“Hey, Gov. Role Model, we should be soulmates, but first you've got to have a soul!”
The archetypical disability cheater should be living it up on those felonious checks, hanging out by his infinity pool and drinking Crown Royal.
I’d make every kid in the class go through a Scared Straight program about life after disability. Instead of a day in jail, it would be a day and night in a smelly, run-down “care” facility.
The Bone Collector's C4 quad detective is a forensic scientist and force of nature.
The response from walkies will be, "Are you nuts? Go there after sundown?"
Contractures are a threat to mobility. Here's what you can do about them.
I wake up with the same troublesome question rolling around my fervid brain: Are Americans with disabilities making progress or sliding backwards?
Americans love to complain. And doggone it, we’re good at it.
It’s downright un-American to play it so safe, to obey every lock-step rule of crippled living.