Tag: America

I am Disabled. And no, I won't snap out of it.

Warning: this post contains naughty language. And a very annoyed fox speaking his truth.

It’s July, and that means Disabled Pride Month. I’m not entirely sure what that means, but if it gives me a chance to talk about disability, that’s cool.

I am disabled. Didn’t start out that way. Got sick when I was a teen and never got healthy. Doctors threw various diagnoses at me. None of them landed right.

I spend my days now in a recliner. Not because I’m “lazy” or “unmotivated.” Ignorant people love to throw those words around, don’t they?

No. I spend my days semi-horizontal because moving around causes unbearable pain. Trust me; I would effing love to get out of this chair. I want to plant seeds. I want to see a movie. I want to grab a burger and fries.

But I spend my days in this chair, because it hurts to move, and because the noise, light, movement, and bullshit outside overloads my brain. It goes into shutdown mode so I can’t cope.

That isn’t a choice I make; that’s a neurological short-circuit. And anyone who doesn’t get that, and still thinks I’m lazy, can kiss my big, fat, disabled chair-sittin’ ass.

How’s that for pride, right? LOL

I don’t put up with idiots, no I don’t. Close-minded fools make me crazy. If others can’t take a second to examine my situation, and instead just want to throw a label? I don’t grant them a second of my time, either. I throw a label right back: idiot. Come back when you have some empathy or compassion. ‘Til then, this is my space. Get out.

I wasn’t always this harsh. I used to let people walk over me. I used to be “nice.” But assholes ruined it. You can only be walked on for so long, before you get tired of it.

It was exhausting. Always offering a smile when people judged me. Apologizing for myself, for things I couldn’t fix, for “faults” that were not choices I made. This illness was something that happened to me. It wasn’t directed by some deity, it wasn’t the outcome of some bad habits. It was a virus that never got better.

(And even if the illness did come from “bad habits,” it still would never be another person’s place to judge. That is not their right. Full stop.)

You cannot just “snap out of it” or “feel better” when an illness is draining every ounce of your soul. You cannot just leap out of your chair and dance around doing chores. You cannot even answer email, when your entire nervous system barely operates. It’s like asking a computer to do quantum math with the GPU offline.

I am so goddamn tired.

So yeah. I’m disabled. I own it; I accept it. And I love myself.

Anybody who’s got a problem with that, has got a problem with me. I am unashamed and ready to take them down.

This whole society is built on shaming the poor, sick, and desperate. I think it’s time we all stood up and said, “You know what? Shame on you, instead. You heartless fucks.”

It’s time for things to change.

Photo by TOMOKO UJI on Unsplash

July 7, 2026
America? What. The. F_ck.

Photo credit: REUTERS/Cheney Orr.

Before I launch into this article, I need to say something important.

To the unknown woman in this picture: I see you. I am sincerely sorry you were in that situation. You must have felt terrible. Had I been there, I would have sat with you to make sure you were not alone. …I like to think any decent person would.

I am ashamed of the United States today.

Since the election, I’ve had so many reasons to feel embarrassed: the pitiful lack of representation, the disgusting corruption, the utter incompetence. Never mind the masturbatory self-glorification of a man unqualified for the role of “dog walker,” much less Leader of the Free World.

Today, however, for the first time, I feel true shame for what America has become.

Now, why do I say that? Well, look at the picture above. It’s a snapshot of a Washington D.C. metro train filled with what seems to be the world’s worst Halloween party, ever.

But it’s not. Those guys in masks are the “Patriot Front,” and they are the very antithesis of what it means to be American. Seriously.

What is an American?

Micro history lesson! Do you remember back in school, when they taught about what “America” means? They probably mentioned the “Land of the Free,” and the “Home of the Brave.” Maybe talked about the Great Melting Pot, and how everyone was welcome, or maybe quoted the lines written on the Statue of Liberty: “Bring us your tired, your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…?” (The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me. Yeah I had to memorize it, so sue me. I do the Dec. of Independence too. :P)

Anyway! So that kind of stuff is what it traditionally means to be American. That is what your parents, and grandparents, and great-grandparents, all believed when each put a hand on their heart and pledged allegiance to the flag. As we all did, every day before school. Yes, really.

