Monday, February 6, 2012

His God is one Saucy Dude




So, I became an activist and ran for office because, as it was put so eloquently by a local politician, I have an axe to grind. 

Yes...dears...I had an axe to grind.  It was a five-string Steinberger, but in one of the only truly selfless moments in my life I donated it to a school along with a $5,000 alto sax.  It wasn't really selfless, per se, I'm sensing my mortality and want to have something good about myself that I can say to St. Peter.     

The problem, my friends, is that in my attempt to work off outlandish amounts of energy, I come across troubling things that I actually have to fix.

Like arresting rape victims for saying a word meaning crotch while describing their assault to female police officers. 

-or-

Playing with the timing of yellow lights in order to increase revenue.

-or-

Harassing the wives of former employees so you can freak them out and keep them from suing you...(Hint: next time Google the wife's name to make sure she isn't a red-head prone to political activism).

Now...

as I've been writing what one of my friend's described as a "secret" crap-filled blog based on gossip and some truthful events in my life.

 I can't believe a friend found it.  Darn....Some secret, eh? 

Anyway, I was writing about my ex being pagan and I was corrected.  My ex isn't pagan at all.

Nope...

He's a Pastafarian

I kid you not. 

I did not know he bought into that little piece of school system activism. 

And he left his holy scripture in his work cubicle. 

His boss made mention of that right before she fired him. 

She wrote to a mayoral candidate, who just so happens to be her former employee's estranged wife, and told her that she fired him for being obese (which, by the way, is a violation of the ADA).  She and the city attorneys claimed that she fired him because I have an auto-immune disorder (another violation), that I had a master's degree (which just makes me want to publish studies to condemn this crap) and something else I can't recall. 

I've been wondering, though, in all seriousness

DID SHE FIRE HIM FOR WORSHIPPING PASTA? 

His former boss was highly concerned with what he ate and his weight.  At first, I thought it was due to a potential eating disorder on her part.  Her lies about me betray that she's a victim of domestic violence.  Many victims have eating disorders...but maybe...she could have gone after him due to her connections with Focus on the Family.  This woman, the city employed gossip, often promotes her affiliation with Focus on the Family and brags about the role her mother has within this spiteful organization.  Focus on the Family has been known to go publicly berate people who do not agree with their world view.   

That changes things.


Now we get to the troubling question....is this religious persecution? 

And the bigger question...

Do I need to get out there and see if there have been other incidents of religious discrimination out in this unfair town? 

Pastafarianism IS an actual religion (albeit atheism). 


These are army dog tags...note the FSM for Flying Spaghetti Monster.  Other people in various countries have won the legal right to wear headgear (pasta strainers) and list this religion in government documents and other legal forms.


I'm just putting the city on notice.  Your lawyers said they followed my blog so take note.  This is not a farce.  You may want to let the head of your raunchy HR department now that I have had to add religious persecution to my list of things to investigate. 

Stop it. 

People will laugh at Pastafarianism.  They won't laugh if you fire a Rastafarian, or a Mormon, or a Muslim, or a Wiccan.  Please tell me that you're not allowing your people to fire others based on faith. 

I'm laughing today.  If people answer my survey question in the affirmative.  I will cease laughing. 

Now, I've got to scrap my study and start other, gosh darn it! 
Don't make me resurrect my former plan.  Until I find another outlet for my energy, I can always hone it in on destroying those that destroyed my life. 

It is up to the city HR manager.   Don't let another soul tell me anything about that again or I'll put the focus back on the city. 

I always thought that the best way to refute the slander that Tax Auditor Supervisor spread will be

"you know, those things Ms. P. said are not true.  I was so worried that this would happen to another family, so that's why I got the union in there and the published the study that got the HR director and a couple of loony, lawbreaking lawyers fired."

Or, I can draw filthy art and sing filthy songs about a liar with that name. 

At my age and with my experience, I'll just stick to research.  There is more money and fame with that. 

She has no idea what lying about Mike cost me.  He refuses to go back into therapy now thanks to her running around telling people that he was in a small group for beating me and so she was going to do what it takes to can him because he scared her.  He was in group because his parents and his boss drank.  I nearly threw up hearing that little tidbit late last summer while interviewing a group of former city employees.  That gossip is still circulating.....and I had to hear it over breakfast of all places.

Ick!!  

Seriously...the half-life on gossip must be similar to that of uranium. 
The effects don't seem to ever die.

I'm putting the jerks on notice.  Take care of it or I will.....and it won't be with fiction. 

Be nice. 

Love ya,

S.

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