The State of the State of Steven
February 17, 2015
The State places too many rules on the physically disabled. I can’t make money, but I have to have a job in order to keep a few thousand dollars. If I don’t “work” I can only have less than two thousand dollars. I critique papers for an instructor, but he will retire in the couple of years. It’s highly unlucky that I will ever have a job again. I don’t want a job! Is it right to ask a talented person like me to live in poverty? Also, according to the State, I’m supposed to do a range of motion exercises in morning to stretch my tight muscles. My attendants work three hours a day. They are supposed to do a range of motion for a couple of hours each day in order to receive three hours. I don’t do range of motion. It wouldn’t do much good since my tightness comes and goes. I want to get up, urinate, eat, and read for a couple of hours before I get writing for the day. My attendants turned pages since the State buy a page turner. The State wants disabled people to be happy productive citizens obeying stupid rules. I’m just a number to the State. Who are these people?