The Patriot Front’s America

First a disclaimer: I’m not an expert in their thinking. Nor do I want to be. But they identify as both white supremacist and neo-fascist, so here is my take on it:

The Patriot Front wants only the palest kind of freedom. Never the brown kind.

Therefore, our entire history, you know, the last 400 years or so? All the people from all the other countries, all those wonderful cultures that came together and gave us fabulous turkey and maize, okra and greens, pasta and stromboli, tacos and frijoles… okay yeah I’m hungry, I admit it… None of that is valid to Patriot Front. Only the white people count.

Now, for the record, I seem to recall the pale people were actually one of “huddled masses” starting back in 1607. Just keeping score here. M’kay?

To summarize, Patriot Front directly opposes the concept of land of the “free and the brave.” For truly, if they represented freedom, they would allow people to be themselves. And if they had any bit of bravery, they would take off those ridiculous punk-ass wannabe-Klansy masks.

…Just sayin’.

To Conclude

We live in a country where it should be obscene to have white-masked racists roaming free in our nation’s capital. It should be obscene to have them anywhere.

If that picture does not outrage you, then your morality must be asleep. WAKE UP!

This is America, damn it! We do not allow this kind of shit. Regular, decent people need to live their lives around here.

Clear this wannabe-Klansy trash off the streets. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

July 5, 2026
Musk is Not a Trillionaire. It's Imaginary Money.
This is a silly article that tries to make a somewhat-serious point: everyone’s shouting how Musk is a trillionaire, but no one’s examining what an illusionary concept that really means. We might as well call him any silly name. And I have one in mind. I posted this on Substack in early 2026.
~FloxMonster™, July 20, 2026

Image Credit: Gage Skidmore. License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International. My alterations: square crop, blur of everyone but subject, addition of words, sparkles, and a moderately inappropriate fruit.

Musk is Not a Trillionaire. It’s Imaginary Money.

Sorry all you Musk fans (if any still exist), but he is NOT really a “trillionaire.” I know the media love to say it, but no, he’s actually… really not.

In fact, you might as well make up any other title to give him, like “Abracadildodaire.” (My personal favorite.) Because Musk does not possess one trillion dollars. Nope. Nobody handed him a big chest full of dollars. No one ever will.

Go straight to jail, do not pass “Go,” do not collect one trillion dollars.

So why do they call him a Trillionaire?

Why do they call him that? Well, first the obvious reason: it makes great headlines. Everyone will click and gush, “omagah he’s a trillionaire! … Wait, what’s a trillionaire.”

Exactly. What’s a trillionaire?

About the same thing as an Abracadildodaire.

The media call him a “trillionaire” because he owns a lot of property (stock) that, on a good day, if he were to sell it, would be valued at its current price around one trillion dollars. Here’s the catch: he will not sell that. Because if he did, he would no longer own those companies.

So in truth, he owns an idea that is theoretically worth… whatever the market says… if he ever were to cash out… which he won’t.

Yeah.

Also, Money is Fake.

I’m just going to toss this one in because I like to repeat myself: money is fake. Dollars are only worth what rich people and the government tell us it is. Seriously. We haven’t had a real basis for our money in decades.

There isn’t any gold behind a dollar. There hasn’t been since April 20, 1933. We’re coming up on a century with completely fabricated, imaginary basis for our currency.

Money is literally whatever they tell us it’s worth. Because they say so. No other basis. No other value.

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So yeah. We might as well call Musk an Abracadildodaire. That’s actually what a “trillionaire” is worth.
June 19, 2026
Trump Torments All Americans with His Medicaid Chaos.
This article concerns a policy-change by the Trump Administration about Medicaid. I voice my serious concerns about the topic, and how it will affect Americans including myself. I posted this on Substack in early 2026.
~FloxMonster™, July 25, 2026

My mood has been off for a few days.

