No sir.
No ma'am.
You most certainly will not use my voice.
You definitely will not corrupt my gift.
Nope,...no-siree...naw....naw....naw....
I'm not gonna let you manipulate the situation.
Uh-uh,...like hell you will...
I will not be bullied by you and your hearing world into thinking that I can be a tool for your benefit, for the sake of making communication easier for you and harder for me, for the benefit of your company and product that doesn't reveal honest results. I will not allow you to exploit me for the sake of that market and ideology.
Liah! Liah!
Pants on fiah!
I will not be proud and pretend that I understand you. I will not be led to believe that I am something that I am not. I will not lead others, as you'd have me, to believe that the quality of life is so much better when you can speak and hear. I refuse to believe that one who hears and speaks has a much better chance at opportunities than one who does neither.
It's in your head, Fool!...
It's in your head!
That's capital F, FOOL!
...in yer heyuhd...
I will not be your middle man for the one who won't sign and the one who doesn't speak. Hell NO I say! I ain't gonna letcha run the show because there is just so little that you know. Besides, it is not your show and neither is it mine.
...And I stepped outside and I opened up my arms and said...
I am alive...yeeeeeeeeehaw!!!
I'm a Deaf man who can speak and I speak pretty damn good for a fucker who can't hear a damn thing. Yeah,...I'm gonna brag about it but I'm gonna do it for a good cause. You can call it crazy and messed up but that's alright because I really don't expect you would understand anyhow...
I can use my voice because it belongs to ME, not you dumbfucks. Got it? I can refuse to use my voice because I have that right. Pues si! Oh,...and you can learn to sign. I mean, heck, I learned to speak AND I learned to sign so I don't see how you CAN'T learn to sign, right?
BUT Oh right,..you don't have time or respect for diversity. Okay,..I gotcha, bro.
THUMBS UP! Tsk! (wink)
I'm telling you,...you can do whatever you want with what you got and what you chose, but I have to say this,..you sold out, yo!
Bragging still...
I learned really early because I lost it all and when you lose it all, only then do you start to see others who never had it, actually prove to you that your thinking has a hearing world bias to it that actually reeks of discrimination and derogatory thinking.
You gotta swaller yer pride.
Pull up your britches.
Be humbled dammit...
Now now now,..I'm gonna include two links to vlogs of mine that have no captions and no sign language in them because I CHOSE, like parents are entitled to do so for their Deaf children, to address a hearing audience. Pffffttt!
Choices! Choices! Choices!
Bet your hearing aid can't catch every word.
Oh? Blame it on the accent.
Aw-rite!
Yea,..I get to chose whatever I want and however I do it. It's all about me, baby! I know what I know... I said what I said,...uh huh,...ME!
The purpose of re-posting these vlogs is to give you idiots a good, solid, and prime example of what an audist is. Oh yes,..I've been considered one many a time but I've had great teachers who have provided me with other prime examples and I've walked a good distance myself. Not just through my own doings but in the doings of others and I hope these vlogs give you, the idiots, an idea of what it is YOU do, knowingly or not, that is ridiculously rude and oppressive.
You see,..the two vlogs deal with TV shows that brainwash folks like you.
In the vlogs I talk about ABC's portrayal of Deaf children and Deaf people. I'm talking about how Marlee Matlin is being used. I'm talking about audism and what it entails. I'm talking about a manager refusing to hire some one simply on the basis that they cannot hear. I'm talking about teaching the world how to effectively discriminate deaf people without getting into licit terms, on primetime. I'm talking about bloggers who write some of the stupidest stuff because they buy in to that propaganda and illusory bullshit. The sad fact about these here vlogs is that I'm talking about issues that INVOLVE Deaf people and yet I've closed the doors of discussion that could INCLUDE Deaf people themselves.
That right there, me pally, is bona fide audism right before yer eyes.
Yep,...I'm aware of what it is and I'm mighty sorry that you choose to deny it exists or refuse to even try to get it. Maybe one day when you lose it all, you might just hear the call.
Pretty Cwazee...yea,...
