Sunday, November 18, 2007

And a way better person if this doesn't make you.. squeamish.


Miss Landmine Angola.
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1 comment:

JL said...

A bunch of Norwegians clumsily trying to ‘do the right thing’, is what this is. Nice try, no cigar. They did mean well; they just failed to step out of their own culture and truly perceive, is all. A clueless Scandinavian? Shocking! Simply shocking!

I’m physically very sick, desperately so, and in a terribly crabby mood. So.

What is disability, but social stigma of non-functionality? We all become non-functional eventually. Disability is perception, except on the most brutal, primal level. The female primate biped’s inability to run from a leopard while clutching young is a pretty fatal flaw.

I have no issue with these beauty queens; they are lovely. Other than the one on the right, who appears too skinny to gain a wealthy husband (This sounds sexist, but I know real Africans. Her own perception of herself is likely of excessive skinniness. But she is young, and may get herself ‘in shape’).

How are they disabled? By the social standards of their culture, of an expectation of physical performance?

These women are not freaks. They are women of power and ability; empowered by the tools they have learned to use in place of their natural appendages.

A favorite quote of mine, from construction work: ‘Use a tool, it separates us from the monkeys!’ (Actually, not true, but it sounds good).

What are weapons, but tools? Crutches, making up for our weaknesses?

Sooner or later, we all cease to perform socially expected physical tasks. What then?

Wander off to die gracefully in the snow, so as not to be a burden to the tribe? To be cast out? Useful is as useful does… and one of the things I have always told the macho, manly men I have spent my life around, about my ‘faggot’ art: “What are you going to do if something happens, and your body fails you? And you have cultivated nothing but your physical strength?”

I am faced with such ‘men’ every day. I dislike them. They are shortsighted.

That said, I hate, HATE land mines. More than I hate ‘depleted’ uranium, and that’s saying something. I panicked about mowing my God Damn grass for at least two years.

Off to take (legal, thank you) drugs.

6:06 p.m.

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