I had to sit tonight; I had to think about why.

Finally I realized: I’ve been unsettled since I read about Trump’s new Medicaid requirements. The ones so messed that even Nebraska, which tried to launch them early, just stepped back and went, “wait, what?” [source: AP News].

In a nutshell, Trump’s Administration has decided to make it ridiculously hard for Americans to get the essential medical coverage that we need to survive. Why? Why would they do such a thing?

I can only speculate. Maybe they think Americans don’t deserve it. Or maybe they believe being overwhelmed by inflation and illness somehow reduces a person’s value.

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You know, growing up, my community taught me it was a sin to shame the sick. It was even worse to attack or harm them. My grandfather used to drive his neighbors to appointments, and help them with groceries, when they couldn’t make it.

What happened to those American values?

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So now Trump is imposing Draconian restrictions on the ill. The Administration is telling them:

You don’t deserve your medication. You don’t deserve medical care. Basically? Go die. You’re a drain on our society.

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No. I refuse to stand for this.

A civilized society cares for its elderly and poor. That is literally the definition of civilization. To be otherwise is just like beasts.

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Photo by Maria Ionova on Unsplash

Full disclosure: I have “skin in this game.” I personally am affected by this ludicrous shaming of the poor, this supercilious attempt to declare Medicaid recipients as “lazy” or “not sick enough.”

I require Medicaid literally in order to survive; without it, my body will disintegrate. And given the current insurance-bloated, barely-regulated, private care American system, there is no way that I (nor anyone currently on Medicaid) could afford the care I need. That’s reality.

Taking away Medicaid is, in fact, the same as saying “go die.” It isn’t exaggeration.

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I also want to address the others on Medicaid. The Administration delights in painting the picture of some fat slobs lounging on a couch somewhere, too lazy to find work.

Let me push back on that.

The people on Medicaid are all colors, including Black, Brown, and yes – absolutely – White. Here are some I know:
- They are the elderly living on fixed incomes. Think of your grandma.
- They are the unemployed who can’t find a decent job in this crap economy. Or they are working a job, but it doesn’t pay their bills. Have you seen how much stuff costs right now?
- They are the divorced moms (or dads!) stripped of their second income but still raising hungry kids.
- They are regular Americans just barely surviving.
These are the people Trump is tormenting, with his Medicaid restrictions. And that is the word I choose on purpose: tormenting. He is tormenting Americans, by dangling this life-saving service just out of reach.

Trump is going, “nyah nyah nyah we’ve got ours but you can’t have this. PROVE that you’re too sick to work. Prove it! Go before a panel and do a dance for us. Display in public how pitiful you are.”

Is this how we treat our neighbors?

My grandfather would have had stern words to say to you, Mr. Trump.

©2026 Wyvern Dryke – All Rights Reserved.
June 15, 2026
America Needs a New Slogan
I’m Kinda Tired of being “Great Again.”

Okay, are we “great again” yet? Debt’s up, inflation’s up, we’re at war, public assistance is way down, Constitution is in the toilet…

Yeah okay, so it’s officially time to ditch the “Make America Great Again” slogan. Let’s just accept that and move on. No seriously, you in the back, sit down. We’re done with it.

I have some suggestions for a new slogan we can all get behind. Not just half of us.

Please vote for your favorite. 🙂
We could also promote one of our existing slogans…
- E. Pluribus Unum (“Out of Many One,” America’s slogan for centuries)
- Sic Semper Tyrannis (“Thus Always to Tyrants,” Virginia’s slogan for centuries, coupled with a picture of a warrior stomping on a dead king)
Let me know what you think in the comments. But uh, you in the back? Don’t come in here slinging ignorance. You won’t find a friendly forum.

Photo by Luke Michael on Unsplash
May 13, 2026