Like I said in the beginning, Deaf people have a bigger purpose in life than to be trained puppets. They're here to tell you what you can't hear. They're here to cut your strings and broaden your horizons. They're not here as subjects for science. There is more to it than you may ever know...
Aye aye aye...on a final note,..I can use my voice to fight the good fight, to scream the Truth, and to shut the shitheads like YOU, YES, YOU!,...up. I ain't worried,...I've plenty of hearing allies and truth-keepers to put you to shame. I ain't playing...
And if I choose to simply sign in your face,..that, too, you must deal with. Sorry, folks,...I didn't come out of the factory like they had hoped.
Other than that, I'm out.
chicp
Monday, May 23, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Terlingua Tales: The Ghosts of Terlingua
There they were just a rockin’ and rollickin’ along the long and dusty trail in a gnarly looking Ford Ranger. They had on their usual attire and the smell of booze was a buzzin’ in the air. These three amigos were in the mood to walk around the ghost town just to shoot the cool evening breeze with a hard day’s sweat. You see the rambling three were about as much of a mystery to the locals as La Llorona was to the Desert Southwest.
“Who are those guys over there?”
“Is he wearing a dog chain?”
“Why are they using sign language?”
The tourist gawk and stare at us while the locals whisper hooey amongst themselves. Of course, we pay them no mind and tend to ourselves. One is off to the get a pack of smokes. The second went to the jail to take a piss while the third sits on the porch taking mental pictures of the situation. The shine of the sun is slowly fading off the tips of the mighty Chisos Mountains while fiddles and strings tease the atmosphere with ear grabbing notes. Everyone watches the eastern sky, as the hues of blues appear to consume the sheds of reds. A sunset has come and gone. The night has come and is ready to play. So play she said and play they did.
One declares the need to assist the Crisis Center by initiating a real crisis. The second proclaims that there are cops and fascists pigs swarming all over this here porch. The third hops off the bench and flips off the closed circuit camera as he hollers a loud burst of “Whooo-ey!” They all laugh and chuckle at the stunned audience and together they gather beside the ice chest to plot the next sequence of Truth.
After each getting another cold one, they return to the bench on the porch and resume their rude awakenings for the dormant masses that walk about with hardly a clue as to what separates them from us. Of course, they knew it mattered little that the people were terrified of them and it would be awhile later that perhaps the people would suddenly get the idea and awaken the spirit within. This approach doesn’t always prove to be effective but it certainly riles up many. It stirs them up to a point that they actually write about it in their local papers and publications that are found far and away.
Yet, as you would have it, the ghost haired lady by the name of Rude Anne approaches the three and points to the one in the middle as she grimaces her face and questions the other two,
“Who does that dog belong to and why is it on the porch and why doesn’t it have a leash?”
The three wryly look at each other then slowly they turn towards the Ghost Haired Lady and as they bare their teeth, they start barking like rabid canines. One was chomping wildly at the air, another was growling as he frothed beer from his mouth, the third was mad dogging her with the evil eye. As all this commotion takes place, the crowd begins to disperse and immediately the porch had been swept clean of any lingering trash.
All that remains are three wild animals and power hungry bitch, who having stepped three steps back, reaches for her cell phone and announces that she’s calling the Sheriff.
One replied: “You call the Sheriff, I’ll burn your house down.”
The second says: “I reckon you ain’t from around here, huh?”
The third mutters: “I’m gonna get a shovel.”
The Ghost Haired Lady scrambles to get into the Trading Post and seek shelter from what looked like Hell to Come. The Three amigos then slowly sit back down on the bench to finish their beer and cigarette before loading back up into the truck and rolling on once again down that long and dusty trail. As they wrap up the night and discard the trash, they fly past the cemetery passing the Sheriff and with a hootin’ and a hollerin’, they yell in unison,
“I still wish you the very best, with a FUCK YOU AND FUCK HER TOO!”
And so it is told, beware, for the Ghosts of Terlingua are out and about.
“Who are those guys over there?”
“Is he wearing a dog chain?”
