Month

August 2017

Abuso Infantil: Un Paseo por la Memoria

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La mayoría me conoce por mi abordaje de asuntos sociales. Esto puede tomar un peaje. Mucking alrededor con qué está mal con el mundo puede ser horrible. Encontré cosas que no quiero saber. Sí, Ian Weinberg, no hay justicia. Tienes razón, pero… Continue Reading →

Child Abuse Again

Most know me for my tackling of social issues. This can take a toll. Mucking around with what’s wrong with the world can be horrific. I find things out I don’t want to know. Yes, Ian Weinberg—there is no justice. You’re… Continue Reading →

Toes

Toes. Whoda thought? Toes can be dangerous. Toes have toenails, and mine are particularly and voraciously strong. As my hands have become more crippled with MS, I have, and will always, fight with my toes. Whodawhoda thought? My cousin pampered… Continue Reading →

No Justice for the Poor

It is well-known that Justice for the poor is rarely met. https://www.scu.edu/ethics/focus-areas/more/resources/equal-justice-under-law/ https://worldjusticeproject.org/sites/default/files/486481access_to_justice_in_the_united_states_virginia_lawyer_12-10.pdf In speaking to a legal representative about a case I was involved in, he told me that lawyers often defer to professionals even in cases where professionals have acted… Continue Reading →

My Journey with Autoimmune Disease

Please note: I believe my AI is actually ASIA.  Since Medicine and Industry are now bosom buddies, there is little chance I will receive treatment for my disease.  ASIA is suspected to be caused by vaccines, and the mantra about… Continue Reading →

Un Mundo Incorporado está en el Offing.

Pamela 🐝 Williams me sacó de mi sueño complaciente con su pieza: https://www.bebee.com/producer/@pamela-williams/two-means-to-an-end-an-opinion-piece He intentado ignorar lo que he considerado como un retroceso de la evolución durante bastante tiempo. Me acurruco en mis sueños y espero que los acontecimientos me pasen por alto, pero… Continue Reading →

Insanity?

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I often feel like the harbinger of doom-and-gloom. There are so many issues that I see as important. Most of them result in death. Some have happy endings. Fiction has been a respite for me. I don’t indulge in it… Continue Reading →