My Alienable Rights

     They’re gone.  I can’t believe it.  They’re gone.   My rights.   My rights guaranteed in the Constitution of the United States of America are gone.  All of them gone with three signatures; one of them mine; two of them my Legal Guardians, and none of this is legal, but they’re gone.  Welcome to my world.  (Welcome to Hell).  Welcome to Legal Guardianship and being a dependent in the United States of America.  You love America:   I hate it.   Down with the King of the United States of America.  Welcome to my world.   The year:   2042 After the Common Era (ACE/AD)

      “Legal Guardianship is a way to keep our vulnerable population safe.  That way, they can have their independence while being dependent on us”.   The first right they took away was my right to get married.  If I’m married, that means I’m independent and don’t need government assistance.  Besides, what if the Legal Guardians don’t like the person I want to marry?   What if they have a pet my Legal Guardian doesn’t approve of or is allergic to?  What if?   What if I could have a life without a Legal Guardian?

     They took away my right to drive a car, because what if I go somewhere my Legal Guardian doesn’t approve of?   Like church, back to college, or to a peaceful protest?   They had four people interview me for Legal Guardianship and one of the bastards asked what my religion was and because I don’t accept Jesus Christ as my savior, this half-educated nitwit took away my right to drive.  I can’t go anywhere and my right to peacefully protest is gone.  The Legal Guardians don’t want me in that march.   God forbid.  

     I no longer have the right to decide where I live, because what if the Legal Guardian doesn’t like where I live or feel safe where I’m living?  Doesn’t like that I’m not within five minutes of them, so they can parole me to make sure I’m not talking to somebody they don’t approve of or connecting to the internet.  Forget the Fair Housing Act.  What was that?   Forget none of my churches are in this shit hole.  Legal Guardians can now evict me from my home for not agreeing with their religious beliefs.   After all, I’m disabled so they know better, of course.   Or they think they do.  Then I’m placed in an institution where I am raped by the Home Health Aids.   But that’s ok.  They’ll just evict me from there and put me in a smaller place which I better make work out or else.  

       Remember, I am not allowed to have feelings my Legal Guardians don’t like or everything I own will be trashed and I’ll be a warden of the state of Florida.  The State where my Sunshine is taken away everyday.  My Hate of the United States.  

     And the Jerk Judge never asked me or my bullshit attorney whether I was threatened to sign this Legal Guardian paper.   I guess the judge doesn’t care about that or about me or about any of the laws in the Constitution he’s supposed to be protecting.   No, because then I might have power and the Legal Guardians couldn’t have that.   God forbid.  

     I also am not allowed to earn income or decide what to do with the Social Security Disability Income the United States of America is giving me.  Forget the Americans With Disabilities Act.  Forget the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, forget the Pledge of Allegiance:   With Liberty and Justice for All;  yea, all but the disabled.   No, because maybe they don’t want me to buy that brand of toilet paper.  Maybe they don’t like that cola.   I have to go shopping with them once a week and it takes four hours to get one week of food, because with each thing I buy, they’re concerned about saving three quarters of a penny.   Forget about the quality of the item, that fraction of a penny, that’s what’s important.  

     I am not allowed to sign a contract.  That means I can’t join a gym, can’t lease a car, can’t buy a home, can’t get married, can’t get a credit card.  Can’t, Can’t, Can’t.   I wish I could buy a gun so I could shoot myself and be free of my Legal Guardians.  Oh, I could appeal, but if I won, I’d be homeless and if I lost, I’d become a warden of the state and be moved into an even smaller apartment and everything I own would be thrown out.   Kill the King of the United States of America.  Bastard.  

      As I said before, I am never allowed to get married.  Forget that the United Nations declared marriage as a basic human right in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.  Forget that they broke off two of my engagements because “they don’t feel they’d be a good influence on me”.   Forget my dream wedding with my wife in a wedding dress, forget hearing the songs, “Sunrise, Sunset,” from Fiddler on the Roof,” and “Abi Gezunt”.   Forget having children or living in a place with people my own age.  No, my Legal Guardians only feel safe if I’m in a lockdown facility with senior citizens with Dementia and Alzheimers.  Great.   There’s no one to date or even talk to.   Why?   Don’t I enjoy talking about the weather or how much pain their in?   NO!!  No, I don’t.  Can’t talk about sex because they have absolutely no interest in that.  Kill the King of America!!!

      But the worse part is, I’m not allowed to have friends.   I understand the reason for this law, but it doesn’t apply to me.   For example, suppose I was a member of a gang or I was hanging out with prostitutes.   Then, my Legal Guardians could protect me and steer me in a better direction.   But I was never in any gang or cared about prostitutes.   Though one time my Legal Guardians sent me to a prostitute to make sure I’d be heterosexual; but it didn’t work.  I hate this country.  

     Then there’s the food where I’m living.  Cardboard has more flavor than this  food.   But it’s going to be okay, because I did research and we go shopping once a week at this institution (at Walmart) and I’m going to kill myself with acetaminophen from Walmart, then I’ll be free from the King of America.  I’ll have my rights back, ‘cause I’ll I’ll be dead.  I’ll Be dead but I’ll  be free.   I’ll be free.