his story to Bernard, and the story is a hopelessly tragic one. John wanted to marry a Native American girl, Kiakime, and the girl was actually married to Kothlu, a young Native boy. Sadly, this show iteration of John and Kia’s romance is worse. Instead of the Native born Kiakime, we get Madison, and instead of Kothlu, we get this stranger from the prop store. Madison is pregnant, and we don’t know who did this, and John is an outcast as in the original source material. See next item.
  4. The festival deviates from book to show. John’s status with the Natives (I refuse to use the word Savage here.) is so low because they called him names, chanted songs about him, the whole bit. What bothered me most was when John wanted to do a manhood ceremony with the young boys who were to become men, and they said the most hurtful words. “No, not for you, white hair, not for the son of the she-dog.” They referred to Linda, his mother, as such because of her frequent amatory encounters with their men. However, I wouldn’t go about calling women this because it’s rather hurtful, and to refer to her son as a white hair though was worse. In the show, John is told to stay away from Madison, and the guy says, in no uncertain terms, that he’d kill John if he got close to Madison. Linda, of course, objects. We meet John in the book during a drumming festival, and Lenina constantly babbles on about the drums, and she compares them to everything possible, including “a lower caste community sing.” We. haven’t gotten to the community sings, but I’ll suggest we talk about that soon.
  5. The actual festival in the show was a movie theater, and in that theater, there was a circus of course. This did not include drums, and there weren’t a bad smelling dude who guided Lenina and her compadre around. This seemed odd.
  6. The rest home. Like, am I going to tell you how deviant that whole thing in the show was? Lenina and Bernard go on a rocket to the “Savage Lands” which as I stated before is a theme park for primitive life. Now, let’s talk about the hotel. Bernard, as in the book, is an alpha plus. Taht’s the highest caste in the caste system in New London. Lenina is a beta plus, one step lower but that is to be expected if you want to stay true to the source material. They receive badges, something not mentioned in the book, but in the book they got keys. The rest house was a private thing, sort of. Now the hotel did have a balcony, and it was much more luxurious in the show. Weirder still, the bureaucrats Lenina and Bernard are treated to a bus tour of the Savage Lands. Now, let’s talk further about the meeting between Bernard and John.
  7. Bernard is unconscious when meeting John for the first time, but John meets Lenina after they’re hiding in the apartment in the Savage Lands. Let me tell you, the Savage Lands are about five centuries behind the 26th century, but this theme park is no playground. There’s a lot of violence and jealousy and a lot of what you might call the same behavior you’d see in Straight Out of Compton. It’s not the same as in the book, where there’s a highly charged electric fence, and all the Natives are fenced in and not allowed to leave. Lenina is sleeping when John meets her. But in the show, we have Bernard lying wounded, but unconscious, I’m sure he has to make it, and Lenina has her face cupped in John’s hand in the final scene of episode 2. One more detail.
  8. The Soma rations. Where to begin. The book has lots of instances of the drug known as “soma.” In the show, just about everybody has a soma dispenser, like where to we get creative with this? Soma is amazing, for the most part, in the book. It numbs your mind and it gives you that eternal “soma holiday” as is referenced many times over in Huxley’s source material. However, the dispensers are a show creation. When the people get their soma rations each day, the soma is dispensed to the lower classes in boxes, little boxes, and the boxes hold the little yellow pill in each compartment. Soma rations are given to everybody in the show, but in the show, everybody uses the trains. Where’s the flying? In the book, Henry and Bernard are flying in futuristic helicopters, aircrafts that go from settings like wasp to bumblebee and so on. However, only the lower castes, gamma on down, use the trains and the monorails are packed with them. Every day after the main day shifts are over, you see lines upon lines of these “twins” and so on, and they populate the trains thus far. There’s no helicopters mentioned throughout the show, but you do see futuristic aircrafts flying about New London. I”m impressed with the descriptions of such.

That’s about all the things I can think of for now. For more on Brave New World, watch for the next blog entry. I will also talk a little bit about it on this week’s forthcoming podcast episodes. I’ll do a couple episodes a week of a review, and moreover, this will be incomplete without it.

To find the show, you need either Peacock in the US or Netflix in the UK, but if you’re blind in the US, download from http://www.audiovault.net, and you will need to erase a desktop file in their folder because it messes up the zip archive. Thank you for reading, and enjoy the show if you can.

Beth

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

‘99% of the world has no idea’: inside the shocking legal guardianship industry | Film | The Guardian

Please watch this, I forgot to post the HRW thingy, but this is going on Netflix on Feb 19.

