A Russian Journalist calls the killing of disabled infants
“right to choose.”
When slogans become code words, the code words can then be misused to advocate for something else entirely.
Read the article. It’s disturbing.
Blanks. Idiots.
And yay for the Russian moms of kids with disabilities who spoke up.
Note to Sarah Palin: Those moms from the country you can see from your house are great examples of advocates for kids with disabilities.
Via the new website “Better Off Alive.”
“Make Them Go Away ” Or, Clint Eastwood was a prophet
For those that don’t know, the top quote is Clint Eastwood’s request of persons with disabilities who were troubling him, quite some while ago.
I think those words are well suited to take a look at the tattered remnants of the healthcare debate:
Note: By “us” below, I don’t just mean persons with disabilities…but the far, far larger group of people diagnosed with /treated for inconveniently expensive illnesses in the next forty years.
The politicians want us to die.
No, really.
The republicans want us to die so they can sleep better at night, knowing that fewer tax dollars are being spent on strangers.
The conservative democrats want us to die so they can move away from healthcare and get reelected. Because their constituents don’t need or want healthcare… (Some of them do, don’t they?)
Maybe we need a “Conservadem district Opt Out’ provision…
The White House IMO, was naieve about what it will take to fix things, so yes, they can be characterized as being an engine for the solution and part of the problem at the same time. (My head hurts. But it’s true.)
But most important of all…The lobbyists want us to die so their masters can make more money.
And given that corporations are now people (who, oddly enough can never get sick and need insurance–or, was that what the bailout was about…hmmm.) they will use their money to further mischaracterize reform…so that it doesn’t happen.
What little can be done:
Pass no pre existing condition, no caps reform in reconcilliation, if those things can be shown to affect the budget.
And lastly, by God:
Attempt to pass the Senate bill as is, and *force a filibuster.* Make the party of no stand for the death of your loved one by a preventable cause. Make them stand for pain and suffering. Make them the allies of bankruptcy. Make them part of the conspiracy to steal a working body, breath, mobility, strength, employment, peaceful sleep, even sanity itself.
On C – Span, where it will get quoted by (some) media (MSNBC, PBS, Democracy Now I’m looking at you!)
Where it will get Youtubed and go viral.
So, that if you are a casualty of not having insurance and/or access to lifesaving healthcare during the next forty years…
There will be a visual record of who to blame. Who gave up. Who let it end.
I wonder why…
I’ve fallen so short….on the ‘adult’ meter.
I think it’s because I’ll never be a parent. I’ve not had that cosmic shift in worldview that comes with a baby, that visceral realization that your world has to now revolve around someone else’s needs for a good long while.
And my mother, who I have to measure myself up against…
By 47 she was handling multiple projects, working two jobs, and having a great second marriage, a spotless house, looked amazing…
And at 48…here I am, the unemployed disabled blogger.
I want some credit for my life experience, but I still seem way too emotionally dependent on my family of choice, and some members of my genetic family to actually be an adult…
Why?
I am a complete grownup by the calendar.
Yes, I’m lousy with money, or food…but that’s not the point. Plenty of adults can’t cope with money.
(Michael Jackson was ostensibly a grownup too and he died owing 500 million dollars.
Makes my financial bad choices look puny by comparison, so I’m not saying “I’m not grown up because I suck at money.)
I feel somewhat emotionally ‘arrested.’ as if I’d kinda stopped at 31…
I would like to grow up, and get the respect that my years would seem to confer on me…
I don’t know if I will though.
Adrift…a bit less
We’re going to make Feb rent and it is likely we will make March’s.
Phew.
