My life lived didn’t start out so great. I did the usual (in my neighborhood and my time), got pregnant, in a bad relationship, married and divorced. My husband was abusive in every which way that you can imagine abusiveness. We were better off without him.
Sixteen and Pregnant / JB Collection
This guy that fathered my child wasn’t very nice in that he loved the privilege of being a father, but only if he didn’t have to pay for it. During this time in Florida, there was no means to enforce child support orders. Child support orders were worthless paper.
I remarried and my husband adopted my sons. Yes, that’s right, a guy who hates child support so much that he allows his son to be adopted by another man.
My marriage was happy, and we had more children.
In the back of my head, I held onto my resentment towards my ex-husband. I was angry for what he did to his child and how he treated me. My attorney filed a lawsuit that would force him to pay all the back child support. I wanted to enforce it. I wanted him to be sorry for his behavior.
And then, he died. I didn’t get to tell him what an asshole he was, he died first.
I felt empty inside. It was as if my anger and resentment was a bubble that popped and now had no air in it. It was gone, without the revenge, without the gratification of receiving the back child support, without anything! He was gone.
Now, I cannot bring myself to be vengeful. The thought of wasting all that time nursing the resentment in my brain for ten years, makes me feel sorry and wasteful. How is that even possible that I could maintain the anger for that long? I am a loving person, and yet, there it is. I must admit that vengefulness can live in me. I have to admit that I am not as loving as I thought. I am also angry and bitter. That is a hard pill to swallow about me. I never recognized myself in this way.
Every movie I watched and indeed, every show, featured that moment when justice would be done, preferably with recognition from the crowds. I would have my moment with my ex-husband, he would hand over 20K dollars and my fist would raise to the heavens in victory.
Unknown Source: Woman finding Empowerment in the wild surf.
TV is wrong, movies are wrong. There are no victories like these in true life. How could American culture have failed me so completely? I was supposed to have my day in court, my victory lap.
There I was, instead, seeing myself as someone who held onto resentment for ten years. This is not the picture I wanted of myself, even if the TV told me that my day would come. I had to learn how to let it go. I had to learn that leaving my resentment behind would give me a better life.
Being a better me is always a challenge. Swimming against the cultural tide makes it even more challenging. I tell myself that I don’t need revenge. I don’t need to know that “that” person has learned his lesson. It’s not for me to teach. It’s for me to live my life fully without anger, resentment and bitterness weighing me down.
Have you ever looked at someone’s school pictures and noticed a sequence of pictures where a dramatic change has occurred? It doesn’t look like a good change. The first picture is a laughing child and then the next picture is a not-child with a flat-eyed look?
1. You respond to a man’s request for sexual favors with a yes.
a. You’ve been dating for two nights and now you find yourself having intercourse. You literally can’t figure out why.
2. You feel unsafe unless you are wearing protective clothing.
a. You wear underwear always, even in bed, you like tights and pants and stay away from dresses. You may dress sexy, but you want it covered and in your own control.
3. You are sexual in inappropriate environments.
a. You dress sexy for the office.
b. You dress sexy for a first date.
4. You are overweight, no matter how hard you try not to be.
a. This occurs because, theoretically, women are not attractive when overweight, thus preventing future sexual abuse.
5. Women are jealous of you and it’s not because of your brain.
a. Your overt sexuality (not your fault) is an issue, especially if they suffer from no sexuality.
In my experience working with women substance abusers, the response to childhood sexual abuse is one or the other: boundaries all around, or wide open with no boundaries. Each response brings it’s own set of problems and consequences.
Once again, this morning 9/13/2026, I heard Oprah Winfrey saying that you truly can be in control of your life. Once again a sanctimonious millionaire is talking about pulling yourself up by the boot-straps in order to have “your best life”.
I feel like I’m cursing Jesus when I say, “How dare she?” How dare Oprah Winfrey preach to the masses that we really can make things okay, we just have to make it happen?
