Reign?

"She has a system," Trader Joe's associate, two bells

Conservatives are right to criticize victim's narcissism; it is exceedingly self-involved. Viewers inclined to sympathize don't know what to say. At the moment I feel overwhelmed, and, even if I wanted to engage in illegal schemes or really invective language, it would amount to an exercise in futility. Angry quadriplegics are that. I've been sick to my stomach with the memory of this Eddy throwing herself on me. Sick with Linda's scathing embarrassment ringing in my ears. I splintered like the crack of a tree trunk, sick from my own embarrassed lashing out at her, or the memory of my stepfather, or my brother, little Nicky. He paged me at the partial hospital when he thought it was time. He wanted me to help him die. Couldn't do that for him.

Yet, my vibrancy is still there. "I shouldn't buy them," I said, "because when I open them I eat them all." I barely noticed the man. That is my way of blocking out ambulatory paternalism, but I must have amused him, because I noticed him smiling at me when we changed aisles, and he would have been perfect. Grandfather who passes out $20 dollar bills at funerals. Pot belly but carried well. "Take care," he said, flushed.

What was I supposed to do, scream "Wait, tell me you're divorced and don't feel threatened?"

I may keep Thomas H Earle entertained; I may even win and get reforms instituted in rehabilitation law, but I've never lived my thriving sensory engaged literary life.

Cherry 3000

"Tone it down a little." Jack Neale, a man who wanted native American wish fulfillment.

Miss Jack. He injected humor into my strident injury. Good man, but best left where it was, pressed in a rain slicker on the stow away coat hanger. I do not want a relationship with another wheelchair user, and the odds of finding an ambulatory male who finds my mettle engaging? I met one, in fact, just recently. My libido surged back to life, grateful, but playing the game involves hassle not worth the price of admission whether or not he can sustain an erection. He is potty trained, lively, and not an imbecile. So sorely tempted. Damn it all to hell.

Men. If even half of you took the time to understand assertion and accommodation, and that winning a mind like mine is its own reward. Men.

John Kerry is a life sized prosthetic, and this reflects the nearly intangible difference between China and the United States. The most marginalized American sat a foot away from one of the wealthiest and privileged blue bloods and engaged him in national policy even while in the present tense she is turning insurgent on a service offered on one of our most powerful corporate models.

Kerry probably busts his face playing hockey to frustrate his own sensibility of being mannequin deadwood. He is also one of the last of his species, and his disappearance from the political landscape is cause for concern, equivalent to Trader Joe's being a rare case of a California franchise success. This is not ideology. It is the elder statesman, and pragmatic inclusionary business model always improving on efficiency. The nature of grocery retail is such that Joe's cannot hire wheelchair users at their retail outlets, but they conspired with regional bakeries to create maple walnut blondies.

I will be there to nominate Joe's as an insurgent candidate on the floor of the convention in 2016. Why can't we remember that we know how to get things right, and be sensible? Infrastructure and mobility, aspiration. Important parts of the recipe.