Not that I wish to over-emphasize continuity in time.
I'd rather not be frozen and affixed in noble-savage-love...
Like a wasp on a pin.
On this very day, I revolt against a parliament I never walked into, a vote that was never cast in my time. I repudiate an election that was never called, and I tramp the dirt down on a birthing-into, which was never mine to begin with.
Every time, the question is asked anew, but never in a manner otherwise than dusty, cold and withered:
What do the disabled community really want?
And, better still, what do they really need from me, their conspicuously enlightened, immaculate benefactor!
You wonder why I appeal against your vote?
No. More likely, you wonder why I don't cast 'my own' piece of deadwood into the car-clown's hat.
Guess why?
Because only fools believe in taxation of loyalty and devotion, without sincere and genuine representation.
There can be no misdeed, far less crime or offense against 'the disabled community.'
However, there are crimes and offenses against disabled people.
Or, dare I say it, 'disabled individuals?'
But why write this here?
Am I a right-libertarian traitor to the cause of 'Their Common Disabled-Man-ity?'
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