Did Oprah ever have to nurse a child through an expensive terminal illness that broke the spirit of the parents and then took their bank accounts and their home? Did Oprah ever have to deal with wishing for a promotion to vice presidency but instead was shoved into a closet and raped and there went the vice presidency along with the job? Did Oprah Winfrey ever go through a husband who just won’t stop using her as a punching bag and her looking at the awfulness of living on minimum wage with two children without a supportive family?
She should be validating the hardships and talking about how to create structure to make change. America is an international embarrassment on the world stage. Seven dollars and thirty-five cents an hour for minimum wage? Even poor nations are laughing at us. Why? Because we can, but we don’t, all the money goes up and none comes down. But sure, “live your best life.”
There is another trite little saying that makes my blood boil. “Everything happens for a reason.” Are you kidding me? Explain to me what the reason is for a ten-year-old pregnant girl who has been continuously raped by her brother? Some one help me with the reason for this?
What about the kid on Reddit who talked about how when she was seven the pipes froze and she lived without water or electricity in her trailer/home until she moved out. How about the hoarders choking on their own dust? They force their children to survive a hellish childhood – why?
I am one of the lucky ones, poverty stricken, but we always had power and water.
But I would never perch on the back of my pony and tell anyone, “oh hey, you can have a nice life if you try.” “Just pull yourself up by your bootstraps.”
When I was in my thirties, I had an exceptional professional opportunity. But, part of the back story is that I was beautiful and sexy and I wasn’t fully aware of my affect on people. I was married also. I was hired by an executive director (ED) who pursued me after being in a class I gave on the dually diagnosed population. I worked in mental health and he worked in substance abuse treatment (SA Tx).
He hired me away from my first mental health job and I went to work as a program director of a methadone clinic in 1994. I loved the work. The ED and I had a vision and goals for the agency. It was a midsized substance abuse treatment agency in a midsized city. He was first to begin the goals accomplishment and he attained the money for a huge campus outside of town and out of the rat-infested building we were in. I was swiftly promoted and put in charge of the build-out of the new facilities. I was in charge of the entirety of outpatient programs for our agency. That included day treatment, outpatient, methadone treatment, drug court and a contract with the department of corrections. I was in heaven, literally.
Unfortunately my marriage was falling apart. After two years at this new job, I left my husband. Then the unthinkable happened and my mother passed away suddenly of a heart attack and stroke. She was only 67 years old, which made me 37 as she was almost exactly 30 years older than me.
My boss was sympathetic and caring and all of the things that he could be. He just wanted me back at work and after two weeks I started back.
Something had changed between the ED and me. I don’t know exactly what shifted or when it happened. He had once treated me like an executive director in training and often joked that I could run the agency after he retired. But then he began acting angry toward me. He was cruel in ways I could not put words to. The timing coincided with my divorce. He set me up for impossible challenges, such as failing to tell me about an eight o’clock meeting and then becoming angry when I arrived at 8:10. He knew I had high schoolers and that, as their only transportation, I sometimes had difficulty getting them to school on time.
He continued his games by attending my staff meetings and undermining my procedures in front of my own staff. Or by insulting me and siding with others during executive meetings. If I asked for support or assistance, it didn’t come.
This was all shocking to me. Our relationship was radically changing in the midst of an avalanche of work. We designed the outpatient program with observed urine drug screening with a colors program for the Drug Court. We had successfully wrangled the Department of Corrections contract. We were writing grants including Federal probation grants. We also had an award-winning program that included mothers and infants in a day treatment program. Our programs were a success!
Why the antipathy towards me? Some of my staff gave me an answer, I’m not sure it was true. They thought he was attracted to me. He moved his office next door to mine. We were working harder and more efficiently. We wrote a million dollar grant and we won it. He became meaner and more condescending openly sharing his antipathy with me. After a particularly cruel afternoon…
I finally went to the EEOC (Equal Employment Opportunity Commission) and filed a complaint against him. He was appalled. Even though it was against the law, he immediately confronted me about it. When you are in a suit such as this, the two involved cannot legally discuss the suit. He did it anyway.
