This has been an exhausting week for Texas government involving crimes against humanity — and that’s just Appropriations. (I kid. But not about that).
I covered the Texas Youth Commission emergency session where legislators, invoking “conspiracy and coverups” sent law enforcement out to stop the shredding of documents, and the hiring of the Special Master investigator which led to Thursday’s joint “no confidence” vote by the house and senate. The vote is symbolic, it has no legal impact, but they’re telling the governor to fire the TYC board.
I had Thursday off but saw the emotional testimony on the news, my colleagues told me most everyone in that room was crying.
“Staff are being paid your tax money to rape your children.” Randal Chance, a retired inspector general for TYC.
Democratic Rep. Jim McReynolds to the TYC board:
“We’re not connecting. You are good people, but I think you have forgotten you are responsible for 5,000 children. You are reading allegations and saying we don’t have the resources to do anything. I read last night til I wanted to vomit. If I had heard a child had been raped I would have acted immediately. The system is broken, you’re part of that broken system. How do you go to sleep at night?”
Grits For Breakfast says enough with the preening, everyone is culpable.
And Kuffner, who says if you think the scandal is as bad as it’s going to get think again.
As for how I’m doing, so far so good, my employers know I live with severe and persistent mental illness so I don’t have to hide my quirks and cognitive confusion which always pop up under stress.
If you’re mentally ill you have to know yourself and I do, I’m so worried that I’ll flip into a manic episode or acting out that I’m taking every precaution, and doing it so far med-free with lots of yoga, nutrition, walking, hygiene, post it reminders, pay bills, keep the cats fed and watered, pens, paper, all lined up, car fare, preparation, the works. And read a poem a day, because none of it matters if I don’t tend to my soul. Bukowski tonight —
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.
More soon, til then, kisses.