So I admit, I've got the blues. Was it Dr. Phil? His show entitled "Deadly Consequences" managed to advocate for euthenizing children with disabilities and when I heard about it I felt like a man who eats his own marrow for supper–the poverty of ideas and of compassion that the episode displayed was spiritually overwhelming, or almost. I say "almost" because I'm not alone in my anger and disgust. It's easy however to stop writing. It's easy to say, "Well, the Fascists are all about us, let's stop thinking about them for awhile." It's advisable to take some time, keep calm, breathe, rebuild your motorcycle or whatever else you generally do when its time to take care of your unconscious. I've been playing with my guide dog and talking to my wife's horse.
I'm comforted by many sources. Thank you Bill Peace for your abiding and shrewdly tempered blog "Bad Cripple" where we recently read the following:
"To me, disability rights is fundamentally a civil rights issue. This is as obvious to me as is the need to breath. Unfortunately the vast majority of people do not equate disability rights with civil rights. Disability for most people is a medical problem and the notion of disability rights as civil rights requires a theoretical leap they are unable or unwilling to accept. Such a leap in logic requires one to disregard all they have been explicitly taught and absorbed about disability. The inability or refusal to consider disability rights as akin to civil rights is an increasing danger to all people–not just those with a disability."
Planet of the Blind 