One of the biggest issues that we disagreed on was our supervising physician. The physician was a known misogynist, who demanded that women disrobe for the required physical examination (only women). He also required the methadone clinic to work with blind dosing. The clinic was not allowed to let the clients know what dose of methadone they were on. This physician continually violated patients’ rights. No matter what, my ED would take no action including after nurse managers complained directly to him.
Basically, my boss eviscerated me. Making it impossible for me to take constructive action. I needed the lawsuit to set things right. Instead, it was the beginning of the end.
We were almost at the five year mark of working together when it all came to a head.
I worked with a team of two other women. I was not close with them because they scared me. The younger woman, a young and single and beautiful person was the woman I was closest with. Her face was divine, but she was overweight. The marketing vice president said he loved looking at her (that is an example of how inappropriate the men were).
One of my team members was having trouble with relapsing and I was trying to give him a second chance. I used a veteran counselor to supervise this recovery effort.
On a personal level, my daughters and I had escaped to an apartment and it was just the three of us. I left an unfortunate man who was not good for us. So, we were alone and it was beginning to work well for us. It was a very vulnerable time for me.
At work one day, I was outside talking with my relapsing staff member. We were close together, talking quietly. We stood under a tree that I was leaning against.
One of my work colleagues came to me later stating that her staff member saw me kissing a staff member in the front of the office building. What a bizarre thought. Of course, I’m not going to kiss anyone and being on site is a ridiculous charge.
In the meantime, my nurse manager came to me with a huge complaint against our physician as he had prescribed a sedative to a pregnant woman in withdrawal from heroin. The patient had low blood pressure and the physician refused to admit her to our methadone program. He spoke to her in Spanish and according to the nurse, he was angry and condescending to the patient. The nurse manager explained to me that the sedative could put her in real danger because of her low blood pressure. When I brought this complaint to my ED it was dismissed and so was I.
He then started questioning me about the perceived “kiss” with a staff member on the office grounds.
When I asked my colleague about the perception, she stated that she believed that I had kissed someone on the grounds. She then gained the agreement of our second female colleague. They both believed that I had “kissed” a staff member on the grounds.
The ED called me into his office and cruelly questioned me about the incident. The questioning was clearly grounded in disbelief for anything I said. I absolutely stood my ground. How could we be talking about this perceived kiss when I have a physician who is acting outside of treatment norms and walking all over the patients’ rights?
When I found out that my female colleagues weren’t supporting me, I was crushed. I put in my resignation. When I came to work to complete my notice, I was escorted off of the property.
I spent my entire young life trying to figure myself out. I don’t want my subconscious to run my life. I observed how people were often driven by things that they didn’t understand. I have studied hard. I come from an abjectly poverty-stricken childhood. If I am not careful, I could repeat that. I worked in Lifespring (a personal growth training program) for several years. Most of the work centers around understanding the ego of me and the work of understanding the self, inside a social life with a history. In my case a very negative history that I was laboring to improve.
Something I missed because it had never come up for me, I had never faced it. It was the rejection of my sisters. I had a childhood rife with rejection. I was often left at stores or other locations where my parents would fail to do a headcount, and I was the one left behind. I’m not sure why it was always me, perhaps because my head was in the stars. But my twin sisters had each other and my older sister had her nose in the air. My sisters left me out of everything. They would even directly push me away. One of my first memories is of stealing a quarter from my little sister because they kicked me out of their play. I tearfully returned the quarter to her. I turned out to be an ugly duckling. As I got older, I started gaining attention and I was not always sure why.
That rejection caught me at age 41 when my work colleagues rejected me and called me a liar. I was crushed. It was so painful that resigning was the only way to survive the wound that had been ripped open and then stabbed again. But I missed it, it was until I was 65 that I realized why I had resigned. Of course, I remembered the pain, but I couldn’t figure out why it hurt so much. After all, my ED didn’t hurt my feelings, I was only angry and defiant with him. That deep pain came from my childhood, and I didn’t figure it out until more than 20 years after the fact. The source of the pain from my colleagues was the memory of my sisters rejecting me. I felt small, unwanted and ugly. When we were young I was considered to be my parents’ only plain child. I had straight yellowish brown hair. Two of my sisters were tow-headed and a third was a redhead, they all had lovely waves or curls. Perhaps that reality is what drove my sisters to disregard me. That disregard was still driving me when I was 41 years old.
