Re-tard

*please do not read the blog if you are easily offended by the F bomb or the R bomb

Just when I thought everything was going smoothly and we were going to conclude our Paris Fashion Week with some Street Style Fashion, I get sidetracked by stupidity and now we have to talk about it.

So, apparently fashion designers, Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana of Dolce & Gabbana, gave an interview with Italian Panorama magazine and stated that… “We oppose gay adoption. The only family is a traditional one. No chemical offsprings and rented uterus. I call children of chemistry, synthetic children. Children should have a mother and a father with traditional values.”

 So then, rightfully so, Sir Elton John (@eltonjohn) fired back at the fashion duo stating, “How dare you refer to my children as synthetic. And shame on you for wagging your little judgmental figures at in vitro fertilization-a miracle that has allowed legions of loving people, both straight and gay, to fulfill their dream of having children.”

Sir Elton John concluded his statement by asking for a boycott of Dolce & Gabbana with #boycottDolceGabbana.

 I completely agreed with Sir Elton John and posted the boycott on my Instagram. Boy, did that cause a stir! You can go to my Instagram @ellieod and read the whole feed for yourself.

I concluded my post with #boycottdolcegabbana, #archaicminds and #retards. Boy, did that cause a stir as well! So now we have to talk about it…

Here are some of the comments I received on Instagram:

 

Yes, I used the word retard and I meant it. Apparently, some uneducated Instagram followers think the word “retard” only refers to people with mental/physical handicaps. Obviously, I did not use the word in this context.

Here is the Webster definition of the word retard:

 

THAT, you retards, @savvysane, @christine_m_leonard, @tcalandra, is how I used the word retard. And yes, Dolce & Gabbana are retards. I am now worried about you as it is obvious that you yourself use the word “retard” in a derogatory sense towards mentally/physically handicapped people. It never occurred to me to use the word that way yet it occurred to you immediately. I am sorry that I have a more extensive grasp of the use of the English language, understanding that words have more than one meaning. Yes, I called you an idiot, a hillbilly and a retard. I could have used bigger words but I thought you would understand these words best considering your brain is the size of pea. I mean, what do you expect from me when you ignorantly say:

 

 

You are, quite literally a retard. Own it.

Let me let you in on a little secret… ALS is a neurological disease. It basically means I have brain damage. My brain is so fucked up than I cannot even manage to neurologically send a transmission to my nerves to move my muscles. So if anyone is “retarded” it’s me. I would never use that word in a derogatory nature towards anyone with a physical or neurological retardation, i.e. me. I would only use the word toward someone who is an idiot like you. I would also use the word retard toward someone who abuses their children. I would also use the word retard toward someone who is a sexual predator. I would also use the word retard toward someone who uses the “N” word. I would also use the word retard towards anyone who forces their wife or daughter to wear a burqa. I would also use the word retard toward someone who is anti-semetic. I would also use the word retard towards a misogynist. I would also use the word retard towards a man who physically or mentally abuses his wife. I would also use the word retard towards those who don’t believe global warming is real. I would also use the word retard towards Boko Haram who kidnapped 200 young girls. I would also use the word retard towards ISIS who are busy throwing homosexuals off of rooftops. I would also use the word retard toward ISIS who are destroying ancient Iraqi antiquities. I would also use the word retard toward someone like you who is a homophobe and doesn’t believe that homosexual couples should adopt children, you fucking retard.

To the one woman who said on my Instagram “I need to find Jesus.”

 

 

 

I am so fucking close to Jesus it would make your head spin. When you wake up every day not knowing if today is your last day, you get pretty close to Jesus. When I beg Jesus every day to keep me alive so I can take care of my daughter, I get pretty close to Jesus. When I have 1 foot in this world and the other foot on the other side, I get pretty close to Jesus. When my lung collapses during surgery and I wake up gasping for breath, I get pretty close to Jesus. When my feeding tube ruptures in my stomach and I am rushed to emergency surgery, I get pretty close to Jesus. When I have ALS and I am left alone with my thoughts for five minutes, I get pretty close to Jesus. You, my friend, are in need of some Jesus yourself and not the Jesus you think of who discriminates towards homosexuals. You, my friend, need to find the real “Jesus” who is tolerant and loving. Actually, I don’t care if you don’t find Jesus as long as you find something or someone that will guide you past your homophobia.

