Today the blog offers no inspiration and will involve the liberal use of derogatory compound words. It that’s not your thing, read no further.
I received a very toxic blog comment this morning from a man ( yes I’m sure it’s a man) accusing me of faking ALS to what end I’m not sure. Apparently this motherfucker thinks a publicity stunt is worth breaking the hearts of my family, possibly bankrupting my dad and taxing my friends beyond all reasonable measure.
Apparently, getting attention is so important to me that the fact that I got a TON of it on stage and in the classroom in my cushy tenured job I’ve had to leave ,that I would eagerly ruin my son’s life, fill my pretty apartment with ugly durable medical equipment, be awake, and truly alone and in tears at 4am, aspirate on food and water, spend money I don’t have on a recording where I fake sounding worse than I ever have before, eliminate the possibility that any man would be interested in a long term relationship, watch my body get flabby from inactivity, live in fear of falling when no one’s around, be sore from not being able to move said body around, be stuck in a fucking bathroom for half an hour because I can’t open the door, sit apart from the rest of a group because I can’t get up or down the stairs and noting that the lithium doesn’t seem to be working because I’m progressing rapidly.
How dare you?
Maybe I did you some wrong or perceived wrong but how does that make saying such things okay? What did I do to you to justify this bullshit? If your feelings are legit, why the cowardly anonymous comment, why not tell me to my face? You are a douche bag, that’s why.
On behalf of my friends who work so damn hard for me, for my son who faces losing his mother, for my brother and his family too far away to help, my parents and other brother, particularly my dad who can’t sleep at night and who dreamt I had ALS before I was even diagnosed I would like to emphatically state: “Get some therapy you sick fuck and get a life.”
PS – you mention that part of my scam is a miracle cure. Well guess what? I would happily have a hundred motherfuckers like you accusing me of faking this if I could find a cure so I could watch my son turn into a man, meet my grandchildren, outlive my parents and die with gray hair. Furthermore – I deal with ALS every day with a smile on my face and a laugh for the world.. Do you really think a cruel cocksucker’s anonymous late night ramblings can drag me down? You underestimate me, shitbag.