When I was a little child I often wondered if my family did not need to spend their life savings on my disability (glasses, very expensive in Serbia in the '80s) would I have had the kind of childhood other than O3B children had had. And now that I'm forty I see clearly, sorta, that I still do not even comprehend the kind of lives, fun, and excitement the rest of you are privy and entitled to that my disabilities simply did not ever nor will ever permit me to even gleam. Allow me to explain.
If my family spends $500 every summer on my visual aids (and I'm not talking about a classroom presentation set of tools like markers and whiteboards) that doesn't seem so bad. But consider my friend from childhood, Filip, and his family having the same amount without him being disabled, which he was not. This means he can spend $500 on toys, games, trips to the arcade, snacks, burgers on vacation spots, and actual vacations - all things I never enjoyed, ever, even to this very day. So if we are equals, his five hundred bucks gives me what I can not have with my own $500. But then he's left with zero. This is equality, but not fairness. The latter would be me having $750 and him having $250. But your entire culture of feminism and 1 = 1 belief structure does not approve of this human mathematics model. That math says I have more money so it's not fair. Cry babies in even the North America's smartest most ingenious think tanks would agree. But given that five hundred is subtracted from my $250 for me to just be able to sit alone and read a book, it is fair as we are both left with $250 to explore the world. However, that still isn't even equal. For with my glasses, I see only one thirtieth as well as he does unaided. So I still can only partake in 5% of life's offerings even with my glasses. Think on this, sinners of equality and feminism, think what your inflated egotistical selves have and what those of us with disabilities lack, what we truly lack. Maybe look in your $700 IKEA mirrors, as I can not even afford a pocket equivalent.
But that's not the point of this post, my little equality-obsessed societal memberkins. I'd like to talk about points in stores, namely Optimum from Shoppers, or Air Miles. Lord knows us disabled folks would have loved to have traveled here and there once in a while, and so points are meant for the poor and the underpriviledged to be able to glimse a sense of entitlement and glory that the rest, the ableds can bathe in. I have been collecting points at No Frills and such stores for a decade now - that's a long time. And all I got so far is about $20 worth of goods, which I have yet to collect on. In the '90s we had normal points systems. You pay for a thing and you get a few percentiles back. But these days, even that's been worsened by the greedybags. Take No Frills for example. To collect points you not only need a points card, but you also have to log into their website and load the offers. Then only those items you've loaded can you get points on. Welcome to the #GreedMatrix bros! Pretty soon, they'll also say you can only collect points on odd days of the week, and only when the moon is full. This is how ugly the societies of Canada are becoming and I'm not too sure what is propelling it.
Now couple these two thoughts together munchkins and tell me what yee guts. Disabled people, already financially deprived, in a society that forces the poor to use points as means of survival. And the rest partying it up and working and claiming to be kind, gentle creatures whom love all equally and believe in this and that diety. These people call themselves peacekeepers, Canadians, they smile and say nice things like "We are multiculturists". But I still, after three decades in this nation, in the city of T. can not afford a single pair of reading glasses. I still can not dip into my income account and go to an optician and buy one pair. Do I need to get a cardboard and beg for change in a land that has not seen war for over six decades? Is that the society y'all are supporting? Don't even get me started on the fact that y'all are legalizing marijuana before giving someone like me a simple miserable pair of very thick Bubbles-like laughable spectacles. You folks make me sick. Now back to writing another sick track that will allow the rest of you to dance away the night and forget you ever read this. I am your not DJ and I am your not daddy. And I am not disabled as per your best medical staff. Even though I can't see a singl eletter that I am typing.
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