Today I am thankful for movement.
Some of it is quite funny.
The Republican Party in Arapahoe County, Colorado is still supporting a dingus who likes to steal from the homeless about a mile from my house.
A few years ago, I wrote about how my ex-husband pretended to be a homeless drunk to get out of child support. I've given his $40,000 sports card collection, including the Michael Jordan rookie cards, to a friend starting a 501(c)3 to help the homeless people harassed by the Republicans.
I tried to return the cards but I was met with abusive text messages from my ex that made me look bad to the other counselors. When the opportunity presented itself to be rid of the collection, I jumped all over that.
The only help these people are getting are from the Libertarians. So I'm going to go to the county building tomorrow to change my voter registration back to Libertarian. I only hope they stop harassing Pagans. Maybe I'll sit for a spell if they pick up their abuse.
Yeah....the Libertarians the only ones trying to help the homeless.
The Republicans can't figure out why they keep losing elections.
It's not rocket science.
They're idiots.
These Republicans are inspiring a whole round of tax hikes out here promising to fund mental health and homeless programs. The sad thing is that the money rarely goes where promised.
I know that this Lisby guy is the one spreading the trash around. The homeless ask me and my buddies to bring them trash bags so they can keep the camp clean.
Rumor has it that the Army Corp of Engineers is going in and threatening the homeless. The Department of Defense is ignoring my FOIA requests in order to find out if it is true they were conducting homeless sweeps at the park**.
Interesting, huh?
I think these two right wing bozos have a friend who is violating federal law by covering up their harassment of the homeless.
This is not a game they really want to play with me.
I don't play fair.
I'm almost to the point of throwing my own spin on things.
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My Wiccan friends know what I'm thinking.... and they believe in the three fold law.
I don't believe in it.
I'm just too lazy to fight evil with evil.
I don't know how long I can hold out without doing a ritual or three.
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Two years ago I had a breast cancer scare.
I'm being told it has possibly spread to my liver and my life has become a series of medical appointments, ultrasounds, MRIs and the like.
I don't know.
My doctor told me that I won't be able to help the homeless if I die.
I'm doing my best to live and be a bitchy beastie for a long time.
This could very well be my last hurrah.
I'm still drinking my Essiac tea.
We'll see.
They say that only the good die young. I'm obnoxious and will probably live a long time.
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I still dream of Tom.
I dream of my shame. I dream of running away every time I see him because I could never be a good, quiet little woman.
I was always too much of an obnoxious b!tch to be in a relationship with a man.
I dream of him chasing away wolves.....
weird.
Maybe I'm one of the wolves.
I don't know.
The liver issue makes me sleep too much which, in turn, makes me dream of him and our unfinished business too much.
I can't figure out how I got sick when I rarely drink alcohol!
I guess we all meet our end at some point.
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As of right now,
I'm alive and doing fine.
I'm praying to Asclepius.
And promising to help a woman named Patricia and a jerk named Dennis once they get arrested for harassing the homeless a mile from my home (see pictures above for references...they still post shit...and harass the poor). I'm trying to ignore them but I think they're akin to vampires who get energy from being annoyances.
Actually, if I follow my own play book - those two will probably meet their karma sooner than later. I'll probably find them begging on the street or in a detox somewhere.
It's sick. I offered to help them look at public policy. I offered to go to the city building and cause a stink.
They kept going to the park and stealing the tents and the heaters of the homeless.
Someone started a fire in a homeless camp two weeks ago on a Saturday. Saturday is the day Dennis is there harassing the homeless. I have suspicions about how started the fire.
(1) it was Dennis or (2) it was a homeless person afraid of Dennis complaining about the garbage so s(he) burned everything to keep him away.
It's incredibly hard for me to put away my black magick.
I haven't played with that shit in many years.
I am tempted.
Very tempted....
Truth....truth has a way of being so much stranger than fiction.
The only argument these assholes have is to query if I've ever taken a homeless person into my home.
They obviously don't know me.....if they did, they wouldn't have to ask.
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The last homeless person I had here explained to me that I should identify as asexual because I'm too busy to date.
Sigh.....
I finally realize that she was right.
It's a sin for a daughter of Aphrodite to refuse love.
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Maybe I should write out a will and pledge the funds of my estate to start a Pagan LGBTQ ministry.
We'll see if I'm around long enough to do that.
As much as I want to get away from politics, it always has a way of coming back and biting me in the ass.
The only regret I have right now is getting out of the music business. If I still had famous friends, it' would be so damn easy to come up with enough money to fund a homeless charity.
My gut feeling is go out and buy a couple of guitars and try to compose some stuff.
I don't know.
I think I need to focus on shrinking tumors.
Please pray for those among us with the least. If you like vengeance, feel free to pray for justice, too.
Do as much good as you can in as much time as you can.
I'll try to write more chapters if time allows.
Love,
S.
