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An Open Letter to Ann Romney


Stop it.
Stop it right now.

Stop using your illnesses as a campaign issue if you’re never once going to talk about the need to further awareness or the need to raise money for research or for anything other than furthering your own selfish agenda — all the while denying you are doing anything of the sort.

It’s disgusting.
So, stop it.

Because what you’re using it to snag is the White House. And the White House is the residence of the most prominent public servant in the United States. But public service is most assuredly not what you are advocating with the Ann Romney Pity Party Road Show.

The ME ME ME interview-train you are steering into seemingly any and every station with a broadcast signal or rag with publication privileges has steered very clear of any meaningful discussion of what real illness really does to real people.

But then it kind of has to, doesn’t it, Ann.

Because you wouldn’t know about any of that.

Because your situation is not representative of what real illness really does to real people.

Trust me, I know.
Because I am a real person really affected by real illness and I’m tired of your act.

I am Multiple Sclerosis – each and every day since my diagnosis on May 15, 2009.

I am also married with a mortgage, a full-time (and then some) corporate manager, and I am in the game.
And I — like the mostly 400,000 other Americans living, dealing and coping with the real realities of Multiple Sclerosis — do it all every day without spinning my sad tale of woe to manipulate situations for my own personal gains.

Because that’s disgusting.
So, stop it.

“I want people to believe in their hearts that we know what it is like to struggle,” you said this past Sunday on NBC’s ‘Meet The Press’. ” … our struggles have not been financial, but they’ve been with health and with difficulties in different things in life.”

Ann?
If you can lament MS as your ‘cruel teacher’ yet have absolutely no comprehension of financial hardship that often goes hand-in-hand with long-term and/or incurable illness, then I once more must advise you to stop it. Stop it right now.

No one begrudges you — or your husband — your success.
That is not what this is about.

The dream, the promise and the hopeful realization of financial success is part of the very foundation of our country.
Congrats on making it.

What this is about is that you put yourself front-and-center and go on and on (and on and on) about your struggles with MS and how you “don’t know how much is it going to chew me up and spit me out?” … and you, like the rest of us wonder “How sick am I going to get? … Am I going to be in a wheelchair?” … and you, like the rest of us, know “It’s a very, very frightening place to be.” … yet you never once ever (ever!) talk about why all of that is why we need to bring the issue to the forefront, to make health care a true and meaningful part of a national discussion, to raise awareness, to raise money for research, to find a cure (because we could) — for it and all of the many other diseases out there for which there is no cure, little money, even less discussion and scant hope … and so on and so forth.

What this is about is that you, Ann, are in the perfect position to do just that.
But you never talk about the bigger picture.
You never speak of or to the greater good.
Ever.

Shame on you!


It’s just the never ending Ann Romney Pity Party Road Show.
A true story about Ann Romney.
Starring Ann Romney.
Talking only about Ann Romney.

So, do not attempt to class yourself with me or other folks like me when it comes to Multiple Sclerosis.
Ever.

Because ‘The Hug’, the skin flips, eye jumbles, pulls, seizures, spasticity, word fishing, fog, falling, paralyzing fatigue, constant pain, more than occasional Krueger Claw and all of the other ruthless physical and emotional realities of daily life with MS are but a part of the conversation that speaks to that bigger picture you don’t talk about.

That bigger picture that, for the rest of us includes things like:
The worry over what to do about work when you can’t walk or think.
::: You don’t work, so this is not something that weighs heavily on your mind. Why talk about it, right? That’s not your MS. :::

The fear your colleagues will find out and feel you’re suddenly ‘less than’ capable.
::: Your colleagues on the campaign eagerly have you play the victim card, so this is not fundamentally significant to you. Why talk about it, right? That’s not your MS. :::

The financial stranglehold imposed by uncovered insurance costs.
::: We all know that ‘financial struggles’ are not intrinsic to your way of life. Why talk about it, right? That’s not your MS. :::

And so much more I don’t need to get into here because why talk about it, right, Ann? That’s not your MS.

But it is mine.

My MS means nearly $4,000 every month for just 4 Avonex injections (that’s just a one-month supply, Ann).

