I'm sure most of you are aware that John R. took his show on the road and settled in at his very own hate blog! Our little Johnny is all growed' up. *tear*
Today's blog, entitled "Possummomma comments" is a trip (and not in that "HMS Lollypop" kind of way). Despite the title, I've not made any of the comments he's responding to. I'll let you all decide if you want to read his manic little rant, but...I do have to comment, pointedly, on a few things he's said.
1. The girls' clothes. Apparently, in John's opinion, a steady supply of Gymboree and jeans is a one way ticket to the land of Hookers and Blow. Short of putting the girls in burkhas or dressing them circa 19th century, I'm pretty much at a loss. And, because this apparently can't be said too many times, it's not necessary to cover every inch of skin to maintain a sense of decorum and modesty.
2. The drugs. (LOL) John accuses me of being 'on drugs'. Yeah...I'm on drugs; antimalarials, antibiotics, steroids, and pain meds make me ca-razey. I was sitting here, zoning off into space thinking, "Damn. I'm sure glad I got lupus so I could take all of these drugz." NOT! I would say that John can't possibly be this monumentally dense, but... ya' just never know with John. So, here's a tutorial John. This is how life works in the world we call home, but which you refer to as the "culture of death". When people get sick, their doctors give them medications to alleviate the symptoms or cure the illness. Accepting pain medication from a reputable, controlled pharmacy isn't the same as asking Sir Drugs-a-lot, on the corner, for a bag of Kibbles and Bits or a "z". Narcotics use, while I'm sure can be fun when you're not in fucking PAIN, does not make one a junky. And, while it's tempting to cut the antibiotics with smack, I'm just not that kind of girl. I'm high off life in your culture of death, John. The only person who says "Pain pills are the easy way!" has never been in pain.
3. I can haz the power? . Just in case you all weren't aware, it is John's opinion that I am dragging you into my atheist agenda and pulling you away from a testimonkey from God. I am using you all to further my "secular agenda". Because, none of you could've been atheists before I came around...or something. Of course, because John said it and it must be so, I am going to hereby request that, from here on out, you all refer to me as "The Great and Mighty Possummomma." K? Thanks!
4. "She's high and can't drive." Well, not really. I mean, I suppose I could be totally selfish and drive around while under the influence of carefully prescribed and monitored medications, but...then, what would all the alcoholic do with their lives? I really don't want to steal their thunder. The important thing to note here, John, is that I can, in fact, drive. I choose, however, not to. Normally, that's a sign of self-awareness and self-accountability. I realize that your big sky daddy has taken those things away from you, but please do try to follow along.