In dark Netflix thriller I Care a Lot, a predatory court appointed guardian wreaks havoc, a story that’s far closer to reality than one would expect
— Read on www.theguardian.com/film/2021/feb/17/99-of-the-world-has-no-idea-inside-the-shocking-legal-guardianship-industry

Letter to Government People in All Fifty States: If You Can’t Handle This, Put the Blog Down and Think

Dear Readers,

The following is something I found using the Human Rights Watch website. With the publicity of the #freebritney movement, HRW is noticing that guardianships are evil, bad, and wrong. Let me explain the evils of such, and if you are a government official reading this, let me explain how each of these parts of a guardianship is detrimental to your country’s citizenry, particularly those who are of protected classes like LGBTQ or women or persons with disabilities.

  1. Liquidation. Jamie Spears liquidated the hell out of his daughter Britney, weedling down her estate from over $300 million to just under $60 million in less than probably six months, but this is something I could have gone through. My parents would probably have sold a beginning student flute, absolutely they would have sold all my CD’s, thinking they were collector’s items or something like that. They could have liquidated my *Nsync bobbleheads and sold them all for a price. At auction, who knew what all those collector’s items would have gone for? And then, there go my parents, saying they are rich and can throw me away if they chose. But instead, since there was no trust and estate to weedle down to nothing, since there were no valuables to barter, no house to plunder, they just left the guardianship discharged as of December 2020. I never knew what was in their heads, but I thought I’d never see this day. We need to make all group homes liable in the cases of estate trafficking of disabled citizens of any country in the world. For example, you have a mentally ill or impaired boy who is twelve years old, labeled aggressive in school and all sorts of stuff pops up in his classes, and the kids bully and make fun of him. He can’t communicate the same way as other people, only speaks to you in metaphors, doesn’t give you a good firm grasp of reality from a glance, but you know he’s in touch with reality, and reality hits harder than anything. At eighteen, he’s guardianized by his caring mother in order to protect him from the abusive casework of the state, then let’s say the mother and younger brother both die one at a time because of life circumstances. This young man will be left to the care of a professional guardian who will weedle away his Special Needs trust, take the money and run, throwing him in a group home in the process. This situation is far too common as described to me by one activist I spoke with. What guardians often do is steal a child’s belongings or take the adult’s house and other things.
  2. Isolation. “You’re not allowed to talk to so and so.” “No phone for a week.” Those phrases I can’t help but wonder if others like myself are hearing all too often in their guardianship hells. Remember Katy, the young Orlando woman I wrote about here in this blog? Well, her phone did indeed get snooped on and snatched away for talking to a guy she liked. She was forcibly broken up with her boyfriend, a group home resident from Miami who truly wants a life away from the system. Katy was told no by her guardians, and this is how it happens. Isolation of the ward is a very big evil and favorite tactic of guardians seeking to please the judge and attorneys, besides the estate trafficking of course. Britney Spears had been so isolated from her boys, I wonder how she feels about seeing them now. She was stripped of custody of her two boys, and now she can’t even see them because of a guardian or conservator saying no, you won’t. This is not acceptable treatment for a ward of any state, a person with a disability, a human being whatsoever. I was told repeatedly that if I called Orien Henry, a friend from school, my phone would be taken away. This is called unacceptable treatment in a restrictive environment. The young man in the vignette above does not have to worry about this, but it could be a ticking time bomb if a professional such as Bessimore Trust was put in charge of the young man’s trust, care, and personal freedom. Parent as adversary is most common, and the favorite way to stoop the ward subject low in life is to isolate them. I was so isolated that by the time I got to Colorado Center for the Blind, I had to relearn blindness skills and how to talk to others, and ultimately was alienated from certain peer groups and in trying to get away from the immature group of folks, I had to get counseling. There were people at CCB who acted like it was high school, and I didn’t want to see that kind of thing, all that because I was in Titusville, seeing this same abhorrent behavior. I was also subjected to name calling, Islamophobia, and all kinds of abuse from my peer group because I chose to date a Somali boy. Well, I was also seeing a lot of antiimmigrant sentiments from most of the white folks in CCB and their ITP program, and I couldn’t really pin a label on it yet. Being isolated reminded me that the world was waiting for me to step out, but because I was isolated, bullying was what my peers chose to do. The NFB is a clearly Islamophobic organization and I didn’t even know it, but for me in isolation, it was either NFB or stay in isolation. I got through CCB and graduated, but then I was trying to make friends among Mosque attendees in Denver. The problem I saw was that any man interested in marrying me was a stranger, and I could have been further isolated. I left Islam not because of my ex, but because of the mentality of the brothers in most of the Islamic centers anywhere in the world, that women should be isolated from the men who were unrelated, making it impossible for me to get to know a potential husband in the community, and I wasn’t about to get