My MS means as much as $5,000 twice a year for brain or cervical spine MRIs to monitor my progression.

My MS means feeling helpless and very, very (very) scared when people I know and care about die from MS.

People like Dan Aronie …

People like my high school classmate Clay …

Oh but that’s just my MS, Ann.

Not yours.

And I know you don’t concern yourself with those things not Ann Romney.
::: Choo Choo!! And the Ann Romney Pity Party Road Show MUST go on! :::

Ann, I don’t doubt that you do you understand a small smidge of the physical plight the rest of us MS patients endure, but you cannot even begin to understand what it is like to live with (and in spite of) the rest.

So do not try to ‘relate’ to me, girlfriend. ‘kay?

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I am a working professional living with (and paying for) MS … and I approved this message.
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::: and I don’t really care what you think about it, Ann :::

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September 18, 2012 at 6:23 pm 8 comments

Adventures in Piss-Poor Parenting


Old and busted: Grounding your kid for punishment
New hotness: Making your kid murder something for punishment

Well, at least for one mentally-challenged mother in Georgia, it is.

Move over Jo-Jo ‘Tat Mom’ Marsh – there’s a new Queen of the Decidedly Dumbass!

Meet Lynn ‘Do my Crazy, Vacant, Googly Eyes Make Me Look Like A Batshit Crazy Crackah’ Middlebrooks Geter —–>

Lynn’s response to her son’s shitty report card wasn’t sending him to bed with no dinner, taking away his PlayStation or locking up the Webkinz.

Hell to the no!
Lynn’s not down with that tried-and-true shit!
She believes a lesson isn’t truly learned unless a sin’s been duly earned!

And so, for the grievous infraction of failing subtraction [or whatever the hell he came up short on] — Lynn thought the best way to impress upon her son the importance of academic excellence was to hand over a hammer and have him act as hitman on his own hamster.
::: Appropriate Response ULTRAFAIL :::

The day after his mom forced him to kill his beloved pet, Lynn’s  12-year-old soon-to-be-plagued-with-horrific-flashbacks son told his teacher … who reported it to DFCS authorities … who contacted police … who arrested Mommy Muttonhead and charged her with one count each of animal cruelty, child cruelty and battery.
::: Appropriate Response SUCCESS :::

If this is how she supervises schoolwork, can you just imagine how that trick handled potty training!?

Yikes.
* mad props to saratoday for the heads-up on this heinous ho *

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January 26, 2010 at 11:53 am 3 comments

There is a special place, indeed …


And – if convicted – I hope that these sick chicks get there ASAP and that their blood boils continuously, their flesh burns eternally and they are forced into forever fuckey times with the business end of Satan’s pitchfork!

That might be fitting punishment … I’m not sure.

The SB’s involved are teacher’s aides Kristina Marie Kallies and Julie Ann Parish (that’s Parish right there … Kallies is somewhere in Texas, maybe).

As part of their jobs, they are charged with helping to educate and care for the precious cargo under their control.

As part of some truly heinous allegations that have surfaced, they are now also charged with felony assault and a misdemeanor slap of endangering the welfare of at least one of the precious packages they were supposed to protect.

And just what did they do?

Well, according to court docs, these bitches fucking WATER-BOARDED a 13-year-old autistic child who cannot speak, forced him to sit in soiled pants for hours and made him eat his own vomit when he got sick.
::: Beelzebitches! :::

Garrett Schilling’s mother Tifonie said she learned of the alleged abuse in April 2008, when another staff member sent her an e-mail warning her about the asshatted teacher’s aides.

She wrote: “He was having water-boarding-like torture done to him on a frequent basis. They were holding his head under the water.”
::: If he’s my son, this is where I’d have to be forcibly restrained from gettin’ 20 kinds of mutilationay medieval on someone’s ass :::

Maria Bubb, a substitute teacher in Garrett’s classroom in October and November of 2008, said in court documents that the staff was “mean and degrading” to Garrett, and that Kallies would “point her finger in his face and scream at him.”

Other teachers testified that they saw Garrett’s head held under running water and witnessed him being forced to sit in his feces for hours.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough?! – the parents of at least five other children at the school say their kids were abused as well.

