Deforestation

"But that's your job Joanne!"-- Richard C Baron, premiere Jewish boss

As you can see, Rick has not relocated very far from the offices in Germantown which bracketed my very long ascent to a nervous breakdown. He is not a bad executive, when all is said and done, but I diverged then, and still do, from the conceptual models he and Irv Rutman utilized to get the grant funding that gave me my middle class salary for two plus years. As a polite technicality we all agree I lasted with the project three years, and there is no love lost between any of us on lack of efficiency in the supervision of the advocates, one of whom simply wasn't qualified to assist those who wanted to utilize the work incentives. 

Extrapolate my sparring matches with this very small band of liberalism's Stalinist largesse onto the fucking joke Philadelphia harbors as an an excuse for an independent living center, and there you have it. Had I listened to my old professor Jerry, stayed in Delaware County, my mother's death might have precipitated my early return to institutionalization. Instead, black managers for a protestant company violated my civil rights. I ate it for years until I put it on paper that I would file a lawsuit, then all goes silent and they hire a group therapist so that the homosexuals, Koreans, Africans, assorted wheelchair users, make nice-- and they wait, for my body to break, for me to get entangled in red tape, for my family to come together in an unfortunate agreement.

A personality whom I cannot recall, but his film was Running With Scissors and he might have been Brian Cox. I cannot be sure, he did a Cozi talk stoop segment and said there is always another perspective to bring to bear.

Right. What perspective is that? My body took a great deal of punishment for Rick's methodology of inclusion. The center from which he got me only and ever was honest with me once about not hiring me back. Instead of hearing that, I allowed their forked tongue appeasement psychopathy to make me ill with a cynicism and bitterness not so easily reversed as my desire for freedom grows ever more restrictive. I can give Presby my notice. Go to SSA and stop my benefits. All that would do is return me to childhood incarceration. There was an imbroglio years back about Inglis sitting on Liberty's board of directors. How and why it was resolved does not matter, because the system is a revolving door, with its self determination little more than a polite fiction. The civil servants who allocate your tax dollars? They are the ones with actual power.