I stopped responding to all of the comments last night for a couple of reasons. First of all, I had to watch the season premiere of Keeping up with the Kardashians and I didn’t have time for this shit. Secondly, I thought I would let the idiots dig themselves a deeper hole while I just sat back and watched.

Do you think I care if you unfollowed me on Instagram @marykimbell? Do you think I care if you unsubscribe from my blog? Be. My. Guest. It will be your loss because now you won’t know how to make fucking pesto.

To the idiot, @savvysane, that left a comment on my Instagram who said that being gay is a choice. Did you choose to be heterosexual? Did you choose to be an idiot?

Let me tell you another little secret. The morning that I was diagnosed with ALS, I didn’t cry. I held back all of my tears. No one saw me cry that morning ….Not my mother, nor my sister. I held back every drop of tears until I heard my doorbell ring that afternoon. I opened the door for my friend TH who rushed over to my apartment within hours of my being diagnosed with ALS. I opened the door and I collapsed into his arms and cried my eyes out. I was only strong until he got there and then I knew he would be strong for me. Here I am surviving ALS five years later and I have TH to thank. I would be dead without that man. Guess what to all you haters on my Instagram? That man, that man TH happens to be gay and if you think for one second that he doesn’t deserve to be a parent, there is something so wrong with you that you, yourself, should have your parenting license revoked. TH is the kindest, most evolved, humane, loving, forgiving, forthcoming gentleman I have ever known and he is the exact candidate to be a parent whether he is heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual or even non-sexual. It doesn’t matter… All that matters is love, fucker.

I have another friend who happens to be gay who has given me better advice that my own father ever has. I have only known him for one short year and I honestly have never seen a better father, or mother for that matter. If I ever need advice, this is the person I would ask. He has raised two children and loves them with all of his heart just like any parent would. Being straight or gay had nothing to do with it.

So now, now that I have weeded out the weak, can we please get back to decorating, cooking, watching reality television, Pinterest, juicing, finding a cure for ALS and Lyme’s disease (love you Yogi), celebrating my birthday, teasing my husband, loving my friends, raising my daughter, having tea parties, and allowing whomever to have whatever sexual preference they choose without being denied the right to parent.

*Something you don’t know about me? I am not really in your world. I don’t know exactly where I am. When you are diagnosed with a terminal illness and told you only have a couple years to live… You go somewhere else. You become a different person. Nothing and everything matters. You see the world differently. You see all the beautiful colors and all of the love and you also see all of the hate. I don’t have time for stupidity. I don’t have time for people to say that homosexuals should not have children. That is basically saying that a child does not deserve love. I received a comment on my Instagram from @ursulauribe telling me that I should just let people have their own opinions and ignore them. What kind of person does that! What kind of person ignores injustice? Not I. What if I just ignored everything? You think the problems would go away? What if people just ignored segregation in the South back then? You think it would just go away? Remember when women were not allowed to vote? What if we all just ignored that? You probably wouldn’t be typing away on social media if we had just ignored women’s suffrage. Another woman, @tcalandra, wrote on my Instagram, “Didn’t we learn anything from Charlie Hebdo?” Yes, @tcalandra, I learned that opposing opinions and prejudice can turn violent and that is not okay. Wrong is wrong is wrong. Yes, every hillbilly or radical can have their own opinions and express them freely but don’t be surprised when intelligent people don’t agree. It’s not okay to be a racist. It’s not okay to be a homophobe. It’s not okay to be a terrorist. It’s not okay to be a rapist. It’s not okay to be a child abuser. Just because you can be any of these things doesn’t make it right. Reckless and dangerous opinions are a threat to humanity and society. Open your minds my stupid (certain) Instagram followers who were foolish enough to open this can of worms with me. Educate yourself and evolve. The end, retards.