I wish I had discovered the flaw in me sooner; I could have survived the hard way that I was treated. I have to say that in retrospect it did all work out.
I loved my profession and continued to manage methadone clinics for another ten years, working for a competitor. It was the only choice I had. I forswore the C Suite and never returned. My daughters finished high school, of course. My life moved on. The pain was raw for many years. But I even recovered from that eventually. When I was in my sixties and realized what was tantamount to self-betrayal because I didn’t have the self-awareness necessary to manage the situation, I was close to inconsolability. After studying self-awareness for years, I ended up being overcome by an old, infested wound that reared its ugly head in a moment of extreme weakness. I couldn’t stand the pain and had to resign in the absence of support from anyone, any where.
And justice was never served. This is another story like millions of other stories about men who can’t get over their egos and who take things personally. If you based my performance appraisal on accomplishments, there was no contest. No one was able to write grants that were accepted 100% of the time, except me. And then I managed those programs profitably. It was one hell of an experience. And a defining one. And then a memory.
What if America truly cared about women and children?
The very first thing that would be true is that no child in America would go hungry.
But American children are neither fed nor safe.
What if a woman could walk into a police station and talk with an advocate and receive immediate safety and security? The advocate would ensure transport to a shelter, but it wouldn’t stop there. The advocate follows the woman to a special family court that doesn’t require attorneys? The advocate could represent her with the full knowledge of her situation. These family courts would be designed for families, not for attorneys.
Kyle Nieber with Unsplash
What if access to our court system wasn’t guarded by attorneys who wouldn’t act without a ten thousand dollar retainer?
What if women had access to the court system and were able to collect child support, no matter what?
Since we know that at least 60% of the population live from paycheck to paycheck, we also know that 60% of women cannot access our court system and therefore are denied justice. Single parents are denied justice because they cannot pay for representation in our own cruelly designed system!
We cannot continue that reality and shouldn’t in fact have that reality. We must put more thought into how women and children access legal systems that are designed to safeguard them.
This is the other part of the equation that Professor Galloway talks about, when lamenting what we are doing to our children, the female perspective, which is that women don’t have access to a court system that is guarded by $500 an hour attorneys. Women cannot afford to access this system. Because women can’t access courts they are not fairly paid child support. They lose marital assets because they want to protect themselves and their children. We need a dedicated space that allows women access to the legal system that doesn’t steal their children’s financial future.
Alberts Stoynov with Unsplash
We deny justice to women and children when we don’t build a means for them to gain safety and security in the legal system. Why do so many women suffer without child support? Why do so many families splinter because of the crushing need for justice?
I don’t know when it became okay to leave helpless women and children to their own devices, but this society has done this.
We don’t come back from this injustice until we make it free and easy for women to have access to the family court room. We have to make it possible for them to get child support and a fair split of marital assets with a positive planning system for the future.
I do want to walk as much as you do. Imagine the feeling you get when something important to you is disappointing. You would avoid that disappointment, wouldn’t you? I know I can’t walk very far and every time I try, I am disappointed. I am disappointed because my body lets me down. I am not the capable person I want to be. I am either in horrible pain which comes with a peculiar kind of shutdown of my body, or I can’t breathe. I am completely breathless and struggling for breath. If my blood is burning with adrenalin, I can walk further. The consequences of that activity are not pleasant.
I am (as is my body, the real culprit) completely unreliable. My energy gets a budget, I savor it when I have it and am in bed when I don’t. Some days I wake up and I can’t function, yesterday, headache and nausea…when I do have energy and feel okay, I’m all in for any activity. I can’t schedule anything and we don’t have a normal schedule. We haven’t been able to pick a day for grocery shopping weekly because I am just that unreliable. One of my ideas is to design a few exercise that I can do quickly without planning so that I can keep up my activity level.
