In case anyone has ever wondered why I'm such a bitch. Why I drag on so long about things and ideas that seem frivilous or why I espouse that people should be intelligent and actually think about what they're doing. Here's an example why.

The state of washington wants to kill my mother.

We're working class poor. We don't do drugs. We obey the law. But: we make too much money, sucked away by bills, rent, and other overhead, to actually see any of it because we like to eat at least three times once a day. My mom is sick with a condition that will not go away, does not get better, cannot be forgotten about and requires daily care. Meaning time I could spend listening to music or out acting like a jack ass is instead spent at home slavishly caring for someone else because I give half a shit. My dad, oppressive manic depressive asshat that he is, must be given some credit for busting his ass forty eight hours a week at the age of fifty (mom is fifty five) giving sweat and blood in a factory just to make ends meat while I, disabled person on SSI aspire to go to college, get the fuck out of here, get a job that actually pays the bills and maybe just maybe be successful in the scope of my own kids won't go through the same shit I do.

And now the state of washington, that draconian beaucratic monstrosity, wants to take away the drugs that keep my mom alive just because it doesn't like to pay for them but would be much happier if she was perpetually confined to health care at some retirement home. How dare her family want to enjoy her presence and perhaps indulge her need for intellectual stimulation beyond matlock.

And you wonder why I take a malicious self serving glee in poking the assholes around here on Furaffinity and other venues who have the audacity to think themselves my superior just because they're more comfortable.