“Why are they using sign language?”
The tourist gawk and stare at us while the locals whisper hooey amongst themselves. Of course, we pay them no mind and tend to ourselves. One is off to the get a pack of smokes. The second went to the jail to take a piss while the third sits on the porch taking mental pictures of the situation. The shine of the sun is slowly fading off the tips of the mighty Chisos Mountains while fiddles and strings tease the atmosphere with ear grabbing notes. Everyone watches the eastern sky, as the hues of blues appear to consume the sheds of reds. A sunset has come and gone. The night has come and is ready to play. So play she said and play they did.
One declares the need to assist the Crisis Center by initiating a real crisis. The second proclaims that there are cops and fascists pigs swarming all over this here porch. The third hops off the bench and flips off the closed circuit camera as he hollers a loud burst of “Whooo-ey!” They all laugh and chuckle at the stunned audience and together they gather beside the ice chest to plot the next sequence of Truth.
After each getting another cold one, they return to the bench on the porch and resume their rude awakenings for the dormant masses that walk about with hardly a clue as to what separates them from us. Of course, they knew it mattered little that the people were terrified of them and it would be awhile later that perhaps the people would suddenly get the idea and awaken the spirit within. This approach doesn’t always prove to be effective but it certainly riles up many. It stirs them up to a point that they actually write about it in their local papers and publications that are found far and away.
Yet, as you would have it, the ghost haired lady by the name of Rude Anne approaches the three and points to the one in the middle as she grimaces her face and questions the other two,
“Who does that dog belong to and why is it on the porch and why doesn’t it have a leash?”
The three wryly look at each other then slowly they turn towards the Ghost Haired Lady and as they bare their teeth, they start barking like rabid canines. One was chomping wildly at the air, another was growling as he frothed beer from his mouth, the third was mad dogging her with the evil eye. As all this commotion takes place, the crowd begins to disperse and immediately the porch had been swept clean of any lingering trash.
All that remains are three wild animals and power hungry bitch, who having stepped three steps back, reaches for her cell phone and announces that she’s calling the Sheriff.
One replied: “You call the Sheriff, I’ll burn your house down.”
The second says: “I reckon you ain’t from around here, huh?”
The third mutters: “I’m gonna get a shovel.”
The Ghost Haired Lady scrambles to get into the Trading Post and seek shelter from what looked like Hell to Come. The Three amigos then slowly sit back down on the bench to finish their beer and cigarette before loading back up into the truck and rolling on once again down that long and dusty trail. As they wrap up the night and discard the trash, they fly past the cemetery passing the Sheriff and with a hootin’ and a hollerin’, they yell in unison,
“I still wish you the very best, with a FUCK YOU AND FUCK HER TOO!”
And so it is told, beware, for the Ghosts of Terlingua are out and about.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Taking out the Deaf Trash!
I thought I'd take out some bits of Deaf Trash while we're talking about trash. I figured it would be a good way to get things cleaned up and put away.
Trash #1: Sign Language is hazardous to your health and will get you killed by gangsters who think you're stacking. People who wear hoods and use sign language are risking their lives.
Disposal: Stupid people are hazardous to your health and will get you killed. Never believe what stupid people assume.
Trash #2: PSE is what most Deaf people use today to communicate. As a piece of trash, I can verify that only a few people actually use ASL. What's more, I do not need an education or any instruction relating to American Sign Language. I'm a born expert piece of trash and I know all about ASL and Deaf culture.
Disposal: As a piece of trash, your argument is trash. Trash is only capable of making assumptions and moot points. Besides, trash doesn't know how to show it's face. They're ashamed and insecure for they are trash and they don't want to be picked up and hauled off.
Trash #3: It is good to report on other pieces of trash because it helps us boost our self esteem. Nothing is sweeter than the taste of vindication because it helps us forget that we're actually pieces of trash. Trash reporting is addicting.
Disposal: Acknowledge all pieces of trash and dispose of it properly.
Trash #4: Choice words are a reflection of yourself.
Disposal: Trash is Trash.
