Redactions...

It seems there needs to be some redactions of things previously said by certain borderline bi-polars, namely this one.

First, the name of this little corner of the world wide is such, as it was something (and still is) something I tell people who treat me like I am some kind of fucking child, or other form of dolt, just because my legs are monuments to atrophy. It in no way is designed to hurt a single disabled person's feelings, rather it is designed to shame people who are in no way disabled or infirmed. Ignorance still does not count as a disability in this country.

Second, my personal view of 'person first' language and political correctness are my own, and I do not feel the need to apologize, but more to clarify my position. The spirit of person-first is unarguably pure, but I would rather just be a person. That isn't about to happen, since we, The American People, feel the need to label everything, so I would rather be called the medical term for what I am, which is: Cripple. Get over it.

Rather than fighting to be known as people who are lacking something, which is literally what 'disabled' means, we should be fighting to be seen as people. Just people. On an equal ground with other god-damned people. In fact, most of the supposed disabled people I know would beat normal people in an intellectual ass-kicking contest, and I am baffled at the position that being known as disabled people is somehow worth fighting over. I am in no way belittling the victory of person-first language, but, I don't like what it has made of us. We are people. Only people. People who want equality. So go get it, but remember that you aren't disabled.

The problem is the Solution, is the problem, is a whale, is a grasshopper is a fish

The problem seems to be in the solution, and not that any of us have the equation wrong... well, maybe that too. But the problem is in the solution to the whole mess.

When I went to the ADA 'celebration' I made up hundreds of leaflets for Twisted Strands on printer. Thinking that if people knew there was another solution out there, they would run at it, just like I am running to make it happen. What happened though, is wholly different than what my ecstatic delusion had conceived.

People in my own community seem paranoid of what I am trying to do, one guy refused to take one because apparently every asshole who gives you a piece of paper is trying to lead you to Jesus. Another man told me other people were doing this, and he was a member of six such sites, though he could name none of them. He also promised he would register, if for no other reason than to lead me to these other communities with my vision. He has yet to register. Having all but given up waiting, I set out to find them. My only conclusion is that this fellow is lying.

Out of frustration I sent Twisted Strands material to the Connecting Communities Coalition, and Disability Rights Oregon (DRO), these places sent me rubber stamp style responses which directed me to websites deemed 'comprehensive', all of which have no community forum and seem primarily to be blanket mailing lists.

So, the problem is the solution, is the community, is the problem is a whale, is a grasshopper, is a fucking fish. It's all a big goddamned circle, and if no one is willing to trust the people like me, who only want to change it, it always will be.