— Molly Gillis says her daughter came home from the school ‘on numerous occasions with bite marks, bruises, burnt fingertips and missing hair.’
— The Saali family say their daughter was ‘hit with pens’ leaving her with ‘welts on her neck’. The family also allege their daughter was hit on the head with a pan.
— And the Pepos family says they are ninety-kinds of certain their son spent time locked in a closet.

The Cascade County Attorney’s Office said the investigation remains ongoing and more charges could follow.

Whatever happens, the monstrous Montana menaces better consider themselves fuckin’ lucky as hell that it wasn’t MY kid they tortured, ‘cuz we’d have nipped that shit in the bud from the get-go with a pair of pinking shears, some rubbing alcohol and a whole lotta dry towel swallowage!
::: just sayin’ :::

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October 28, 2009 at 10:06 am 1 comment

Twenty-three


lohanohgod1
no – that’s all.
IJS

October 8, 2009 at 10:20 am 2 comments

Sticky Situation


sickfuck<—— James Davis is a problem.

See, James’ preferred method of exorcising the demons that so clearly haunt his twisted mind is to channel his inner asshole in Olympic-style fashion.

Philly’s finest arrested the sadistic shithead for wrapping a cat head to tail in duct-tape then tossing her in the yard.

No allegedly there, folks.
Ultradouche admitted the abominable act and further fessed up that he left the cat in his yard for a couple of hours, but then — because the half-mummified creature had the poorstickysass to keep screaming — he tossed the Tabby into a neighbor’s yard, where at least 12 hours passed before she was noticed.

FUCKERY!

The cat, aptly nicknamed Sticky by SPCA workers, was moderately dehydrated when she was found, but is making a great recovery after being sedated so the tape could be pulled off.

If convicted, Davis faces up to two years in prison and a fine of at least $1,000.

Let’s hope he gets all that, a big ol’ bag of happy pills AND the thorough psych evaluation he so clearly and desperately needs!

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September 29, 2009 at 10:32 am 6 comments

9/11 Memorabilia FAIL


911fail
Ummm, no.

You don’t get points for taking one of the worst tragedies in human history and turn it in to a plushy toy.

Kitsch does not commemorative make.

‘Nuff said.

September 11, 2009 at 10:08 am 3 comments

Tuesday Twofer


That’s right folks!!
It’s Double-The-Trouble Day here at LIAC as we bring you the Dumb Bitch of the Day AND a Total Parenting FAIL  — All In One!!!!
:: soak it up snowflakes — ‘cuz you’re the only ones gettin’ anything poz out of this sad tale of woe :::

Authorities are charging a North Carolina woman and her boyfriend with felony child abuse and being two of the most ginormously colossal fucking dumbasses in all of eternity after they slept their way through what we all know were the hellish, shreiking cries of a baby having his toes chewed off by a dog …
In.
The.
SAME.
ROOM!!!

And just how do mommy dearest and her luvah Zzzzzzz their way through such an attack?

DRUGS!

::: I know, shock right? meh :::

But it’s true.
Seems Robie Lynn Jenkins was too effed in the head drugged up and twenty kinds of tahr’d y’all to be aware of her four-month-old boy bawling his tiny baby brains out as the pitt bull she and her boyfriend, Tremayne Spillman, were babysitting ate all five toes on the child’s left foot.

According to a sheriff’s office report, “Ms. Jenkins said she was taking medication and never heard the child cry out and only discovered the incident when she started changing the child’s diaper” THE NEXT MORNING!!!

And by ‘taking medication’ we have to assume they mean she was overdosing on Oxy with about twenty beer backs and nineteen Cuervo chasers ‘cuz that’s the only kind of sleepies I can think of that would render someone stone-cold fucking DEAF to the sound of their own child being eaten alive mere feet from their fucked up losery ass.

The wee one was transported to Pitt Memorial Hospital (a bit of karmic irony there …) where medical authorities warned he’s also in danger of losing the entire foot.
::: Major sad face! 😦 :::

Not for nothing, but I’d say it’s time for authorities to help him lose his mess-up mother as well for, like, EVER!

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September 1, 2009 at 10:36 am 4 comments

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