Now speaking of messes, check out the information below and consider the 309 million people in the United States.
According to the Annenberg Foundation, the average American generates about 4.6 pounds of solid trash a day. This would mean that the average American generates about 1679 annual pounds of solid trash. In other words, a family of 5 generates an average 8395 annual pounds of trash.
Talk about a Trashy Nation.
There are lots of other forms of trash out there but with the numbers already here,..I wouldn't want to overwhelm you further.
"Your reality is not my reality because what you call a reality is actually YOUR fantasy."
-old wise man on the hill
Trash #1: Sign Language is hazardous to your health and will get you killed by gangsters who think you're stacking. People who wear hoods and use sign language are risking their lives.
Disposal: Stupid people are hazardous to your health and will get you killed. Never believe what stupid people assume.
Trash #2: PSE is what most Deaf people use today to communicate. As a piece of trash, I can verify that only a few people actually use ASL. What's more, I do not need an education or any instruction relating to American Sign Language. I'm a born expert piece of trash and I know all about ASL and Deaf culture.
Disposal: As a piece of trash, your argument is trash. Trash is only capable of making assumptions and moot points. Besides, trash doesn't know how to show it's face. They're ashamed and insecure for they are trash and they don't want to be picked up and hauled off.
Trash #3: It is good to report on other pieces of trash because it helps us boost our self esteem. Nothing is sweeter than the taste of vindication because it helps us forget that we're actually pieces of trash. Trash reporting is addicting.
Disposal: Acknowledge all pieces of trash and dispose of it properly.
Trash #4: Choice words are a reflection of yourself.
Disposal: Trash is Trash.
Now speaking of messes, check out the information below and consider the 309 million people in the United States.
According to the Annenberg Foundation, the average American generates about 4.6 pounds of solid trash a day. This would mean that the average American generates about 1679 annual pounds of solid trash. In other words, a family of 5 generates an average 8395 annual pounds of trash.
Talk about a Trashy Nation.
There are lots of other forms of trash out there but with the numbers already here,..I wouldn't want to overwhelm you further.
"Your reality is not my reality because what you call a reality is actually YOUR fantasy."
-old wise man on the hill
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Deaf Comedy Jam
Roberta stated:
"When a hearing person approaches and talks to you, you smile and nod hoping she/he leaves you alone. I do that too."
Jocelyn:
"I do that alll the time...I fake a laugh too."
Mikki:
"I do the same thing unless I actually want to make a conversation, I would say get the paper or I walk off. *shrugs*"
Jose:
"Lmao!"
Nikita:
"I do it but not anymore.... Due to what happen..me and my friend went to a meeting..this hearing guy was talking to my friend, as she nod and nod and he pick up the chair..she start scream at him, he was like I ask you if I could have the chair and you say yea...NEVER WILL NOD AGAIN....."
Tia:
"Hahahahha @ Nikita.....and BELLE I caught on a looooong time ago....smh but it's cool LOL"
James:
"hahah I do that sometimes."
Lauren:
"Lol. I do the same thing too. Once I was embarrassed b/c one guy was talking to me & I just nodded my head. He left & came back with a hotdog! I realized oh gosh! He asked me if I wanted a hotdog!! Lmao!! "
Roberta:
"LOL at y'all. I fake laugh if a hearing person laughs. If s/he actually asks a question, I usually go, huh? [pointing to my ear], they mostly stop and leave. It always works for me. LoL!!"
Doris:
"I don't nod, I point to my ear and shake my head, they leave feeling oh so guilty. 'I'm so sorry I didn't know' ;)"
Roberta:
"There are some days that I don't feel like dealing with them, Doris. So that's why I smile and nod. Haha."