barefoot and pregnant with just anyone, no matter what deity allowed me to love him. He had to be someone I could trust, someone with a disability so superiority was wiped out, and someone with talents and interests similar to my own. In Islamic circles, music is supposedly the call of the devil, but I wasn’t about to let a religious extremism insult my musical career. This was essentially the nail in the coffin for myself and my ex, and furthermore me and Islam. Allah didn’t like music, so I couldn’t be in a religious group that didn’t appreciate my music, and since Arabic was not a language I spoke, forget it. Isolation had a greater impact on who I chose to marry in the end. I met my husband online, and we met, but the relationship should have gotten slower and it felt like a whirlwind tour of Africa the way it was going before. But the thing was, we had to go to a marriage counselor, and because of the way I was called nasty sexual names that would not look nice in print, something about a dog in heat, I had to cut off someone who we both thought was friendly to us and our relationship. My husband insisted that his “sister” go to our wedding, but the pandemic changed that and her actions toward me changed everything between all of us. We no longer speak to her, and we can’t given her actions. She chose to abuse rather than uphold me. This happens oftentimes to women who are isolated, and isolation any further in Florida could have cost me my life.
  3. Overmedication. Another favorite evil tactic guardians use is overmedication. Guardians love it when a charge is sedated. They can also be dangerously close to allowing a perverted caregiver to seriously have sex with their charge if the charge is overmedicated. Most of the time, however, overmedicating someone leads to them obeying orders and looking on helplessly as their friends are taken away, their phones stolen, and other property pilfered. A guardian will overmedicate the ward so that they can’t participate in everyday activities like a relationship or group of friends, and then they will lie about the person’s condition in court. This is health trafficking as described to me by activists LuAnne Fleming and Rick Black. I want to thank these folks for opening my eyes big. Overmedication happened to me, and almost could have been worse. I had to take fistfuls of meds according to the Brevard County School system, and they wanted me to be sedate and pliant, but the antidepressants and mood stabilizers I was put on cost me many pounds of weight, a doctor saying I had to drink insure, which is a meal replacer, and worse, I had to be carried out of a room because my parents wanted to steal things from me. I was about done and tired of it. They had guardianship when I was seventeen because of false claims of sexual abuse, and they claimed Rico will have sex with me as described in prior blog postings. Rico never did this, so I am going to label that as a lie. The overmedicated me at sixteen was zoning out in chorus class, clinging to life as it should be, but then I didn’t care what happened. My parents were emotionally abusive and did not understand that their parenting was literally making me sick. The medication didn’t help. Worse, John E. McCarthy, the former psychiatrist who prescribed the medication, was later demoted and deprived of his medical license anyway because according to a headline in the Florida Today or some other paper, McCarthy was having sex with patients and was not taking care of alcoholism. The man didn’t do much good, and when I went to another psychiatrist, it was an older gentleman who later died. I was taking a lot of mood stabilizing drugs like Tryleptol, and I’m still taking an antipsychotic called Abilify. It’s not a drowsy med, but why I am taking it, there’s no real understanding here on the part of this patient writing it all down. When I was on the tryleptol, I also came down with a bladder infection while under the care of an Irish guy called Kensla, and Dr. Kensla found trace of white blood cells in my urine sample, so had to put me on yet another med, septra. Unfortunately, because I was on tryleptol, the septra didn’t play so nicely with the other medications in my bloodstream, and I had a very terrible seizure that brought an end to a graduation party from college. I was about to hold the party, it was all set up, when bells rang in my brain, and suddenly, I fell unconscious, and a buddy of mine called Josh called 911 on his cell. He was caring enough to recognize that I had a seizure and needed to go to the hospital. Five minutes later, I was on an ambulance at Parrish Medical Centre, a hospital in my hometown, and was being hovered over by nurses, doctors, and EMT’s. It was a scary situation, but the highlight of that was that I was also executed sort of. Want to know what happens when your potassium levels go to shits? The seizure was the effect of being executed while on death row, and yet my living room at that time was almost a death chamber. Thank God I am alive, but hearing the ER notes scared me half to death. My parents had to change the bladder infection meds, and gave me a salt booster and made me eat lots of junk food. Okay, that was fine, but why the medications in the first place? I was frail feeling, and I wished I wasn’t living with my family at that time. My dad did however leave me with a wise adage, “When you’re young, pile on the sodium but when you’re old, reduce it.”
