tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17922507.post114790062256208082..comments2023-10-20T04:54:24.079-04:00Comments on Disability Rants: Getting away with murrrrrrrderrrrrrRanterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12866240284609012519noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17922507.post-1148835163967270972006-05-28T12:52:00.000-04:002006-05-28T12:52:00.000-04:00I love this column! The only problem is, we've ac...I love this column! The only problem is, we've actually got *two* stereotypes. The disabled crimminal sure blows the "sainted martyr," stereotype out of the water...<BR/><BR/>But darnit, it adds fuel to the fire of..."Disability only happens if there's a sinful soul inside the disabled body," stereotype...<BR/><BR/>I admit.<BR/><BR/>I once purposefully acted pathetic to get out of a French homework assignment I had forgotten<BR/><BR/>My bad :)imfunnytoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12942406430628029505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17922507.post-1148367376318119862006-05-23T02:56:00.000-04:002006-05-23T02:56:00.000-04:00I'm not sure about this inspirational and innocent...I'm not sure about this inspirational and innocent stuff. I know loads of dis-persons. Some are cool some aren't even close. You may be mistaking people not knowing how to interact as opposed to thinking everyone with a disability is up for sainthood. Cutting you slack may be their way of feeling bad for you. Which thus changes you from being considered inspirational to being worthy of pity. <BR/><BR/>If you really want to know how saintly they think you are, ask if you can hold their wallet for an hour to two. That should clear this up quickly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17922507.post-1148102469101808932006-05-20T01:21:00.000-04:002006-05-20T01:21:00.000-04:00Ugh you reminded me of some 40 year old alcoholic ...Ugh you reminded me of some 40 year old alcoholic man in a wheelchair, who lives in my neighbourhood. He pulls up beside you in the park and ignores that you are sleeping or reading a book and trys to start a conversation. He seems lonely, so you chat a little, then he pulls out his beer and starts spitting and horking all over the place,it so gross you just have to leave, because you don't have the heart to tell him to ef off.miss tangohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08384836548169924513noreply@blogger.com