This from the Guardian http://bit.ly/lLgyTg :- Mark Mayer, 38, from Dorking, Surrey, who has cerebral palsy, said: “It’s upsetting when complete strangers feel they can question me. At a supermarket the other day I was getting out of my car and a woman accosted me, demanding to know what my disability was. She said I didn’t look disabled and couldn’t see my blue badge. I showed it to her and she still demanded to know what was wrong with me, and I had to show her my walking sticks. The nonsense that everyone on disability benefits is a scrounger is adding to this sort of thing.”
Sorry, NO! Absolutely not! You do not pander to these asswipes by explaining – you grow a pair and tell them to fuck of! In spades!
If you’re a woman, and feel threatened, call the police on your mobe. Hell, if you’re a guy and feel threatened, call the police too, tell them you’re being attacked (just don’t mention verbally). And if you can get a mobe photo, all the better.
Seriously, a member of the public does not have the right to question you. That’s it. End of argument. Nobody has a right to challenge your disability. It’s nothing short of persecution, and not to be tolerated.
They do, though, have the right to be the recipients of an abusive tirade (I won’t even consider being reasonable – after all, they’re not) – just get in their face and give them the bollocking of a lifetime.
And if you feel physically threatened, a smart crack across the shins with a crutch or stick will take the fight out of most people (there’s a large nerve runs down the front of the shin – that’s why a blow there is so painful), and less likely to get you arrested than if you brained them, no matter how justified it might be! Though, in all seriousness, if you feel that you’re going to be attacked, take whatever measures seem appropriate, and hang the consequences
The bottom line, we, as disabled people, must never bend the knee to these interfering fuckwits, not ever, and it’s high time we stood up for ourselves and made these people realise that it’s none of their fucking business what’s wrong with us.
Thanks to the lies and propaganda from this government, and the last, disabled people are increasingly taking on the same role as Jews in Nazi Germany – an officially-despised minority, on whom it’s open season. It has to be nipped in the bud before we get our very own Kristallnacht, and they start building the workhouses (or camps), because that’s the only way, they’ll claim they can afford to feed and house us. And if you think the public will protest such a move – especially if Cameron gets a second term – you’re deluding yourself.
We, the disabled, are way beyond being 2nd-class citizens, we are fast becoming the untermenschen of 21st century Britain, as I predicted here 8 months ago – never doubt that for a moment, and it’s high time we fought back. Before it’s too late.
Tell you what I’ll do, if you’re hassled, and can get a mobe photo, send it to me with details of where and when, and I’ll publish it. Then hopefully, if they complain, I’ll get a name to go with it.
This from the Guardian http://bit.ly/lLgyTg :- Mark Mayer, 38, from Dorking, Surrey, who has cerebral palsy, said: “It’s upsetting when complete strangers feel they can question me. At a supermarket the other day I was getting out of my car and a woman accosted me, demanding to know what my disability was. She said I didn’t look disabled and couldn’t see my blue badge. I showed it to her and she still demanded to know what was wrong with me, and I had to show her my walking sticks. The nonsense that everyone on disability benefits is a scrounger is adding to this sort of thing.”
Sorry, NO! Absolutely not! You do not pander to these asswipes by explaining – you grow a pair and tell them to fuck of! In spades!
If you’re a woman, and feel threatened, call the police on your mobe. Hell, if you’re a guy and feel threatened, call the police too, tell them you’re being attacked (just don’t mention verbally). And if you can get a mobe photo, all the better.
Seriously, a member of the public does not have the right to question you. That’s it. End of argument. Nobody has a right to challenge your disability. It’s nothing short of persecution, and not to be tolerated.
They do, though, have the right to be the recipients of an abusive tirade (I won’t even consider being reasonable – after all, they’re not) – just get in their face and give them the bollocking of a lifetime.
And if you feel physically threatened, a smart crack across the shins with a crutch or stick will take the fight out of most people (there’s a large nerve runs down the front of the shin – that’s why a blow there is so painful), and less likely to get you arrested than if you brained them, no matter how justified it might be! Though, in all seriousness, if you feel that you’re going to be attacked, take whatever measures seem appropriate, and hang the consequences
The bottom line, we, as disabled people, must never bend the knee to these interfering fuckwits, not ever, and it’s high time we stood up for ourselves and made these people realise that it’s none of their fucking business what’s wrong with us.
Thanks to the lies and propaganda from this government, and the last, disabled people are increasingly taking on the same role as Jews in Nazi Germany – an officially-despised minority, on whom it’s open season. It has to be nipped in the bud before we get our very own Kristallnacht, and they start building the workhouses (or camps), because that’s the only way, they’ll claim they can afford to feed and house us. And if you think the public will protest such a move – especially if Cameron gets a second term – you’re deluding yourself.
We, the disabled, are way beyond being 2nd-class citizens, we are fast becoming the untermenschen of 21st century Britain, as I predicted here 8 months ago – never doubt that for a moment, and it’s high time we fought back. Before it’s too late.
Tell you what I’ll do, if you’re hassled, and can get a mobe photo, send it to me with details of where and when, and I’ll publish it. Then hopefully, if they complain, I’ll get a name to go with it.