99 bottles of beer on the wall? For my 99 followers

Dear readers,

I’d like to thank the 99 people who are following my blog. Since I disabled comments, my follower count has grown to almost 100. I need the best marketing tool to get more, but seriously, I think it’s important that people who follow me know how much it means to me.

For one, I am proud to say I blacked out a few comments, among them the ones supporting a sexual predator and harasser, someone who is still up to his old tricks, and so on. Then he gets paranoid and tells a friend, you believe everything that bitch writes in her blog? Well, I’m not yo bitch, so stop it. Okay? I know the strong language is too much for some to handle, but yeah.

For you followers, I’ve written a beautifully concise entry about the spiritual practices centers and how to make them inclusive for people with a disability, specifically blindness and those who use dogs for services like guiding and seizure alerts and such. For you dog enthusiasts, I so wish I had more to say on the dog subject, but I don’t, but do enjoy my reviews of different pop culture thingies. I’ve reviewwed the Brave New World show. I have more to go in the show, but trust me, you’ll want to see it because if you read the book, if you’re in the fandom of such a book, if you want progress in our world, read and take the show with a grain of salt, the book should be broken down like hel. I want to break down the show and compare to the book, of course. My bad news bits be damned, this blog is going to continue.

Now how do I know the predator is up to his old tricks? I got a msg from someone who used to date this guy. “Oh, so and so says I believe everything in your blog.” Something to that effect. I just said to hell with that guy because of his sexism, racism, and so on. He claims he’s not, but doesn’t every supremacist do so? I’ve got more proof than a pile of tomatoes that my parents were and are racist. Here’s why:

Start with the gaslighting. They told Orien’s mom and dad that I was crazy, directed the worst at me, and made fun of my crush on Orien and made it impossible for us to see each other. Now Orien is a flight attendant who’s had to hang up his wings, but still, I hope he can do other things too. However, he is a cancer survivor. The gaslighting continues with Orien’s mom following a guideline from my own mom and threatening me when I begged Orie to pick up the damn phone, and it felt like I was being driven out of my own kingdom, queendom maybe. My parents continued the gaslighting activities with a Haitian gentleman named Michael Bonhomme, and he was told probably by my mom not to see me when I got to Colorado. Michael’s heart didn’t need to be broken, but it got worse with Deq Ahmed, my ex who broke the records first. Deq was Somali, and as consequence, Muslim. My parents and Deq and I had a phone call, but it all ended with my parents grilling Deq with job questions, designed to put barriers in front of us. The clan family didn’t approve of Deq marrying me because of my parents and their guardianship, and I even told my parents, get rid of this or Deq won’t marry me. They didn’t, and as a consequence, I lost the man I wanted to a refugee woman who was prearranged to marry him. Oh well.

Because of Orien, Michael, and Deq’s stories, Trenton’s story could have ended the same way. We got a commitment ceremony, and Trenton had the same treatment from Dad at the beginning. My dad called and started spouting bedroom related tips and business to Trenton, things like don’t get her pregnant. Well, I’d rather be pregnant with Trenton than a guy who is up to his old tricks trying to shut me down on WordPress and harassing my friends and telling others that if they talk to me, they will die. I’ve heard my share of stories, and they’re all true.

I’d like to thank the 99 followers on this blog for following my content and liking it as well. For one, I’m very happy that the comments are disabled because trolls be damned, I don’t need negative press. Second, let’s fight white supremacy together. What can you do as a parent, for example, or as an educator, to fight this? All 99 of you have different interests, but we have a responsibility to fight white supremacy. Period.

As a parent, learn about systemic racism, teach this to your children, and learn to combat it together.

As a teacher, never use history books with whitewashed symbols and topics. Get a black history friendly curriculum for your children and teach that instead.

Remember, folks, my blog ain’t just about white supremacy. It’s something about disability visibility and women’s issues and … should I say cultural fun and entertainment? Look for more Brave New World stuff coming up. You will not be disappointed.

Beth