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Poor Babies and the Horrid Intellectuals Who Make them Boo-Hoo
Posted Jun 8, 2001
I just got quite angry. Now I get to wait until however many hours from now (it's 2250, there), to find out whether anyone (other than the given 2), understands a word I said.
Why does it always fall out in the same damn pattern? It's so predictable. It is so old. The Poor Babies of the world get upset, act out, and those of us who refuse to be Poor Babies get blamed by all the 'nurturing' types who recognise their own Poor Baby potential.
Flashbacks to Poor Babies of the past. They start boo-hooing and suddenly everyone is fussing over them, the Poor Babies, and suddenly right, or wrong, or who stepped on whom first vanishes in cloud of fluffy kleenex and kisses for the Poor Babies, and the Horrid Cold Intellectual who Made the Poor Baby Cry is the villain again.
What was that Poor Baby's name? The one in seminary, with the 'I don't understand how they can claim to be "oppressed", when the real oppression is directed towards "normal" people like me and my husband.' If I had not put Mary on a plane that morning, knowing that if there were a crash, her parents would make it a *point* not to inform me, let alone invite me to the funeral, I might have choked out something less sharply worded. I did *not* insult the woman, though she had insulted me. I just started speaking the Truth.
Pretty soon, she's snuffling, and then all-out crying, and the other lesbian women in the class are giving me dirty looks, and fetching her drinks of water and Tylenol. Because I refused to be 'apologetic', because I said nothing that was untrue, or personal, I was a Cold, Unsupportive, Unfriendly Person, and deserved the wrath of everyone in the class. The fact that the Poor Baby had spoken of 'them' in the third person, and made bigoted remarks, magically slipped *everyone*'s mind.
Tears, wounded silences, sulking, pouting, walking out and slamming the door... if you can't be right, be pathetic, and if you can't be coherent, be dramatic.
It works. If I had a higher nausea threshhold, I might have learnt to do it. Keeping one's head and stating one's case is the wrong approach. People do not recognise themselves in the person who is quietly, persisently, unapologetically right. (How dare she?) They recognise themselves in the emotion-blinded, tirade flinging, teary, insult-hurling Poor Baby. If I do not let them reduce me to a Poor Baby, I threaten them, because...?
Because I will not be reduced.
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WHEE!
Posted Jun 6, 2001
They took it!
Straight into the Guide? I thought it went through some Steps?
I dun care. Gonna get virtually snookered on
Hall of Fame for 'Declining English':
Lucinda
Barton
Azara
Mycroft
Gnomon
Looneytunes
to all of whose pages I shall make a proper dedicatory link at some point in the next few hours.
Arpeggio for LeKZ
I don't have to be Serious about Grammar (for now)! 
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FINISHED ONE! This is so cool, I just had to re-post it.
Posted Jun 4, 2001
By Jove, I think she's got it!
I think this article (http://www.bbc.co.uk/h2g2/guide/A563456) is actually done. Really, truly, spelling, puncts, caps, tables, details, frills, bells, and whistles done! 
I put the 
s back in. I *liked* the s. I thought they added a nice, Guide-ish, 'Don't Panic-y' sort of touch.
Lucinda, looking after the s is your ball... 
To Azara, Barton, Lucinda, Mycroft, and all others who made suggestions and nit-picked, THANKS! 
To anyone who has anything to say now that is not:
1) Typographical,
2) Absolutely inarguable fact, or
3) Unbreakable Guide policy,
!!
I do not plan, expect, or intend to look at that article again until I am older. I shall be much older, if I really undertake 'Reclining English'... 
... which I have naturally already started... but over which I should at least bash my first entry, on Colorado, USA into better shape... to say nothing of 
for a change!
Why do I feel like my wife just had a baby and I'm passing out cigars? I do, though. No cigars, but do have 
, or a 
, and there's tons of 
.
Perhaps you *don't* know this... I am a person with some very serious, debilitating psychological conditions. I have lived on Uncle Sam's miserable Dole since 1996. I have been away from academia since 1989. I had a traumatic brain injury in 1994 which robbed me of the ability to do maths in my head... or really much at all.
It has been a *very* long time since I just undertook a project like this one, for and 
, and enjoyed the 
out of starting, creating, and especially *finishing* it. More . I don't even care if it's Edited. It's mine, it's done. It's a Thing, and I can say I began and ended a project, under my own power and without pressure from teachers, parents, or creditors, within a matter of only a few days, because I wanted to!
You can't know how good it feels, unless you know how good it used not to be. I do. I know that it was not so long ago, that I was utterly paralysed by the idea of *doing* things, because I never knew where to start. I know because I remember a few years back, (like 5) when I literally could and did spend over 12 hours a day sorting pebbles for the bottoms of 
tanks, and bagging them by colour. That and I coloured inside the lines of Celtic colouring books....
My brain is not dead! Really . Thank you h2g2... and DNA, for providing me with a small but amazingly significant triumph in a world that has not had too many, for about the last... ... well, the body'll be 40 in October, and living to see 40 was certainly not a thing anyone expected. 
There were a couple of triumphs in the '70s. There may have been as many as two in 1987 alone, but 1990 
made up for them... have another ?
This is so off-topic, it is absurd. And I do not care! My sig. o. said the article should be sent off to some pedagogy journal, for teachers of expository writing, for, like, money. 
I don't honestly care. I care that I now know I can do things I want to, well, because I want to, and nothing and nobody has to stop me. 
And I know Someones watch, and help, and have not let me down... at least, not ALL the way down. No, I do *not* sound like I'm accepting an Oscar! Quit laughing and let me revel. 
If you can't catch this joy, via modem, and 
faces, and the complete emotional spontaneity that's happening here for the first time since maybe the body was born, you are obviously Permanently Dead 
.
Permanently Dead people are cordially invited to go to my 'space', scroll down to my link to the MetaSite, and crawl inside a life from Hell. I'm going to stay here and enjoy the 
.
Only orbiting this 
Arpeggio, music-energy being and happy person from, for, and of the multiple person/s who are collectively LeKZ 
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h2g2 told me i didn't exist...
Posted Jun 2, 2001
last night, my time. if a person were insecure 
it could get very nervous, logging on and finding that the bbc have heard of it, but it has never officially said or done anything at h2g2. 
just minding own business, editing entry, and *pumfp*, we turned into a pooffkin. does this sort of thing happen a lot? it was a leetle unnerving...
still new here and not used to being *pumfped* out of existence...
arpeggio -- diffidently looking around to be sure everything is where she left it, starting with self...
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Afganistan and the Final Solution
Posted May 24, 2001
Just found out that the violently repressive Islamic Fundamentalist government of Afganistan want Hindus to wear distinct patches on their clothing.
This is probably because the Hindus in Afganistan have been the leaders of any Resistance movement that has existed there, under the present regime.
What decade are we, again?
My people are Hindu. I know the Hindus there will not back down, nor give up. I also know, though the World have 'condemned' this action, no one (with the possible exception of India) will risk enormous casualties in very dangerous and rough terrain, against the Muslim equivalent of Nazis, to save a few thousands of Hindus.
Everyone said 'Tsk' when Serbian Fascists exterminated Bosnian Muslims, but no one did anything very constructive or helpful then.
From the point of view of the Western world, there are enough (or too many) brown people anyway. If they engage in genocide against each other (Rwanda), so be it. It's not the West's problem.
Of course, if this were happening to Roman Catholics White people...
Shocked and appalled, but daily less surprised,
Arpeggio for LeKZ
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