I'm tired of the actor activists who have profited for years by silently exploiting the damaging social conditions that keep them employed telling the most damaging stories in the most damaging industry in the world. Keanu Reeves will go out of his way to pay for kids to get chemo treatments, but hasn't lifted a finger to STOP the horrible gun violence plaguing the communities he's exploiting. The number one killer of young black males is gun violence and the #2 killer of all adolescents is homicide. Which means Keanu's real legacy has been encouraging it to happen. It's certainly not the top-down-charity bullshit that shouldn't even exist - no matter how much he hopes you believe it is. Think about it. These kinds of social atrocities wouldn't happen if Keanu Reeves and his kind didn't exist. If men weren't celebrated for adding fuel to a fire they created. If men weren't made into demi-gods for giving to the poorest just enough to keep them THE POOREST. Vacuous men like Reeves have little regard for human life. Their actions are all history will ever need to prove this. Anthony Hopkins is the same. He merrily made Christmas money a few years back, marketing his top-down-charity (his swanky candles) - using starving kids to do it. Paul Newman he ain't. No... instead of doing anything to clean up his own backyard (which spans a nearly 200-year-career) the man donated a PORTION OFF OF THE PROFITS... blah blah blah He's been standing there, in the Weinstein/Epstein pile of trash for the better part of a century - watching the ongoing exploitation of women and POC (which has only gotten WORSE since he took the stage) - hawking his FOR PROFIT candles under the guise of saving kids. What pathetic TRASH that is. They don't see it, do they? How we will ALL see them in just a few years time. How disgusting they have all become? The grifters who laid waste to a dying world. The grifters who have sold us doom, disease, and debauchery (and reveled in it) and nothing else - and in return replaced our children's heroes with the most worthless creatures of our time. We praise men who have never known what it means to build FAMILY. We celebrate men who can't even manage their own basic decency and decorum. We scream and chant and throw money at the same folks we pray our children will NEVER grow up to be like. Then cry in shock when they do. We have abandoned community in favor of empty men hiding soulless eyes behind false and phony masks. Aren't you tired of it too? The men who take advantage of our girls? The men who take advantage of our disasters? The men who hide like snakes in the grass in order to pounce upon or seduce any unsuspecting prey? The men who hide like cowards behind wealth and fame? Aren't you tired of them too? The kids are. NBC, CBS, ABC... what the fuck are those? The kids don't know and don't care. They are on Twitch and YouTube and TikTok. Disney is dying. The princesses have all been revealed as lonely men in drag sitting in their neighbor's basement, because nobody will come and save them. Empty, shallow, pornographic men, and their violence fetishes... have become anathema to all that is and all that is coming. Their minions are falling away. The glamour has been broken. No more will our young dance to their tunes. The Banshees wail in glee. Banshees, one and all. Raena Exe 07/06/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved.
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I have struggled with a learning disability, mental illness, and a genetic disorder my whole entire life. Perhaps I was born with the learning disability and mental illness. Perhaps they came on due to a lifetime of extreme trauma, neglect, abuse, and suffering. Doesn't really matter why. What matters is that there are a bunch of folks who right now are exploiting those of us who cannot stand up for ourselves, because we are different, and regular folks allow it. Places like my former place of employment, SITE Santa Fe, a non-collecting, non-profit museum at the heart of Santa Fe, New Mexico. Just prior to leaving for a work trip to San Diego, for the 2022 Inclusion Conference, I was diagnosed with a herniated disk in my spine. I was also having other profound symptoms related to my then undiagnosed genetic condition - which I had kept from my bosses (Clara Samayoa and Louis Grachos) due to the fact I was working for really shitty people. Fear of being further excluded, maligned, and mistreated by my bosses kept me (their HR Manager) silent about my own desperate medical needs (more details to come). But the herniated disk my boss knew all about, because I had been taking a few hours off here and there to heal it up. I was suffering from the herniation because I was driving 3 hours to get to and from work 3-4 days a week. (More on this later.) Clara Samayoa, my unskilled and cruel boss, knew perfectly well about my injury, she also knew perfectly well that I have intense travel PTSD, stemming