You were a cutie Frank!
You know, I gave this some thought.
For years and years now, franksolich has presented a rather awkward dilemma for the primitives--and for Democrats and liberals in real life.....while franksolich presents no such complications for decent and civilized people, either in real life or on the internet.
And trust me, I take advantage of it.
So one was born without ears.
It was sheer random chance and accident, a chemical (now banned) used in the manufacture of hand-soap for institutions (in this case, a hospital); my mother when pregnant just grabbed the wrong bar. A thirty-second exposure was all it took. She was a nurse; she had to keep her hands clean.
It was just bad luck. The long-ago hand-soap manufactory had no intention to harm me, and my mother had no intention to harm me. It was just random bad luck, nothing more than that.
In the primitive perspective, it's a tragedy; it shouldn't have happened, someone has to be blamed, and "proper" medical treatment should've been done, killing the infant in the womb. After all, one can't possibly have "quality of life" with such a horrendous and crippling defect.
That's the primitive take on franksolich.
In franksolich's perspective, it was just random luck, good or bad, much as my grey eyes or sharp nose are.
Well, here franksolich is, as my mother wasn't a primitive.
Having to accept franksolich as one of the living, the primitives are pissed because franksolich won't "behave" in the manner they think he should. He won't allow himself to be pitied or condescended to, he won't whine about his "predicament," he refuses to blame George Bush and others for his condition, he refuses to exact revenge on society by Hating, and by elbowing his way onto the welfare gravy train.
In fact, franksolich has always paid his own way through life, and I suspect I've been considerably less of a burden on the taxpayers than most "able-bodied" primitives. In fact, I've been rather cheap for society to bear.
And in another matter of fact, I've probably enjoyed a fuller, richer, quality of life than the primitives.
My blood runs cold at the prospect that I could've been born the sparkling old dude or Pedro Picasso; it freezes at the prospect that I could've ended up the wretched old bitch the
Die alte Sau, or the defrocked warped primitive.
So the primitives have this dilemma, and they don't like it at all--they're
supposed to pity franksolich, and Hate him because they can't.
It's a great life, being able to do that to Democrats, liberals, and primitives. I love it.
I look at it as being George in
Uncle Tom's Cabin; the primitives can't keep me on the plantation.