Choad Orcutt

 Ok. So the political clime is fucking brutal. I get it. I really do. And I’m up in arms about the Nazi-fication of our country. 

We might not be a Democracy next year by global standards.

I’m not a veteran. By the time I thought to sit for the ASVAB I already had two felonies so all four branches individually told me to fuck off. I tried but it was after I had discovered addiction and developed inappropriate coping mechanisms for even more poorly processed trauma responses.

I digress.

I’m currently working as a case manager. My clients are disabled. From Autism to IDD with the full spectrum of developmental, behavioral disorders and mental illnesses which cohabitate in the confines of the trapped minds and broken bodies of these folks, I’m encountering quite a bit of needs out there.

I’m also pretty intimate with the veteran population and the fact that despite VA attempting to support the overwhelming flood of service folks who are abandoned by our government, it’s an uphill battle. 

The current administration has cut thousands of federal jobs resulting in the loss of income and eventual benefits for veterans. Folks who have served loyally and continued to do so were sent home with termination letters indicating that they weren’t performing. 

So. I saw a Facebook post ridiculing Rosie O’Donnell’s apparent departure for Ireland due to the political clime - and I was curious. I thought based on my albeit limited knowledge of the individual making the post that he wasn’t supportive of fascism, and I was thusly (I laughed but I’m sticking with this verbiage) surprised to discover a post about nationalism. A post about white national pride.

A post about how NOW is the best time to be alive.

I called him out on it and drew immediate fire from some dame (again this is in regard to the individual not her sex) on his friends list who I absolutely accosted for voting for a convicted sexual predator - women voting for rapists is something I refuse to wrap my head around. Just won’t do it. And while waiting for a defense of this postion, I found myself unfriended and unable to reply.

Fine. Whatever. You’re a pussy and I get it.

Days pass.

Days.

I receive the following 

… full disclosure, yeah?

I chalked it up to hot air and him being a sad panda with no friends until this afternoon when my employer asked to speak with me about my FB settings.

I’m still courting disaster as my SNS is just ringing right now, but I thought this would be better than a post, or an assault charge. 

Couple of hot takes:

For someone who wasn’t worth replying to, you sure invested some fucking effort. 

For someone you’re accusing of being a “coward” - YOU avoided discourse choosing to block and then attempt to go after my fucking livelihood?

I mean. That’s the pot calling the kettle pot, yeah?

And prolly most importantly: what a fucking loser to self-identify as disabled and pull a discrimination card when you’re not enough of a fucking man to have a conversation about your backwards fucking beliefs and how those might conflict with reality. 

Also: shout out to HR for advising me that my privacy settings aren’t acting as they’re designed to. Fixed that in a jif