Folie de Mars

Unsurprisingly, my southern AF state doesn't make voting as easy as other states. In some places, you can vote early or vote by absentee without question. Not mine. There's no early voting, and if you vote by absentee, you have to be approved to do so first. So my crippled ass will be in line at the poll at the crack of dawn on the 6th. I'll be wearing my red Crimson Tide T-shirt in an attempt to fit in with the ultra-Repub, alt-right locals who worship Saban and Trump, while sneakily riding a blue wave down the ballot.

Someone triggered the hell out of me on Ask again. This time, they started a religious debate, citing that God is real and could heal me if I was the right religion, and that I must have gotten it wrong to be this way. It's as if my mother reincarnated into a dumbass internet troll. I handled it fine on Ask, but lost it on Twitter, as I often do, to get out my frustration. I lost some followers, but I don't care. How shitty can a person possibly be to suggest that the sick and disabled are choosing to be that way because they don't pray right? Jesus Christ, that's offensively ignorant. Pun intended.

I've been a Christian all of my life, but I resigned from the church years ago because of this kind of ableist BS. It has taken a very long time to remove people from my circle who contributed to my abuse and neglect growing up, but I finally did and I am not about to let their kind back in. I don't think too highly of myself, but I certainly deserve better than that.