June 25, 2011
Ellira's Room: A Letter to the Governer
Ellira's Room: A Letter to the Governer: "Dear Governor Walker: You have officially made me abhore being a Wisconsonite. You are an embarrassment to our state and almost everyone ..."
A Letter to the Governer
Dear Governor Walker:
You have officially made me abhore being a Wisconsonite. You are an embarrassment to our state and almost everyone in my family is moving because of your "changes". Your lack of empathy for the sick and feeble is close to that of Hitler in WWII. The decisions you are making regarding Social Security, Disability and tax raises against the most poor who need every dollar available to put back into the economy to end our Modern Era Depression. How you treat the old and sick is similar to his test programs before he began genocide. Instead, you are making Wisco-cide. I agree that programs need to be adjusted - YES. Do we blame people who gave it everything they had (many of whom get sick right at the end of their career leaving them 5 or 10 years from their retirement package) yet because they do not have children, the funds that they paid their taxes to pushes them aside because this one has kids and has never worked a day in her life.
Did you ever stop to think that most people on disability do not want to be? I sure don't. Having my back broke in 7 places, working 30+ hours too many with fibromyalgia for years, complications from fibromyalgia causing many surgeries and some cancer. I am 28, starting menopause and in complete pain every time I move. I am looking for a bonus of living on less than $1,000 and told I have to have a child in order to survive on the system - being told this by State workers - and I am being told I choose this life over making 2.5 times that in the real world? Are you insane?
I do not like being labeled and condemned when I hand over my insurance card. I do not like being told that I "look" healthy by people who are not doctors. And the doctors! Poking and prodding and testing and drugging beyond irritation by over 20 in the last 3 years - all of which agree that I need to stay home seen as they have me drugged, still in pain and miserable. So rather than going work 40+ hours a week to the high-paced insurance agencies, mastering my craft, opening my own agency before I was 30 - gone. Gone with the straw that broke the camels back and dropped me in this lovely oasis in the Real World Desert. I cannot stand being away from work and struggling to figure out what and how to move on with my life. I do not like being told to have a baby by the foodstamp people when I am infertile and just suffered another miscarriage because I am worth $30 NOT pregnant and $300+ if I am pregnant. And why do they have all those kids again?
Your standards are weak, your plan weaker, your integrity - translucent. I am ashamed that someone like you represents someone one like me. My life is hard and I try to do my best to support myself without the yearly raises those on social security are granted. We don't get a discount on gas, even though we travel the least. We don't get a discount on clothes, even though we can't afford all but new underwear. We can't afford entertainment, besides why does someone who has lost their morale need to be cheered up. We don't get to choose the doctors as they all prescribe medicines that kill.
Why am I not at work? Because I'm not allowed. I cannot concentrate or more simply, sit at the desk, for long periods of time due to drugs that have worse side effects and more latency than marijuana - even though that is natural and not nearly as intoxicating or addictive as Morphine - the Granny Killer. Everyone who works in a nursing home or has paid attention to what the state does to the elderly who do not have private insurance - they give them loads of mophine and heart medication. Why? Because morphine distresses and eventually shuts down the heart and lungs and another grama in the home, only having the state check of $300 to pay the home who otherwise charges $5,000 dies in her sleep. They turned me into the granny. My life is changing. Will I figure it out? Yes. Can I afford to miss one step, which is so stressful it keeps me from sleeping, ergo healing to go back to work. Most of my time is spent on the phone arguing with the government and people like landlords who regularly abuse the benefits and charity offered to the disabled, forcing those who could otherwise make it to request more government and charitable funds.
We need to have a serious talk Mr. Governor. You really need to examine your own workers and CREATE, INVENT, ENLIGHTEN us with new ideas, new concepts. I have my own and I will be heard when I am finished. But until then you represent me. I am not your drone. Your business is to take care of people through representation - not making people take care of your business because you represent them. Your job is to keep up happy. Our job is to pay our taxes so that you get paid to do that and to do things in a reasonable, legal, prudent manner. You are taxing the wrong people, you are insulting the wrong people, and you work with no one.