Doris:
"For me, smiling and nod gives them the chance to keep talking talking talking... Lol I should try that and see if somebody brings me a hotdog! "
AJ:
"Most ppl know that I can't hear....if I am with Amber and they are talking she usually is the one who responds and then I nudge her and ask her wtf those ppl want. If I am by myself I try to read their lips and if I can't undy them I go, "I...'m sorry I don't understand you. I can't hear." One time at the bank I was trying to get money out of my account by cashing a check and the teller was talking to me. I told her twice I couldn't hear and ended up having to go back outside to get my ID eventhough I had a check from my account signed. Amber came back in with me and explained to the teller I couldn't hear her. The teller told Amber she didn't know. I got mad and yelled at her in front of the whole bank, "I TOLD YOU TWO TIMES I COULDN'T HEAR!" boy was she glad to give me my money and shoo me out of the bank lmao!"
Roberta:
"And you end up paying for a hotdog, Doris! Haha!"
AJ:
"Depending on the kind of hotdog....those are YUMMY!"
Roberta:
"AJ, some hearing people don't understand that we can't hear and they continue talking. It's annoying!"
AJ:
"I know! I was at this place paying a bill one time and Amber was talking to the ppl that run the place...they know us cuz we go up there every month to make payments...and they were talking about how hard it must be for me to be deaf and having hearing ppl talk to me all the time. I told them "well it's not like I go around wearing a tag that says 'HI! I'M DEAF AND CAN'T UNDERSTAND A FRIGGING THING YOU SAY!" they died laughing so hard!"
Doris:
"Ohh!! I thought in that situation a guy offered to buy her a hotdog!
Yeah sometimes it doesn't work, especially in the club when males be trying to talk to you, you tell them "I can't hear" they assume u can't hear because of the music blas...ting so they come closer to your face and try to shout in your ear!"
Roberta:
"LoL!! Doris, he could have asked, do you want a hotdog? You nodded. He brought you and expected you to pay. Anything can happen. LoL!
Yes yes!!! It did happen to me many times. When the music stopped, I left a guy immediately right after dancing because I didn't want him to speak to me. Hahaha!!"
Tricia:
"My gosh, Bella!! you will be damn fool if u are laughing with him along....hahahaha"
Tumblin:
"Roberta, excuse me if you will...
You know what I think is badass?...When they do that shit and you're all like wtf I'm tired of this BS,...if we're gonna educate their ass we might as well sign to them in their face cause signing is the shit, ain't it? Make THEM feel inferior because damn, we're tired! Besides, they ain't paying us to read their lips, thats a job that don't pay, fool.
If they aren't at all receptive,...fuck it,..let THEM walk away with their tails between their legs!
We tired!"
Roberta:
"LoL, tricia.
Now that is BADASS. I should try that because I take a pleasure out of watching them feel like a fool :)"
Tumblin:
"Sign to the cashier, mailman, mechanic, neighbor, relative,..whoever:
Hey,..what? You never met a deaf fool before? Damn!" "Where's your pen and paper dumbass?" "Whoa you got thick glasses mofo" "Shit, whats that smell?"
But don't forget ...to smile when you're done.
Most hearing folks get scared if you don't.
They say" They crazy!"
Yea, we are..."
Roberta:
"LMAOO!!! That shit is funny!! BUT BUT BUT, you will be a fool if they actually SIGN BACK! :)"
Tumblin:
"Nah,..that's when you sign,..'pah someone aint a dumbfuck!'"
"When a hearing person approaches and talks to you, you smile and nod hoping she/he leaves you alone. I do that too."
Jocelyn:
"I do that alll the time...I fake a laugh too."
Mikki:
"I do the same thing unless I actually want to make a conversation, I would say get the paper or I walk off. *shrugs*"
Jose:
"Lmao!"
Nikita:
"I do it but not anymore.... Due to what happen..me and my friend went to a meeting..this hearing guy was talking to my friend, as she nod and nod and he pick up the chair..she start scream at him, he was like I ask you if I could have the chair and you say yea...NEVER WILL NOD AGAIN....."
Tia:
"Hahahahha @ Nikita.....and BELLE I caught on a looooong time ago....smh but it's cool LOL"
James:
"hahah I do that sometimes."