from a violent sexual assault. (Which she mocked me for in our last meeting - more on this later too.) Despite my injury and pretty extreme anxiety, the woman who couldn't bother to comb her hair or clean the filth from her office, terrorized me just prior to leaving for my trip, as well as the entire time I was at the conference. Demanding all kinds of ridiculous things from me (things she would never have demanded of anyone else traveling for work under similar circumstances), simply because she could. She knew she could. Because SITE Santa Fe's Board of Directors had already decided they didn't want to keep me around. (I'll discuss possible reasons later.) A decision they made perfectly clear - in ALL of the ways they treated me - which was MUCH different than other (more preferred) staff. SITE Santa Fe's Board of Directors knew I couldn't take them to court. They knew I was a pay-check-to-pay-check single mum putting her kid through college. They knew I had no way to muster the $20,000 my attorney told me I needed - only after he'd already taken my last $2k to defend me. (More on him too.) My guess is that SITE Santa Fe will never grow to 50 employees - because then labor laws kick in. Clara, the stupidly empowered tyrant, knew she could make cruel and unusual demands of me in my condition because she knew she would never be held accountable. Because I was sick. Because I was poor. And because I had nobody I could count on. So, despite doing my best to deal with my medical condition, my PTSD, and the 28th anniversary of my mother's death, and failing quite miserably, I was scolded, ridiculed, and chastised into processing payroll remotely - even though I had informed my boss (several times) that I did not have a secure internet connection in my room (where we had planned for me to process the payroll). Ms. Samayoa insisted via phone that I immediately resolve the problem while I was in excruciating pain. Because I have always been a people pleaser, I bent over backwards during that trip to try to get Clara and SITE Santa Fe everything they needed. Despite this... I was fired shortly after returning to work - after being FORCED on a medical leave. From day one I was treated as an outcast and used for my abilities, by the folks who ultimately stole my medical insurance - the moment I needed it most. This... this is how we have allowed MILLIONS to suffer and die in obscurity - by allowing vile, greedy, ignorant and vicious people to control other people's well being. *The truth shall set us free. I've been living with a genetic, chronic, progressive, connective tissue disability my whole life, and several times it has turned life threatening. Sadly, this hasn't stop folks from treating me like trash, complete and utter trash, totally worthless trash - for most of my life - except for when they needed to manipulate something (like my labor, love, or time) out of me. Because of course, it's a dog-eat-dog world, it's the survival of the fittest, where only the worthy survive... And some of us are obviously the 'acceptable victims'. The calculated loss. A necessary evil to this capitalistic orgy. Even the non-profit, who stated profusely that they valued and appreciated me, threw me to the wolves rather than support me when I was dealing with yet another life threatening relapse. Instead of valuing my life they chose instead to do the absolute cruelest thing, by leaving me penniless, without access to any kind of medical care. And still others... like my stalker, chose to rub it (this genetic condition, where my body does not make collagen correctly) in my face. My sad, pathetic face. God.... what a disgrace. Of course, our entire system is built upon 'fair game', upon preying upon all the pathetic losers and their weaknesses. That's how the rich keep getting richer during these incredibly evil times. Because they have convinced society that some folks don't deserve care... don't deserve basic human dignity and care - because they simply don't measure up. Not to the standards our wealthy celebrity class has set. If only I had a spare chromosome on my 21st link... with that genetic abnormality I'd get all the help I could ever need. Sadly, I have never been deemed cute, nor lovable, and my genetic condition is still mostly ignored - because it only affects us lowly women. Us, the acceptably used, ridiculed, mocked, played with, and experimented upon. No matter what I said, who I said it to, or how I said it... help was never to be found - for someone like me. Because - I'm not the right kind of disabled. Do you get it now? Why I loath Keanu Reeves and his Top Down Charity, his weaponized compassion? He takes disproportionately from a society dying from a severe lack of healthy food and medical care, a society that allows him to exploit the weaknesses of our most vulnerable. And instead of fighting for a livable wage and healthcare for all - Keanu chooses to take from our sick society like