I
spent the evening desperately looking to make a digital pitch, failed in the
effort, but resolved to hit Harper’s later this week with a traditional mailing
despite living conditions to the tune of a dilapidated bunker. I misplaced my
hardcopy file in this melee of public housing and destitution, but misplaced it
on my own, despite my father’s ineffectual convergence with minority fatalism
and Mainline Medical’s deplorable product fitting, I had the file, pulling out
my accomplishments, still making an effort to get Negro medical management to
see me as human, barking them down to fleeing from me in terror, but didn’t
place said file back into place. It is a strange power to have, this spark of
hatred in my eyes so ready and willing to die in the name of an insurgency I
cannot even define, as every sort of organizing principle has governance behind
it, whatever equitable distribution we believe in or not. Tanz Industries and
Darius might have saved civilization on a thumbnail, (not the only one disgruntled
with the CBS cancelation) but the Variety piece tells us nothing except
ratings. No sourcing, just a straight news item, no names, no tug of war
between the show’s producers and the executives at the Central Broadcasting
System who made the cut. Salvation was a damn good series for what it was,
utilizing real propulsion theory and applied engineering, so that even
libertarians can hate corporate sometimes, and certainly do. We all hate rental
agents within varying degrees, and make no mistake that section 202 owners are
engaged in the business of gerontology, but it is not a market based
contracture. It is a taxpayer subsidy for a broad range of spectrum disorders
in the elderly 62 and above, and I rolled into it as a 31 year old career
professional. Now look at me, luckily so caged, so free to leave. I can roll
out on this fraternal Presbyterian dictatorship anytime I please, after years of
subjugated terror. Threatening the governor of Pennsylvania means next to
nothing to me in this context. I mean that literally, despite the fact that Wolf
and Ridge and the ailing Rendell are status quo establishment politicians we
all used to favor. Put Wolf, the executive, and Toomey, the stalwart Irishman,
in the same room, and what do you have? Both are pro-business, one doesn’t like
the Social Security dispensary on the backs of American workers, the other is
never going to say that Medicaid is merely a transposition for the descendants
of slaves. Both would condescend to me, “now now spastic, homicide is not a
legitimate political outcome.” But that’s only a veneer, and all a care giver
has to do is have a bad day, leave me lying on the single foam mattress, move
the power chair away. It would be interesting to discover if I still had the collegiate
strength to get up off the floor, to conquer bad wheelchair technology.
No comments:
Post a Comment