Smart Ass Cripple: Not Taking it to the Streets

I miss street protesting. It’s good for my soul. It’s been one of my keys for maintaining good  mental health. But I’ve found that street protesting is a bit like toilet paper: You don’t realize how vital it is until it’s not around anymore.

The street protesting has stopped, but the stuff that makes me want to get out there and protest keeps coming. It never stops. It’s like I have a terrible itch that I can’t scratch.

I’m used to hitting the streets at least a few times a year with my comrades from the disability rights group ADAPT. I’ve been doing it for about thirty years. There’s nothing more invigorating and life-affirming than getting together with a bunch of fellow malcontents and doing something raucous—like blocking an intersection or taking over the office of some deserving soul like Mitch McConnell. It’s especially rewarding when we get…

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