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  • Yes, I think I would want to live.

    I don’t think we can truly empathize with how strong our will to live is.

    Also, I think questions like these tend to cause us to dehumanize folks with disabilities. (Edit: correction, I don’t think it’s the question that dehumanizes folks with disabilities, I think it is the thoughtless answer given by folks that tends to dehumanize)

    Folks with disabilities absolutely can contribute to society. The most obvious example is Stephen Hawking. He could only move his eyeballs or something ridiculous like that, although I believe he did start off fully functional and slowly lost control of his muscles over time.

    There’s the issue of ‘being a burden’ in family or caretakers, which is more an issue of health care in our society (USA here). It is not the fault of the disabled person that they need health care.

    We are all a drain on society. No one lives in a vacuum.

    No one is self sustaining, no one lives without the help from society without which we would all most likely die in a few weeks if not sooner.

    Folks with disabilities are humans. It’s society’s job to take care of all humans. Period.

    “If I died and went to heaven, I would sell my soul to the devil just for the chance to come back and stub my toe….” —— paraphrase from a line in a poem by Tim Seibles.





  • Can you not see that the people who are disagreeing with you are merely suggesting that it is not as black and white as it being the democrats fault, or the republicans fault, that perhaps there’s more to it than which corporate/aipac/billionaire donor football team you like?

    The donor class owns both teams by the way.

    It’s the corporate dems and the corporate republicans who are holding back progress… because of legal bribery - campaign donations….

    By your logic, democrats blocked 100% of Biden’s agenda while he was in office.

    Biden literally accomplished nothing during his administration, and even the dumb stuff that was passed has been clawed back already.














  • The details of my life are quite inconsequential, but since you asked…

    Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.