If you dare come at me about banning straws, I will throw you into the sun cannon. I’m disabled, I’m crippled, I need disposable plastic straws, and all those pricey ridiculous alternatives aren’t working as well. Plastic straws were invented for the disabled.
Way to shit all over a vital access need because you think straws are worse than corporate greed.
We all care about the turtles, the seals, the oceans, obviously. Notice how the easiest thing to yell about was something that would barely affect anything but appealed heavily to emotional discourse.
The disabled community is huge, and it can be joined by anyone. Most of those As Seen On TV products were invented for us. Society still mocks us and ignores us, and often outright harms us in multiple ways.
Communicate better. Listen better. But stop putting us out in the cold because you are inconvenienced by our simplest needs.
Straws aren’t killing the planet, its animals, or people. They’re a microscopic fraction of an iota of a percentage of the problem. You want to do something? Ban plastic fishing nets. Anything else is just a hollow feel-good gesture at the expense of real living disabled people.
A year-long investigation of private Facebook hate groups by REVEAL
finds close to 400 current and retired law enforcement officers are
members, including officers from small towns as well as big cities –
including NYPD.
I just love thinking about the scene where Crowley and Aziraphale hit Anathema from Anathema’s point of view. A bickering gay couple (one who’s wearing sunglasses at night) hits her and her bicycle with a car from the 1920s in the middle of the night. The bicycle and her are perfectly fine. The gay couple offer to drive her home, Bicycle Race by Queen is playing. One second her bike has new gears, the next it doesn’t. They drop her off. One calls the bike a “velocipede.” She was so confused by it all she forgot her super special book, poor thing.
