Sucky Disability Humor

I love humor.

I studied it in graduate school.

I’ve written it throughout my career.

I’ve taught it in my classes.

I’ve performed it everywhere.

I loathe cheap disability humor.

This morning I rolled onto my instagram riding a delightful caffeine bump and stopped scrolling on this gem that turned me and my coffee cold.

First of all, humor that invites and/shoves this low-life POS into my community using the qualification that he is a low-life POS is revolting.

We dont want him.

No thank you.

Don’t put him on our bus.

We don’t want to transport him anywhere.

No, no, no.

I’d gladly pay for a one-way air transport to Russia with my own money, however. I digress. First class, I don’t care. If that’s what it takes. I digress again.

You can say the POS needs to read better literature.

You can say the POS needs to make better decisions.

You can say the POS needs to quit stealing from the wellfare of starving

families to feed the bankruptcies of the

coked-out and mismanaged corporate whores of America.

BUT you can not put him on OUR BUS!!!

If you put him on our bus, we ain’t providing his seatbelt.

“We can’t provide safety measures for someone who doesn’t practice and legislate safety measures, you little POS!!!!!”

Oh my gawd, I’m talking to him.

Third digression.

Second of all, the POS doesn’t want to be with our community! Remember when he mocked the New York Times Reporter’s disability in a public forum.

“You little POS!”

Ops. I’m talking to him. I don’t like talking to him.

Finally, when your progressive politic punches the throats and dignity of another community you have mis-stepped and fallen into the politic that you claim to hate.

Just no.

Now you read another book.

Maybe one about intelligent humor.

Or Special Needs.

I support both.