Tag: Dale Jackson


La-la-la-language

1
October

If you’ve ever argued with me, you’ll know that I may point out grammatical errors and word usage problems. This mainly occurs against conservatives who misuse the word Socialist. They think I’m being some hot-headed liberal. This is not the case.

Though sometimes even I make typos (which I still believe should be banned), I believe in having people carefully monitor their word usage when typing on the internet. Text is forever. This is not because of my political or social opinions.

I am the daughter of two people who would make sure I used proper grammar. They drilled it into me how to say things properly. They would challenge me if they thought I said the wrong thing. Sometimes, they taught me. Sometimes, I taught them. It strengthened my skills with the language.

When I was in elementary school, my mom would watch my friend Kristin after school. Kristin sometimes would misuse words. I would correct her. I would correct her until she threatened to kill me. She never killed me, and I never stopped correcting her. My friends from school all knew that I was a stickler for proper language usage. They also understood I came by this honestly.

I cut some people slack. If you’re not a native speaker, I’m not going to be a grammar nazi on you. If you’ve got a learning disability, I won’t give you an issue. However, if you are purporting yourself to be super smart or an expert on an issue, then by golly, you better sound like you work for a thinktank that only hires people who are members of MENSA.

I know I come off as a ditz to some. I do say stupid stuff. I also know that my word usage may sound childish, but it isn’t that I don’t know “big” words. I was taught, by very wise English teachers, that it doesn’t do anyone any good if you use vocabulary and language styles that no one understands. You can know the biggest words in the dictionary, but if no one understands you, then you’re not an effective communicator. Except when I’m in the depths of a Schizo-attack or I’m Manic, you’ll likely understand me. When I’m in those states, I’m not myself. (Of course, according to the lackeys of that great Dale Jackson and the radio talk show host himself, people with Schizo-spectrum disorders can be called “pieces of garbage” or worse, but I digress.)

A funny little sidenote is that those who typically misuse the language in arguments with me tend to be the very same people who are proponents of making English the official language of the country. These are people who believe if you live in the US, then you should be able to speak English. Clearly if they can’t, then it isn’t as easy as they believe it to be.

Oh, two things on Facebook: 1 Million Strong Against our SOCIALIST Fire Departments (it’s not a group for those who lack a sense of humor) and, of course, the cause that I think all should join – Support Autoimmune Research (if you know anyone who has autoimmune disorders, like me, then this should matter to you; besides, fighting autoimmune disorders means you don’t like idea of people suffering from chronic illnesses)

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Objects in Mirror…

28
September

I am worried about you voting because you seem lazy, stupid & incapable of simple reasoning. Your disability is none of my concern

That is the latest tweet from Dale Jackson, aka el radio dude, to me. This was after a few days ago, I wrote a tweet to him letting him know that Farron Barksdale was not a piece of garbage, as he so delicately referred to him on his blog. We argued back and forth (he claims it was a debate, but debates don’t include personal attacks) and he eventually said that the disabled should not be allowed to vote. This statement was later amended to be that I was the only one who shouldn’t be allowed to vote. I wanted to know why, and the above is his response.

So, I seem lazy? I guess to someone who doesn’t know me and doesn’t care to know me, I can seem lazy. I mean, I spend a lot of time on the internet, but, wait a sec, so does he. Generally, I’m on the internet while sitting in a chair trying to control pain. Or, when I’m in school, I’ll be on the internet between classes…sometimes, during classes. Of course, people think I’m lazy because I don’t work. I don’t work because I can’t and keep disability. The common misconception about me is that I’m on disability to get money…and though a little over $400 is such a draw, I’m actually on disability for the insurance. I am unable to qualify for private health insurance because of all of my health problems. (I learned this the hard way when my dad lost his job because of my health care costs costing his employer too much in insurance premiums.) I don’t really blame private insurers for not wanting to insure me. I’m not exactly a money maker for them.

People on the internet tend to believe I’m stupid, though I haven’t figured out why. I get that I may come off as naive or ditzy, but stupid? I’ve never been stupid in my life. I can tell people all I want that my IQ is high, but no one seems to believe it.

As for me being incapable of simple reasoning, I’m trying to figure out where that allegation comes from. Maybe when I believed we should treat all people (including illegal immigrants) with decency and respect? Maybe when I said he should respect the families of Tad and Leigh Anna after the terrible accident? Maybe when I defended Farron Barksdale because of his volatile mental health history? Maybe when I pointed out that Mr. Jackson was not capable of figuring out the difference between competence and “craziness”? Or maybe it’s something else entirely. Basically, anytime I’ve disagreed with him, I guess I’ve proven myself to be incapable of simple reasoning because he’s the best judge of who has reasoning skills.

Of course, technically, I believe he would fall under all of these qualifications as well. I guess being the incompetent lazy idiot that I am, I can’t judge him. Of course, I think a better estimate of him is as an intolerant, ruthless looby. But, again, what does this stupid girl know? ;)

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Apparently…

1
May

Apparently, I was asking for a pity party when I told el radio dude (he should enjoy that since he so loves anyone Hispanic) the 13 problems that currently and possibly will always plague my life. I didn’t tell him for sympathy. I didn’t tell him for anything other than the opportunity to answer a stupid question. He asked what was wrong with me. I told him. If he felt pity or anything of the sort, that’s his problem. I don’t feel sorry for me. I don’t feel like a victim or anything. Ooh, I have 13 problems…I’m sure there are people who have it worse. Some of them may only have one problem, and I would rather that they receive the attention for having massive issues than me. I would rather sympathy go to people who deserve it. I’m just a girl whose parents decided to have a child and decided to keep that child even when my mom’s body was trying to miscarry. That was a sign that there were going to be issues. I don’t blame my parents for my problems. I don’t blame God. I don’t blame the devil. I don’t blame anyone. It happened. I drew a short straw. I’m not sad about it. I would love to be one of those people who could go through a day without pain or depression or any of that, but if I did, then I would be miserable. I truly believe I would be miserable if I had it easy. That would take the intrigue out of my life. That would be boring.