BTW, none of these things happened overnight. These things occur in peculiar ways as time goes on. It is not as if, one day I suddenly had very bad pain if I stood up. Now, when I am walking and I stop, the pain intensifies badly. It doesn’t matter what the good reason is for my walk, it will always end badly with me struggling to breathe and in awful pain.
Some days are really painful. I can limp around, but the price of activity is absolute, I will suffer. It’s not a condition that I can take a supplement or even a medication for. The rules are all internal and not subject to interpretation or approval. Post Exertional Malaise
PEM is a full stop. You cannot function anymore. I experienced it in the times when I refused to stop working. It’s an eclipse of energy. I must lie down and it is the worst experience, from the top of my head, throughout my body to my feet.
Effects of Exercise on Fibromyalgia patients are not good and that is well documented. COPD same. Yes, you must keep moving, but you do not belong in a gym competing with others.
Without the nagging of my loved ones, I don’t know if I would ever get exercise. But I do get exercise, not much, and it’s the best I can do.
At each moment, I am doing the best I possibly can. Unlike the guy next to me, I’m always trying.
What happened to me? I used to be the most energetic person I knew except when PMS took me down. Otherwise, wow! I was faster than anyone I knew.
It’s not age,
it’s my illness and it’s my ability to say no. The more I say yes to people’s needs the sicker I am. I’ll never be better, because the part of me that cannot change lingers here. This is the place where I want to take care of everyone. This is the place where “yes” lingers foolishly trying to control my life.
I want to say I’m learning to change my behavior. God knows I can be better. But it’s not happening. I am, without a doubt, without hesitation, doing the very best that I can. I promise.
It is not coincidence that women come into their own power and a male loneliness epidemic begins.
From what I have observed about men’s behavior they have always believed that women are within the rights of a man. This is why there is so MUCH male behavior that must be corrected. This awful behavior of female ownership is pervasive. I don’t mean ownership like slaves. I mean ownership in the sense that men believe that their desires and wants are much more important than a woman’s and therefore they can be forceful and aggressive to get what they want.
Men are shocked when a woman says no. That’s when a man’s power and mouth is used against the woman. The man will use power to condemn and damage a woman. They will use their mouths to speak awful things about women. They do these things in full consciousness of what they are doing. Why? Because they have a right to do so (according to the damaged thinking of a man).
If you have ever listened to Joe Rogan you are deeply aware of how a man’s mouth is used against a woman. By some accounts, Joe Rogan has 20 million followers on YouTube. Listen to one of Joe Rogan’s shows and you will discover why there is a male loneliness epidemic! It’s clear in his attitude and verbiage. Constant condescension in the language. Insistence that Epstein Island participants were women who made bad decisions? Are you kidding me?
Google Reports the following: Minimizing Sexual Misconduct: In a 2011 podcast episode that resurfaced with widespread backlash in 2020, Rogan gleefully laughed as fellow comedian Joey Diaz described a history of pressuring roughly 20 aspiring female comedians into performing oral sex on him in exchange for stage time at a comedy club. Critics pointed to his reaction as proof of a toxic, dismissive culture regarding the exploitation of women in the industry.
This guy (Joe Rogan) is not someone you want to get warm & cozy with. His language of hate is very popular with men because men are struggling right now. But this tendency towards hate is ridiculous. Why hate?
Clem Onojeghuo with Unsplash 2019
Add this phenomenon to the fact that pornography watching is at an all-time high. Research tells us that men who watch pornography begin to objectify women (as if they already didn’t) and become disrespectful of women in general.
So here we are as women: the men we meet are disrespectful and worse, they objectify us.
Now do you see it? The connection between the Male Loneliness epidemic and the actions that males take?
Joe Rogan, let men know that they have to be respectful of women as human beings if they want to stop being lonely.
Part A — Hospitalization coverage (what we used to call major medical) You are automatically covered when you turn 65 if you are an American citizen. Everyone is covered under these conditions. You must have paid into the fund for a minimum of 10 years but can be purchased also.
Pays only 80% of care and has a deductible which is variable and based on hospitalizations rather than time.
