Sorry, Billy, I disagree. I am more of an “ignorance is bliss” kind of guy. (From Thomas Gray‘s poem, Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College (1742): “Where ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly to be wise.”) I’m sitting here, minding my own business and contemplating the failure of the LHC to cause a black hole sucking in
I just read this touching post over at UnlockTheSecretVoice, it is entitled “Community.” And, yes, SingleDad has an opinion, glad you asked. Claire, she no more of Life With A Severely Disabled Child, (and we know why she needed to bail on that blog; are all men morons?) wrote, in part, in a comment on
I went to the big city symphony today. Brought along a hot date. Jealous? You should be.
in·fantil·i·zation (nfn-tl--zshn) n. : The act of treating or condescending to as if still a young child Pearlsky got her first wheelchair when she was about three years old. We were given two choices for conveyance, a wheelchair or a special needs stroller. The wheelchair shyster salespuke RTS slime ball vendor assured me repeatedly that
You know me, far be it from me to want to start any trouble or stir the pot. In that regard, I decided to do a bit more research on the who-can-vote thing.