  4. Visitation and cremation upon death. Visitations were indeed monitored by my guardians, and they limited times I could talk to people on the phone and used the phone as punishable bait, and like the vignettes above, it was hard. I didn’t get to visit favored relatives, so I can say none of them understand what they were faced with and if I died under guardianship, I might have been a collector’s item, my ashes sold at auction to a professional and left in her office. Oh, a note about the pronoun “her”. Most professional guardians who have killed their clients, the ones in the paper at least, were older women. I’m using the female pronouns for those people like Rebecca Farrel and Tracy Hudson. Tracy stole money from elders she was caring for, bought Tampa Bay Buccaneer football tickets and ordered DNR for some of her clients. Rebecca had some of her weakest clientele in her office as nothing but ashes. What would have happened to me? I might have been kept in an urn, just a bad tank full of ashes, ashes to ashes. My ashes wil have been scattered about, and my parents would not have cared one way or another and the professional guardian would have said, “Oh well, I did a DNR on your daughter because she was sick.” I call bullshit. Sickness doesn’t just happen, and the medications I was on might have made me experience tartiv disconesia which is a tremor in the nervous system that causes your arms and legs to shake a bit, or you could have involuntary movements of the tongue and such. These are the evils of guardianship, and if you are willing and able, and you’re a government official, there is more you can do for citizens in your countries.
  1. Illegalize all other forms of guardianship except for a child’s natural guardianship.
  2. Illegalize the trafficking of estates and possessions by people other than the owners of such assets as houses and cars. If anyone wants to go into the caregiving profession, demand criminal background checks for all involved.
  3. End the representative payee program for SSI recipients. It’s radical, but must be done. Clients from school age should be learning monetary skills anyway, but if they have intellectual disability, the program should be reformed so that others don’t have full control of their finances. Example, if Britney spears had SSI, her father would not be able to be her payee, not under my plan, and Britney would have full control of money and things, on top of which, if she had any reason to give out money, it would have to be for food and shelter purposes. Examples of this might include a caregiver going to her local grocery store on Britney’s behalf and bringing home food. I trust my caregiver to do this, but she is not I repeat not my payee. I don’t want a representative payee because they could easily spend that money, either mine or my partner’s, on drugs, cigarettes, luxury goods, whatever, against the partner’s wishes. If the child recipient needs a guardian to help with finances, that would work. My caregiver’s daughter is naturally her charge, and the caregiver is her mother, therefore her guardian by nature. In this way, the monetary stuff can be shared, and she may then use the SSI check to do the things she needs, but those needs must benefit the child. That is fine by me, but adults? Forget that.
  4. Create a world in your country where acceptance of all peoples with disabilities is mandatory. Include integrating disabled kids into regular school systems, protect disabled citizens from discrimination and don’t let females collect dust on the shelf labeled “to abuse.” Females are not to be guardianized on the basis of sex, right, Prince MBS? Women may not seem like your ideal personage, right, Yemen and Jordan? But think about this. Women in islam should be equal to men, and their roles in family life should be elevated, and moreover, we need to combat inequality for disabled women by allowing them to choose who they want to live with, marry, or be intimate with. I’m also talking to you, Dubai. Let your princess do what she wants, because of this whole British thing. The princess has a right to leave, so let … her … go. I’m sure the UN commissioner on human rights would have a field day if you killed her. So just do the right thing and let her go.
  5. Illegalize all forms of pseudoscience, and demand higher standards than ever in your medical schools. Doctors should learn what calmative drugs can be used for, how chemical restraint could lead to death, and other things. All medical doctors should be forced to agree with and comply with a serious form of the Hypocratic oath which should be amended to say that all patients with disabilities have rights, and should be treated with extra care should they request it. Chemical restraint is not the best interest of the patients, rather it is the best interest of the Devil, Death, and Evil guardianship Law. No doctor should be allowed to overdose a patient on medications like mood stabilizers where the patient is unable to express themselves. Antidepressants should be taken sparingly. Doctors should get inside their patients’ shoes as much as possible, even if they themselves are stil in med school. I’m calling on medical schools to teach psychiatrists better ways of handling desires from guardians to restrain their patients, and attorneys should not be a part of the medical equation at all.
  6. Take the attorney out of the equation of medical practices. Judges and lawyers with salacious histories should not be allowed to make any judgments on guardianships. No judge should ever be a judge or attorney unless they learn that playing dirty games is not something to do on behalf of someone or their estate. Attorneys should never file motions to declare someone incompetent for blindness, and all law students in a school like the Florida State law School should be required by law in all areas to learn about disability law, practice with disability lawyers, and should be required to either uphold a code of ethics upon graduation or lose their jobs, and be investigated by ethics committees. Colorado has a salacious history of judges and lawyers being bratty and saying and doing sexist things, so we need to further amplify the need for more ethical individuals in law professions.

Thank you for reading this and I hope that in doing the reading, you are listening to your inner selves, creating a vision of a world free of guardianship abuse and conservators who pilfer assets and other things from people because they have a disability.

Beth