"Neglect and Abuse of the Disabled"
Nobody has helped save a Priest and the Church. Here's a letter for those in need of hope:
Monica--
Patricia has been tortured for many years, as thug-like personalities have invaded the house under your watch. The first pseudo-caretaker--here's a list:
1.) Sat an approximate five hours during six hour shift, eating.
2.) Would not go along on errands with Patricia and her son, such as to the library, coffee shop, and park.
3.) Would put on terrifying television shows with gore-smeared violence and the occult, inducing crying fits in Patricia.
4.) Would talk about Lucifer and cackle, further producing tears in Patricia.
5.) Would call her son, Mark, on Federal Disability, scrawny, a fool, and that he should be whipped; moreover, threw wet rags at his face; plus, asked if she could trip him, physically.
6.) Would make racist remarks about ethnic people--in cruel fashion.
7.) Placed a peach pit, a way to poison dogs, near the family dog's favorite spot, before Patricia's son pulled it out of the dog's choking mouth while the pseudo-caretaker made her exit.
8.) Much more, to be revealed, if you keep sending thugs over here; also, drank beer on the job at times.
9.) Would allow Patricia to sit in urine and fecal matter for six hours.
Second pseudo-caretaker:
1.) Dropped Patricia's fragile body in shower.
2.) Talked on her phone most of the time, which played profanely vociferous vulgarities, such as: "Motherfucker! Motherfucker!" Over and over, causing Patricia high anxiety.
3.) Slept most hours.
4.) Called Patricia's son weak and incapable, when he has been the only one caring for her.
5.) Dropped illegal drugs in the house.
Furthermore, Patricia's son is said to be nearing colon cancer. Disabled as it is. Nancy insisted on putting Patricia in a HOME over a year ago. That along with the neglect and abuse of these two disabled people drove Patricia's son to attempt suicide. You don't want two deaths on your ignorant hands. Nancy has also called the pseudo-caretakers, offering consolation; therefore, those caretakers should invade her parents' home when they are in need, due to the fact that she has so much confidence in them.
POST SCRIPT: This is a picture of what Patricia's son's bloody stool looks like when enduring the stress of thugs. Social Services and the Law will be contacted by Patricia's son's physicians if the neglect and abuse does not stop.
"The Galvanized Gimp (3)"
All was well in the Celestial Heavens for Jude and his biological mother, allowing them a moonlit night, which did reflect the Sun's blessing upon their modest home, where within, the disabled adolescent and his non-defiled mother sat, her explaining: "Jesus Christ was a popular guy. They followed Him, ate with Him, flocked to wherever He went; however, when He said you must eat of My body and drink of My blood, not My symbolic body and blood--if you are to be raised and have eternal life; plus, during His arrest and crucifixion--they fled from Him. When times were easy, they were there; on the contrary, when challenged to have confidence in Him, they fled."
Jude wept. He only had faith in the Lord; plus, those that had faith in Him as well. He wished to wear the Roman Collar, but knew his asymmetrical aspects would keep him on the sidelines; still, he would be a soldier for Christ, remembering King David's words about true service, and the best service being service to God--the mighty bard/fighter voicing in the Book of Psalms: "Wine to make man's heart happy, and herb for the service of man."
Jude had never tasted true wine. But was always eating herbs and talking to God, which puts many cancers into a state of eternal remission.
So, as his biological mother exited his bedroom, he pulled the covers over himself, made the sign of the cross, and praised God; moreover, uttered an Act of Hope, remembering that even though Saint Joan of Arc was abandoned and ridiculed, a bizarre man named Mark Twain, him not giving a rat's tail about writing any book save her biography--and from this point of view, helped the Saint rise from the ashes and become the Phoenix she will eternally be, for after its publication, she was shortly thereafter canonized, mysteriously.
"The Galvanized Gimp (2)"
Jude was cruising around in his wheelchair on the driveway that connected to his humble yet holy habitat. The neighbor, a teenage girl, adorned in tight jeans to vacuum up the cottage cheese in her buttocks approached with a look of disgust concerning the legless boy. She stuck out her tongue; next, cruelly offered: "Just die already. What kind of respect will you get as a gimp?"
Jude smiled, saying: "Respect is earned. Giving dignity to the disabled is duty; furthermore, your father is the father of lies and murder. He was a murderer and liar from the beginning."
The neighborhood tart swiftly responded: "At least I can walk. My father gave me legs, and your father gave you a handicap."
Jude raised his head to the holy skies, pronouncing: "God made me special. And you could be very special too, if you hung your sins on a wall, confessing publicly, and reminding yourself to never do them again."
"What has it gotten you?" The girl asked.
Jude replied: "Eternal life, and a mother waiting to gently pass me to the father."
The girl walked away. Jude continued to roll wisely in his wheelchair, praying for the girl as instructed by the altruistic Rabbi--true God and true man.
"The Galvanized Gimp (1)"
Jude Rokavic, named such as his erudite mother had paged through Jude the Obscure by Hardy, which T. S. Eliot applauded vocally as being: "The greatest work of literary sublimity." Too bad people don't connect the dots about it today. Too much zombie on the mind. Not knowing, like having a credit card in the 70's and 80's was the only way you could pass through the allegorical gates, rent a video at the store, the whole bag of magically venomous beans.
Anyway, Jude was a lovely boy, born without legs, and tooled around, though he wasn't a tool, in his wheelchair, powered by arm strength, using his mind to journey to wonderful places.
His mother home-schooled him. Taught the young adolescent about all the poets and sci-fi prophets, starting with Blake and Shelley, reminding him of today's computerized dangers, Blake having blasted the Industrial Revolution by way of verse, saying: "Satanic slave mines that rob men of their imagination." Next, another autodidact, as was Shelley and Blake, a more modern man, Philip K. Dick, showcasing how technology would transform into terror; thus, the corporeally manipulated wheelchair, which was powered by the arms, which were powered by the spirit.
Jude's days were filled with reading and classical music; plus, opera, having a particular fancy for Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries. His Dad was absent, not being able to face a gimp of a child, blaming the mother, himself, the boy, pharmaceutical companies; plus, everything under and beyond the shimmering Sun. But Jude's mother was loyal and would never let another man dominated by humping hubris invade her now inviolate life. She was Jude's guardian and mirror of justice.