Thank you for your time Comrade Walker. I am glad to be apart of this neo-Communist state you just created.
Most heartily sincere,
Miss Courtney E. McMillan
You have officially made me abhore being a Wisconsonite. You are an embarrassment to our state and almost everyone in my family is moving because of your "changes". Your lack of empathy for the sick and feeble is close to that of Hitler in WWII. The decisions you are making regarding Social Security, Disability and tax raises against the most poor who need every dollar available to put back into the economy to end our Modern Era Depression. How you treat the old and sick is similar to his test programs before he began genocide. Instead, you are making Wisco-cide. I agree that programs need to be adjusted - YES. Do we blame people who gave it everything they had (many of whom get sick right at the end of their career leaving them 5 or 10 years from their retirement package) yet because they do not have children, the funds that they paid their taxes to pushes them aside because this one has kids and has never worked a day in her life.
Did you ever stop to think that most people on disability do not want to be? I sure don't. Having my back broke in 7 places, working 30+ hours too many with fibromyalgia for years, complications from fibromyalgia causing many surgeries and some cancer. I am 28, starting menopause and in complete pain every time I move. I am looking for a bonus of living on less than $1,000 and told I have to have a child in order to survive on the system - being told this by State workers - and I am being told I choose this life over making 2.5 times that in the real world? Are you insane?
I do not like being labeled and condemned when I hand over my insurance card. I do not like being told that I "look" healthy by people who are not doctors. And the doctors! Poking and prodding and testing and drugging beyond irritation by over 20 in the last 3 years - all of which agree that I need to stay home seen as they have me drugged, still in pain and miserable. So rather than going work 40+ hours a week to the high-paced insurance agencies, mastering my craft, opening my own agency before I was 30 - gone. Gone with the straw that broke the camels back and dropped me in this lovely oasis in the Real World Desert. I cannot stand being away from work and struggling to figure out what and how to move on with my life. I do not like being told to have a baby by the foodstamp people when I am infertile and just suffered another miscarriage because I am worth $30 NOT pregnant and $300+ if I am pregnant. And why do they have all those kids again?
Your standards are weak, your plan weaker, your integrity - translucent. I am ashamed that someone like you represents someone one like me. My life is hard and I try to do my best to support myself without the yearly raises those on social security are granted. We don't get a discount on gas, even though we travel the least. We don't get a discount on clothes, even though we can't afford all but new underwear. We can't afford entertainment, besides why does someone who has lost their morale need to be cheered up. We don't get to choose the doctors as they all prescribe medicines that kill.
Why am I not at work? Because I'm not allowed. I cannot concentrate or more simply, sit at the desk, for long periods of time due to drugs that have worse side effects and more latency than marijuana - even though that is natural and not nearly as intoxicating or addictive as Morphine - the Granny Killer. Everyone who works in a nursing home or has paid attention to what the state does to the elderly who do not have private insurance - they give them loads of mophine and heart medication. Why? Because morphine distresses and eventually shuts down the heart and lungs and another grama in the home, only having the state check of $300 to pay the home who otherwise charges $5,000 dies in her sleep. They turned me into the granny. My life is changing. Will I figure it out? Yes. Can I afford to miss one step, which is so stressful it keeps me from sleeping, ergo healing to go back to work. Most of my time is spent on the phone arguing with the government and people like landlords who regularly abuse the benefits and charity offered to the disabled, forcing those who could otherwise make it to request more government and charitable funds.
We need to have a serious talk Mr. Governor. You really need to examine your own workers and CREATE, INVENT, ENLIGHTEN us with new ideas, new concepts. I have my own and I will be heard when I am finished. But until then you represent me. I am not your drone. Your business is to take care of people through representation - not making people take care of your business because you represent them. Your job is to keep up happy. Our job is to pay our taxes so that you get paid to do that and to do things in a reasonable, legal, prudent manner. You are taxing the wrong people, you are insulting the wrong people, and you work with no one.
Thank you for your time Comrade Walker. I am glad to be apart of this neo-Communist state you just created.
Most heartily sincere,
Miss Courtney E. McMillan
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