No prior authorizations (a new program is rolling out in a few states, and it’s controlled by AI)
If a doctor orders the work and the patient agrees the work is done.
FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OWNED AND OPERATED
JB Collection
Part B — Covers outpatient care, imaging and bloodwork. Part B premiums are deducted from your Social Security check and it is $202.90, with an annual deductible of $283. Normally you will pay this insurance premium no matter what type of insurance you pick.
What percentage does part B pay, 80%? Coinsurance is 20%
FEDERAL GOVERNMENT OWNED AND OPERATED
Supplemental Medicare — Medigap will pay for what Medicare does not pay, for example, the Medicare A and part B copay of 20% for hospital stays and outpatient care. It covers a portion of Part B based on what plan you have purchased. Medigap is only available through for-profit private companies.
PRIVATE FOR PROFIT COMPANY OWNED AND OPERATED
Part C — Medicare Advantage Plans — Covers all health care, like employment-based care
BUT it is profit based and
those profits are made by slowing down care by forcing patients to get prior authorizations and/or downright refusing care.
Often, salespeople will not tell you your options, but will only explain Part C as if it is real Medicare. Part C is NOT real Medicare. Salespeople make money if you purchase Part C.
PART C is profit based and they are making billions from the Federal government. The profit is made by providing subpar care, delaying care or refusing care to the patient.
Copays can be extremely expensive. For example, radiation treatment for cancer patients, (in some cases has a copay of $80). But radiation treatment lasts for 25–50 treatments. Making out of pocket costs a minimum of $2,000.
If you become sick, it is very difficult, if not impossible, to switch back to regular real Medicare. Medicare covers all care equitably, not so with an insurance company. (This is not something that the salesperson explains to you when you purchase your first plan.)
PRIVATE FOR PROFIT COMPANY OWNED AND OPERATED
Part D — pharmacy only and it is required if you have original Medicare, it is not required if you purchase Part C Medicare because (theoretically) your medications are covered by Part C.
PRIVATE FOR PROFIT COMPANY OWNED AND OPERATED
The bottom line is that Part C is a very cheap option at first, but only as long as you are healthy. Once you get sick it is an awful bargain and depending on your health issues can bankrupt you.
You can’t switch back from Part C to original Medicare unless you are healthy for several consecutive years. As you get older this becomes impossible.
As with all things “health care in America” illness will bankrupt you very quickly and for 25,000–45,000 Americans annually, will kill you.
I was taught in school that the treatment of Jews during the holocaust was an embarrassment. We were told that America would never let it happen again, and yet here we are.
The Palestinians are subjected to the worst kind of genocide very much like the Jews from 80 years ago. Now the Jews are the perpetrators and are financed by America. How can that be? Most Palestinians are displaced and living in camps, with no operable infrastructure. Aid ships are stopped by Israel even when Israel has no authority to do so. Where the aid that is intended for Palestinians goes is questionable as Palestine faces wide scale hunger. As we know from the news, bombs continue daily no matter what cease fire is in place.
As is true in many wars, the treatment of prisoners is an object of shame. The prison guards in Israel exercise their dominance and reveal their beliefs when they treat prisoners cruelly.
The Gaza Strip is not the only place that the anti-Christ does his work. Cuban people are now subjected to a blockade that is causing widespread starvation. Cuba is now completely out of diesel and fuel oil. This is because of the American blockade.
And dare I mention the profit motivated detentions centers in America?
Alligator Alcatraz is officially the home of suffering and pain. The detention centers across America no longer provide healthcare nor apparently, enough food. Caretakers are cruel and profit for owners is the only outcome. Americans are drowning in shame and what is shocking is that there are no answers available now to save these victims of American hubris.
How do the prisoners end up in detention centers and more importantly, why? Under Obama far more were deported without the street level drama and without the need for as many detention centers. Deportation means deport! Why are we keeping them? Sometimes for months and often for no reason.
