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A New York subway rider has accused a woman of breaking his Meta smart glasses. She was later hailed as a hero.
A New York subway rider has accused a woman of breaking his Meta smart glasses. She was later hailed as a hero.
If your accommodation is to sell my soul to a megacorp that works with the death squads that are eventually going to come for me, I’m gonna kick your crutches out from under you and laugh at how you can’t get up in ways I wouldn’t dream of if someone who hadn’t chosen to violate my privacy and take what will in the near future be a risk with getting me put in a concentration camp, that person being hurt and suffering is funny in kind of a poetic way, where the same action on someone who hadn’t decided their disability entitled them to violate my consent would just be fucked up and concerning.
Just say break their Google glasses, and fuck. You.
Nah, because its the disability being leveraged to harm me with a total lack of ethics or concern by a spectacular piece of shit. The disability becomes the aggression, or a shield for it, here.
And so hurting them on that axis becomes funny and good.
I am talking about people on actual crutches. Stop talking about kicking out crutches. That is cruel.
Its the one I’ve had to fuck with for a year+ the various times I’ve re-learned to walk. And it was occasionally very funny when I’d slip while doing so.
And I’ve been through enough of this shit that ‘cruel’ doesn’t feel like the criticism you seem to think it should. I’m kind of proud of it.
I’m sorry you had to deal with that. But it is not as funny to others as it seems to be for you.
Why do I care what you find funny?
Edit: most peoples’ senses of humor are toxic hierarchalist moral-bludgeon nonsense, and their laughter is genuinely disgusting. I don’t know if that’s you, but it’s on the border of null hypothesis for anglophones.
Generally it is not good to attack people with crutches.
Generally those crutches are not a tool of oppression directed at me, generally those crutches aren’t their user actively selling my soul to the devil in silicon valley, or my body to the storm troopers who are going to kill me before the decade’s out.