I have a brand new, state of the art, custom made disability. Its sleek and nimble. It has for on the floor and rich Corinthian leather.
I could tell you much more about it, but then you’d want it. All I can say is I’m sorry its not yours.
This is what people like Senator Rand Paul think. They honestly believe disability equals goldbricking, that its a kind of scam and that millions of fake disabled people are feeding at the public trough by committing social security fraud.
The widely respected blogger Lance Mannion has written about Rand Paul’s remakrs and I urge my readers to go here to see what he has to say.
Herman Melville noted Rand Paul’s sort in his novel The Confidence Man when Charlie Noble, the narrator says of a friend in need:
“Help? to say nothing of the friend, there is something wrong about the man who wants help. There is somewhere a defect, a want, in brief, a need, a crying need, somewhere about that man.”
But I own my disability. No defect. No crying need. Just a desire to be part of the tribe. The tribe must admit its ownership. It owns everybody or its nothing.
Planet of the Blind 