I preferred it back in the old days.
You'd see some wonky lad and help him up a few steps, pretend you
understood what he was saying and told him 'you're some character all
together' and then you'd get the fuck out of there before he tried to
make more conversation. You might raise some money for a Blue Peter
appeal too, y'know, or buy a copy of Under the Eye of the Clock and
put it on a prominent position on the bookshelf. You did your bit and
that was all grand. I was comfortable with that but it's different
now.
Have you seen the disabled recently? I
was watching the Paralympics and they're all hydraulics and laser
vision. They're like a bunch of superheroes. Terminators even. I
think we've been helping this lot out a bit too much. I mean, why
should we provide bus passes to people that can run faster than the
bus? Enough is enough eh? Did you see Hawking at the opening
ceremony? I was thinking, what if he teams up with the rest of the
disabled and they invent a load of stuff that helps them teleport and
communicate telepathically and shoot fireballs out their mouths and
all that? Now, I'm not saying this is going to happen but just imagine
if it did. Imagine if they used their powers to bully benefits out of
the government. It's already started. Take that dodgy bunch that were
parked outside the Dail during the week. It was like the Daleks.
There'll be no money left for the rest of us if we let this continue.
As it is, the disabled are surpassing
us. Soon it'll be them doling out the allowances and rounding us up
and taking us to enjoy special activities. 'Oh you unfortunate
creature, were you only born with normal fleshy boney legs and not
bionic shiny chrome ones. Ah, here, get into the van and we'll take
you to the zoo.' Soon it'll be us that'll be having trouble getting
into the cinema and around the shops. They'll be leaping up and
grabbing stuff off the top of super high shelves and we'll be left
having to apply for special ladders.
Ayn Rand was right, it all started with
the kneeling bus. Unlike in the good old days of 2000, the Sunday
Independent was negligent in not having a pop at the disabled (a.k.a.
the cyborgs of death) during the chilling display of power at the recent
games. Whereas many look at the Paralympics and see humanity's
triumph over adversity, what I see is a bunch of semi-human
death-bots leaping high into the sky and zooming around tracks,
saying, implicitly, by way of their actions, 'we're coming to get you
norms!'
There is only one way to fight back
against this impending subjugation and that is cutbacks. It's time
for the government to stop capitulating. Let's cutback on the
benefits awarded to these would be semi-prosthetic tyrants and put
things back in our favour. If the disabled want something from us
they can get it the old fashioned way, by getting on telly and making
us feel awkward until we cough up whatever it is they need in the
hopes they'll go away. That's the way it always was and the way it
should be. Believe me, it's infinitely
preferable to the threat of fireball blast from the gob.
To be perfectly honest, I wouldn't
really mind all that much but have you noticed how some of them are a
bit on the sexy side these days? That just makes me feel
uncomfortable. I don't like being made uncomfortable. That's just
wrong. Let's see how sexy they are after a few austere cutbacks eh?
That'll show them. Fuckin Robo-rides.
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