I shouldn’t be shocked. She’s proven herself this classless before, as evidenced by this tweet from September 26: “Great video: head of GOProud interviewed by retarded person on MSNBC”.
Stay Classy, Ann Coulter *rolls eyes*
No, I shouldn’t be shocked by bullying by Ann Coulter. I’ve heard enough awful things from her just over the last couple of months to convince me that I’d be quite happy never hearing another word from her again. But I am shocked. And furious. I’ve gotten over my initial anger and disgust, but last night I was livid. I cried. I cried because her statement is so, so hateful, on so many levels. I think that Varda over at “The Squashed Bologna” nailed it: http://www.squashedmom.com/2012/10/dear-ann-coulter-this-is-who-you-insult.html
I feel powerless in the face of such blatant bigotry.
I have no idea how to deal with it.
And I’m so angry with myself that I’ve let Ann Coulter, a woman for whom I have no respect to begin with, get under my skin like this.
I’ve been having some trouble lately.
I have about four blog posts that need to be finished, and I just can’t seem to do it.
They’re all good posts, too. One is about how the sidewalks along the main street in my village have been ripped up due to construction for almost a month now, making it impossible for anyone in wheelchairs to pass and increasingly treacherous for mothers with strollers, and anyone with mobility or balance impairments. In a town where largest population demographic is senior citizens, it’s affected a lot of people. So why make the decision to rip up the sidewalks on both sides of the road at the same time so that vital businesses on the main street like a bank, grocery store, and two department stores, let alone the one truly accessible restaurant are all but cut off to a large part of the village’s population? I don’t know. I haven’t heard any justification provided to the public. I can’t decide whether the municipality just truly didn’t think about how this would affect people, or whether they did have an idea and just decided to it anyway.
Quite frankly, based on my past experiences trying to discuss disability issues when they come up in this town and hearing about other peoples’ experiences trying to discuss them, I’m afraid to ask. I’m afraid that in my municipality, my status as a person with disabilities means that I really don’t count, and that makes me sad.
I’m scared that my status as a person with disabilities in this province, this country, this world, means that I don’t really count, and that makes me sad.
I can advocate for myself. I can speak – loudly, if I need to. I can use this blog to bring attention to the way that people with disabilities suffer awful injustices…and the way that so many of them achieve great things in spite of those of those injustices. But lately writing a post about making English muffin pizzas feels like all I can manage.
And that makes me sad, and a little scared…because, as I wrote about in my Thanksgiving post, we’ve come so far…and yet last night someone thought it was okay to call the President of the United States the R-word. Granted, it was Ann Coulter, who appears to have very little sense about these things. But we all know that it’s not just Ann Coulter using the R-word. I’ve heard workers in my field say, “That’s retarded”, for God’s sake, and I hear it’s use defended all the time. Ann Coulter isn’t the whole problem by a long shot.
But I’m tired. So, I’m going to take a two week hiatus and regroup and get my head on straight on again. I’ll be updating the Facebook page and Twitter, and writing a weekly blog post about my kitchen adventures (by the way, for those that don’t check the Facebook page, I used my leftover mushrooms to make a messy-but-tasty omelette last night), but I’m going to going to take the time to…not watch the news, lol, and do some journal-writing, and get myself back in a more positive space.
I hope you’ll all be here when I get back. Stay tuned for Operation: One-Handed Chef updates. And please keep on Ann Coulter about this issue, because her disrespect is unacceptable in this day and age.