Tack & Thump

I have been criticized for discussing film arts and then engaging in character assassination and or launching attacks on disability culture in the same breath, the argument being that people do not read posts sequentially even though I may be telling my personal history in a linear fashion, tying it in when I can, to those thematic arcs that interest me.

The criticism is fair enough, but

1. I am not an established author or journalist, and 1a, LiveJournal (though Blogger is a slightly better network) does not offer me, and nor do I have, the resources to make this account competitive with other niche oriented writers, and if some of my posts confuse those on twitter or any other social network, those of you who speak English can ask me what I mean, or tell me that I am unclear. Linda and Erik and Josie and Jimmi and others had a major impact on the fact that my career ambitions went up in flames, and as I have iterated, I did not go to the EEOC when I was legally advised to do so, but I can deploy testimonial, in the same fashion that Josie Byzek sees it as a penultimate empowerment tool, even if I engage in repetition, I try to do it in such a way as to draw the larger picture.

I understand that these personal testaments may not always interest you, for any number of reasons, but it will be a legacy I leave behind me, assuming I can preserve my digital content, and revise and revise past my own emotional scars. Ted Koppel once said that death is the universal experience we all face but none of know until the event of dying itself; I am roughly paraphrasing that, but the cerebral anchor who carried ABC's social conscience for so long was right. All of us also have legacy, no matter who we are, happy and wholistic or not, even if, in conjunction with that, our voices drown each other out.

I am aiming at that minority, and those ablests who may "get it," who can possibly see that I have a point, and that the paradigm, however mandated, can strive toward improving itself.

At the end of the day, I do not see how I might still emerge victorious; it is more than likely I will simply fade away, unfulfilled,  even if I have a late life major medical event, after fifty years of plenty medical events, or just continue to decline, but I will probably always see my life as a battle to be waged, in one form or another. I am sure some find that an unfortunate perspective, and could say I could make an effort to be more content, and that I could accept that I will probably die under a company like Presby.

I'll never be grateful for it.