a crowned king and dispense back to it like a petty fool. I need a wheelchair now, and I'm still fighting for healthcare. Things are progressing quite quickly now. And treatment... of course it's too far away for 'people like me' to even be an option. Because we're living in a society where my life and preventable death means nothing. Except to a small handful of folks. A slow death, by a trillion cuts... yet none of them hurts a fraction as much as the wounds inflicted by a community that has used me and abused me and then tossed me away like yesterday's trash. But Clara Samayoa, Louis Grachos, and the entire Board of Directors of SITE Santa Fe are the real trash, for using me up like a paper napkin and then tossing me away, quite effortlessly - just when I needed them most. The entire staff at Instagram and X (who use human souls like fodder for junkies, who see no value in us as humans, beyond a feast of flesh for others to choke upon) are the truly trash human beings. The exploiters, the liars, the manipulators, who ALL quite knowingly waste our precious time, our energy, and our will to live... are the real losers, in the end. For the world has well-and-truly gone to hell - evil is trending - and there's no bargaining with the devil. What's done is done. All bets have been placed. The roulette wheel has spun. The last word will forever be Mine. Though victory has been most sorely won. X 06/2024 © Raena Exe 2024 *All rights reserved. My crazy journey with the genetic condition known as Ehlers-Danlos syndrome has been a common one, I'm finding out. As so many of us are just now grasping our diagnosis - a diagnosis that has been unknown to us for most of our lives. I can't count how many times I've been seen by doctors for classic EDS symptoms and was misdiagnosed and mistreated instead. Every single time, as it so happens. As it is with most of us with EDS. Most of us have had to self-diagnosed with the help of today's medical community - and its flight away from traditional practice - towards being social media influencers. The exodus of doctors might have left a GIANT HOLE in actual physical care, but at the same time it has spread a lot of much needed (MUCH HOARDED) information out into the population at large. Even to the poor folks, like me. Sadly, one person's loss is another person's ability to diagnose a condition that has been mistreated and overlooked our entire lives. Of course, it might help if they actually did medical research on women because it's women like me who predominantly suffer from this genetic condition. Then again, if they actually treated us for our incurable genetic condition they wouldn't be able to profit from all of the 'chemical fixes' they sling at us - in the name of today's fad X condition. I wonder how much money us women have paid over the decades to be lied to and treated like rats in a cage. I wonder how many yachts our collective suffering has paid for. It's truly amazing how much the medical community has profited from the misdiagnosis of EDS. And even more amazing is that it has somehow convinced most of us that our symptoms are our own fault. The truth is, the medical community simply doesn't care enough to know much of anything about a genetic condition that affects more than 2% of the population. And so... we've suffered, many in silence and shame. For me, just like with so many who suffer with the hyper-mobility and dislocation type, it has been non-stop-war, literal war, with my body as the battleground. And like so many others suffering right now from EDS - I am exhausted. Literally exhausted. Sigh. Damn dog eat dog world, and all its winners. Since as far back as I can recall my body has been invaded - quite regularly - by inquisitive doctors grasping at straws. My body... my dislocating body... constantly fighting back against the entire world - takes up way too much of what I can remember. That, and everyone treating me like I was crazy... like it was all in my mind. Sadly, that's pretty common too, as most folks with EDS my age and older seem to be saying the same exact thing. Laughed at, mocked, treated as though I was nuts - given a million invasive and expensive tests, and cures that never offered any real solutions... I was the guinea pig for way too many barbaric doctors and surgeons, and all because they felt entitled to ignore their oaths to 'first do no harm'. I'm tired. So tired. This battle has really taken it out on me, and this too seems like the commonest trend in the EDS community. After a dozen surgeries and way too many injuries to count, I'm left with very complex medical PTSD. I'm left not only shell-shocked but physically tortured by their aftermath. It's a journey, I remind myself. A journey meant to bring me wisdom and better understanding. I take a deep breath and I recall... Sisyphus Exe 06/02/2024 “I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” |
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