Samantha finally asked me not to post anything else about her and her child in public, so I put all posts relating to Little Blond on the "friends" filter.  I did tell her that if she ever had any issues with my blogging all she need do was ask, because a little girl is involved.

Unfortunately, she thought that the best way to do this was by posting an obviously methed-out reply on  my LiveJournal that made herself look like a dumb slut, an illiterate and an ingrate.  Even I couldn't have done as good of a job trashing her.  She even claimed that I was sharing "private information" with the online version of her non-existent friend "Tiffany." Samantha often invents fake friends to "get back at people" on the phone.  

If a person if going to blab about her modus operandi to a friend, logic would indicate that using said modus operandi on said friend is stupid at best.  Does she really think I am that dumb?  I wanted to let her post stand, but after my response to her, deleting it was an act of mercy.

Does she actually believe that she can destroy me by revealing the "dark secrets," of the her co-habitation with us?  Yeah, I am an ill-tempered homosexual and I am in a marriage with a dominant who is a bit of a rake.  That's a big fucking surprise.  Yes, she sweet talked her way into Loki's pants, once upon a time.  They had fun, but that was in the past.  He dumped her more than once, because of her drinking and/or substance abuse.  When she came back with LB, her active attempts to destroy our marriage, to regain something that was no longer there just irritated me.  What kind of dumbass tries to get a monogamous husband enabler by having an extramarital affair?  Loki and I had to step up to the care of Little Blond, when mom was too strung out to be of any use.  We tolerated her behavior for the sake of the Little Blond until her behavior became intolerable. 

Oh well, at least she'll finally get some honestly earned income when she sells the "shocking tale" to the tabloids when I become famous homosexual adult entertainment comic artist.  Unless, I sell my own story first.  I am that much of a svengali and I am a Scorpio after all.

I had no reason to help this chick.  Her own doctor called her a drug addict before I finally realized that she was.  She came into our lives twice with the express purpose of destroying our marriage to the point that I was about to serve Loki with divorce papers.  That of course backfired, because she was so abusive to Loki that I went into protect my best friend mode, and he ran back to me. The second time was even worse because she was waving the promise of becoming guardians for her child, with her finger crossed behind the back and intending to continue sabotaging our marriage.  She did nothing but waste our resources.  Yet, I saved her life, twice, when she nearly died from septic infections that were related her drug abuse.  If I hadn't stepped in, Social Services would've taken Blondie away.  Loki and I were her offspring's parents when she was too ill and/or lazy to do anything other than ask her kid to bring her cigarettes or stick her in front of the TV with Barbies and a bag of chips.  We spent hundred of dollars to that we could barely spare, to ensure that Liz get the best education, good food, enriching experiences as arts and athletic events. "Mommy" was blowing all her welfare money on cigarettes, Arbor Mist and prescription drugs that she purchased from some chick named Deb and then crying poverty.  Then this woman has the NERVE to claim that Loki was "using her," and that we were "horrible parents?"  There is a reason why Loki and I never want to see this woman ever again, and we are hoping everyday that her aunt and uncle end up with Liz.  It's only a matter of time before either Ova Dispenser goes to jail/ODs/or Social Services steps in, and Grams health finally catches up with her bad habits.

Loki and I went through Foster Care Orientation and decided that being a Foster family wasn't the right decision for us.  Too much bureaucracy, too many weird regulations that are completely impractical for anyone living in a rural setting, too much liability and the deal breaker for me, no "ethnocentrism."  I'm sorry, but as a mixed-race Hispanic, I am offended by the very idea of being forced to dumb down children and deprive them of opportunities in our competitive economy because I am supposed to accept a stereotypical and inflexible notion of their "heritage" without question.  If I had biological children, I would not allow them to speak broken English or act like "Latino" or "Cholo" stereotypes just because some White liberal deems that to be their culture.  Last time I checked, I am not an American-born Mexican nor am I an uneducated thug from a "disadvantage socioeconomic background."  I am not inferior to any White/Anglo (which everyone seems to forget are antiquated terms that only specifically relates to non-Celtic Anglo-Saxon racial groups, but is used too freely out of ignorance.  I dare you to call an Irish person "Anglo" and not get yelled at.)   I am not disadvantaged because of my genetic makeup or abilities, on any level, and anyone who says otherwise can simply go to hell.  I make my own future.  I choose my own cultural identity, picking and chosing from what works best in my enviroment and what doesn't.  I am neither a stereotype, nor am I an ideal.  I am a human being with complex motivations and experiences.  No child of mine deserves to suffer the consquences of being pigeonholed, simplified and denied the opportunity to succeed in the society s/he lives in, just because pointy-headed scholar or useless bureaucrat, feels that they must celebrate "diversity" in the narrowest possible sense.  I speak fluent Spanish, some Taino and Italian, in addition to several other tongues. I will never deny my Motherland because the blood of Puerto Rico runs within me.  With that said, I choose to live in the Mainland happily and in accordance to basic cultural etiquette, I do as the Romans do.

On the topic, here's an awesome blog from Humanyms on the topic of Multiculturalism, Diversity and Difference.