Sep 042008
I noticed this fellow giving me the eye as I was passing through Mears Park in downtown St. Paul today. He said he was from India and I’m guessing that he wasn’t in town for the RNC. According to him, I’m very courageous for venturing out. Honestly, I’m not sure what he meant. Sure, I disagree with Republicans on plenty of issues, but I’m certainly not afraid to mingle with them and engage in civil dialogue. I’d even pay for drinks.
Speaking of civil dialogue, I won’t be sorry to see the anarchists leave town. Hey, angry white kids, your parents still love you. Just tell them you’re sorry for running up their cell phone bills and they’ll probably let you have your old rooms back.
it seems to me like I had a conversation with a friend who was from india and he told me that people with disabilities did not leave their homes often in India due to no accessability to anything and the horrid ways they are treated … I think the oppression in other countries would astound most of us in america … anyway that would be my thought on the subject.
cool picture 🙂 I live in the country on a dirt road so I like seeing city pictures … I DO NOT like driving in big cities but I will when necessary 😉 have a great Friday.
Well of course, you’re supposed to sit in a dark room all your life, never to be seen by the public! 🙁 Unfortunately, in a lot of countries around the room, that’s the lives people with disabilities are living.
Goodbye self-proclaimed anarchists. Read some Emma Goldman next time and take some Valium.
Oops, I meant world, not room. I probably double (and now triple!) posted, sorry!
Personally, I think any man wearing a pink, purple and yellow turban, while carrying a handbag adorned with multiple non-Christian gods, as he strolls through the streets of the RNC is quite “courageous for venturing out”.
This morning, I bravely got dressed. Then I ate breakfast, inspiring my family to do the same. I courageously ventured out to the store, where I endured the heartache of having to use a wheelchair ramp. There were several onlookers to my plight, one of whom was moved to such pity that she held the door open for me.
Later, showing true grit and determination, I had dinner at a restaurant. I nobly left a tip for the waiter, humbling all who witnessed my selfless act. I returned home tired but happy from a long day of being a role model for people everywhere.