Lauren:
"Lol. I do the same thing too. Once I was embarrassed b/c one guy was talking to me & I just nodded my head. He left & came back with a hotdog! I realized oh gosh! He asked me if I wanted a hotdog!! Lmao!! "
Roberta:
"LOL at y'all. I fake laugh if a hearing person laughs. If s/he actually asks a question, I usually go, huh? [pointing to my ear], they mostly stop and leave. It always works for me. LoL!!"
Doris:
"I don't nod, I point to my ear and shake my head, they leave feeling oh so guilty. 'I'm so sorry I didn't know' ;)"
Roberta:
"There are some days that I don't feel like dealing with them, Doris. So that's why I smile and nod. Haha."
Doris:
"For me, smiling and nod gives them the chance to keep talking talking talking... Lol I should try that and see if somebody brings me a hotdog! "
AJ:
"Most ppl know that I can't hear....if I am with Amber and they are talking she usually is the one who responds and then I nudge her and ask her wtf those ppl want. If I am by myself I try to read their lips and if I can't undy them I go, "I...'m sorry I don't understand you. I can't hear." One time at the bank I was trying to get money out of my account by cashing a check and the teller was talking to me. I told her twice I couldn't hear and ended up having to go back outside to get my ID eventhough I had a check from my account signed. Amber came back in with me and explained to the teller I couldn't hear her. The teller told Amber she didn't know. I got mad and yelled at her in front of the whole bank, "I TOLD YOU TWO TIMES I COULDN'T HEAR!" boy was she glad to give me my money and shoo me out of the bank lmao!"
Roberta:
"And you end up paying for a hotdog, Doris! Haha!"
AJ:
"Depending on the kind of hotdog....those are YUMMY!"
Roberta:
"AJ, some hearing people don't understand that we can't hear and they continue talking. It's annoying!"
AJ:
"I know! I was at this place paying a bill one time and Amber was talking to the ppl that run the place...they know us cuz we go up there every month to make payments...and they were talking about how hard it must be for me to be deaf and having hearing ppl talk to me all the time. I told them "well it's not like I go around wearing a tag that says 'HI! I'M DEAF AND CAN'T UNDERSTAND A FRIGGING THING YOU SAY!" they died laughing so hard!"
Doris:
"Ohh!! I thought in that situation a guy offered to buy her a hotdog!
Yeah sometimes it doesn't work, especially in the club when males be trying to talk to you, you tell them "I can't hear" they assume u can't hear because of the music blas...ting so they come closer to your face and try to shout in your ear!"
Roberta:
"LoL!! Doris, he could have asked, do you want a hotdog? You nodded. He brought you and expected you to pay. Anything can happen. LoL!
Yes yes!!! It did happen to me many times. When the music stopped, I left a guy immediately right after dancing because I didn't want him to speak to me. Hahaha!!"
Tricia:
"My gosh, Bella!! you will be damn fool if u are laughing with him along....hahahaha"
Tumblin:
"Roberta, excuse me if you will...
You know what I think is badass?...When they do that shit and you're all like wtf I'm tired of this BS,...if we're gonna educate their ass we might as well sign to them in their face cause signing is the shit, ain't it? Make THEM feel inferior because damn, we're tired! Besides, they ain't paying us to read their lips, thats a job that don't pay, fool.
If they aren't at all receptive,...fuck it,..let THEM walk away with their tails between their legs!
We tired!"
Roberta:
"LoL, tricia.
Now that is BADASS. I should try that because I take a pleasure out of watching them feel like a fool :)"
Tumblin:
"Sign to the cashier, mailman, mechanic, neighbor, relative,..whoever:
Hey,..what? You never met a deaf fool before? Damn!" "Where's your pen and paper dumbass?" "Whoa you got thick glasses mofo" "Shit, whats that smell?"
But don't forget ...to smile when you're done.
Most hearing folks get scared if you don't.
They say" They crazy!"
Yea, we are..."
Roberta:
"LMAOO!!! That shit is funny!! BUT BUT BUT, you will be a fool if they actually SIGN BACK! :)"
Tumblin:
"Nah,..that's when you sign,..'pah someone aint a dumbfuck!'"
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