Follow the money. Who profits? This administration builds huge detention centers. 60,000 immigrants being held in detention times 152 USD per day equals 9,120,000.00 per day, every single day. This is a huge paycheck! Does this explain why immigrants have no health care and food is scarce? Of course it does. Anything or anyone that gets in the way of profit is soon legislated away.
The questions are, can you be part of a country with a private army that follows no rules and minimally follows laws?
Can you be a part of a country that finances a modern day genocide?
Can you be a part of a country that you are ashamed of?
The invisible ship orbited lazily around the Earth. The slow drift belied the importance of the mission. This mission is the difference between life as it is and the continued life of Earth.
The group assigned to this task labeled Earth, sat together in the large room with the planet visible via video signal. Each member had a report to give. Each report would shed light on the planet’s value to the Planetary and Universal Alliance. Each report will reveal this species’ achievements and failures. The decision would be final. No review possible. Not that those on Earth are even aware of the review. Their level of technical maturity didn’t allow them to see the ship that slowly circled their planet.
The leader was of the Ruggero planetary system. Her blue skin was translucent, and her features made her a great beauty across all species. It was her job to oversee the research and decision making that occurs when a planet is being considered for inclusion into the Planetary and Universal Alliance. Vantulo was beautiful and what humans would label: ruthless. She believed in her mission and did not make exceptions for species that were primeval in their approach to their own living beings. The planetary alliance could not allow the unwinding of the survival of living beings via an unhealthy alliance.
Much had to be considered when making decisions about inclusion into the alliance. The first item being considered is the social structure of the world that is being considered. Most importantly, of all the things that the alliance must include in the decision is how the world has structured the societies of their world.
When Veron responded to her demand for a report, he was working hard to keep his tone neutral. “Being on top of others in a pyramid structure is an old survival mechanism that many living beings have used for tens of thousands of years. Those beings that have reached evolutionary maturity capable of logic and intelligence do not need the pyramid structure to build a social structure and resulting relationships between beings.”
From a human perspective, Veron looked vaguely like a spider. His skin and eight legs were black ink dark, which made it difficult to see his features. However, no one missed his eyes. His eyes were massive in his small body, and they reflected untold wisdom that vectored across species. Veron’s home planet did not and had not, to anyone’s memory, ever engaged in a pyramid social structure. However, he understood the survivalist nature of the social structure. Who doesn’t want to survive? It was hard for him to withhold his judgment of planet Earth because of the results inherent in the social structure to their peoples. Many suffered and very few did not. Those who did not suffer were those that lived on top of this social structure. They amassed great amounts of resources and kept them for their own benefit, allowing those beneath them to die from lack of these same resources.
Veron continued his report:
“It is a mark of a survivalist structure to use a pyramid structure to stratify living beings. Humans continue to do so and have often been warned of the dangers of this strategy.
Their society considers those at the bottom of the pyramid to be disposable and unimportant. Those who live on the bottom of the pyramid may be murdered with impunity; they may suffer and die because resources are withheld. The societal structure is one of cruelty and malaise. Humans will fight and die to reach the top of the pyramid, often hurting or killing others in their fevered attempt to reach the top. Those who live in the middle of the pyramid will often close shutters and pretend that outside of their windows nothing exists.
Those in the middle of the pyramid are often greedy. Winning resources for themselves without any regard for others that are beneath them. This is the reason that this social structure continues to thrive. The weight of the population on the shoulders of those at the bottom of the pyramid keeps the lowest echelons down. It also allows for those above to abuse those on the lowest echelon.
The lowest echelon includes the weakest of the weak. Children and the disabled often live at this level. On planet earth, the leading society (called America) allows 60% of children to live on the lowest level of the pyramid. These children live in poverty, without resources to assist with life problems. These children die from lack of resources and from lack of power. They are also often the victims of abuse.”
This is the area that Veron found repugnant. This idea that there are living beings in your society who may be abused by those that are stronger. Expendable living beings that living beings refuse to value. There was never a concept such as this on his home planet. Thank goodness there was not, he himself had been born without two of his eight legs. Yet, he was not considered a burden by his family and his society. Veron’s vote is no to Earth. To be contd