My mom and I kind of talked about this today. This involves some LDS beliefs, so it may sound strange. Basically, we believe in pre-existence. Before we came to earth, we existed with God (I know, I’m a bad Mormon for not saying Heavenly Father, but I will rant on that topic another day). Well, my mom and I have always joked that before she came to earth, God asked her what she wanted to do with her life. She told him everything. That’s why she was given so many obstacles. Well, I apparently told him that I wanted challenges. I wanted life to be interesting. I wanted to learn what it was like to be a human…not one of those people who is “blessed” with an easy life. I wanted to get down and dirty with issues and problems. I wanted to experience what it was like to be in pain or depressed. I wanted to feel emotions and all that. I didn’t want to be denied the opportunity to leave this life without having an idea of what other people go through. (Of course, I was also blessed with the whole stubbornness of not wanting to have a blessing to rid myself of any problems, which some of my YSA friends don’t understand.)

I know I talk about having problems a lot on here, and I probably come across as the most miserable lout on the face of the earth, but I’m not. I’m 100% at peace with my life. I’m not necessarily perky and happy. I’m more cynically content. I rant on here about being in pain or upset because I have to have some place to do it. I try not to complain to anyone offline, mainly because it’s hard for anyone to understand. Most people try to relate, and with some of the stuff, it’s just impossible.

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So Simple, Yet So Complex

30
April

It’s weird. Two weeks ago, I wouldn’t have thought that I would be writing this. Two weeks ago, Tad was still alive, and illegal immigration was just a theoretical issue to some of the people around here. (They claim it’s epidemic, but if you watch our local news, the only reports of illegal immigrant related “crimes” are related to the accident lately. Before that, it was mainly illegal on illegal stuff.)

When Tad died, I decided to start looking up what people were saying on blogs and stuff. I knew that there had to be people around here who knew him or something who were saying stuff. Apparently, there were a lot of people saying stuff, but very few actually had a clue about Tad or Leigh Anna. Very few even cared.

At first, they were somewhat sympathetic to the families. Then, when a story broke about how Leigh Anna’s mom had solicited the help of the man who ended up driving the other car that ran into Tad’s Supra, everyone decided to jump on Leigh Anna’s mom for causing the accident. I thought this was selfish and cruel of them to claim, but they did not listen.

Meanwhile, they were posting about other local political news. I, being the always political girl, decided to get involved in these issues and respond. I felt it was only fair if they were putting their opinions out there, I should have a right to put mine out there. One issue was about state funding for affordable housing. I think that sounds good. People deserve to have a decent place to live.

Well, suddenly, they were telling me that I didn’t know what it was like to own a house. Um, I do. Then, a trailer doesn’t count as a house. Well, that’s nice, I live in a house with a nice firm foundation. Now, I see this stunner:

Don’t sit in judgement of what we do for society since it is a damn sight more than what you do. If you’re getting SSA disability then we’re funding your disability payments.

I have to ask, because the situation you describe makes absolutely no sense – if you have no job then how in the world did you buy your own house at the ripe old age of 21? How do you keep paying for it? Do your parents live with you or do you live with them?

Followed by:

Actually, when you say she gives “nothing in return” you show why this system sucks. She is not the least bit appreciative of us funding her existance. She doesn’t even give us the courtesy of a heart felt “thank you.” If she had to rely on charitable giving instead of government confiscated and distributed money she probably wouldn’t have such a sour, spiteful disposition towards those who put food on her table.

Ooh, he sounds like he’s pissed off because he thinks I’m cheating him out of his money. Yeah, I bet when he learned at a very young age that he has a chronic debilitating illness, he was dead set on working the rest of his life. Oh wait, I was the one diagnosed and I was planning on working until the age of retirement. That was when I was just “crazy” and had arthritis. Then came Fibromyalgia, followed by over a half a dozen other physical ailments, two possible autoimmune disorders, and finding out that I have scoliosis and will possibly be in pain every day for the rest of my life because the school system couldn’t get a nurse to check me as a child…yeah, when you count up the number of conditions I have been diagnosed with that qualify for disability, it’s around 12 or 13. If there was a bad gene in my family for something, it got passed to me. Forgive me if I’m not in a hurry to get up and go to work every day, especially when I struggle to get out of bed some mornings because of all the crap that’s wrong with me.

People assume that if you’re on any kind of government assistance that you don’t need help. Well, people are wrong. Most people don’t want a handout from the government. It’s a very painful process. You feel so degraded by the end of it, and then your status is left up to people who have never even met you. It’s not something that I enjoyed going through, but it is something I had to do.

And as a member of this society, he is expected to pay Social Security taxes. He may hate that he gets to help me be all enabled or whatever he’ll want to call it, but it’s his responsibility. Besides, I don’t see him or his friends being big humanitarians, so I doubt they would actually donate anything if they weren’t forced to by the government.

Not really sure that these people have hearts.

(Oh, and you all should know that the English major in me really wanted to point out the idiocy that is someone who cannot spell judgmental and existence, yet drones on about issues like some great intellectual.)

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