Having one’s butt wiped daily is a privilege, not a right.
Getting hammered on spring break isn't what it's cracked up to be, says Jim Barry. On March 20th last year, the first day of [...]
August. Time to go into the wild. Test your courage. But if you’re like me, you may be inclined to decline.
The archetypical disability cheater should be living it up on those felonious checks, hanging out by his infinity pool and drinking Crown Royal.
Jerry’s telethon was like a tornado. Part of what made it so dangerous and destructive was that it spawned others like it.
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.
Do-gooders are everywhere, eager to make a big show of helping whether you need it or not. Here’s how to handle it.
The love the Oscar people have for the artistic accomplishments of fake cripples doesn’t discriminate.
The response from walkies will be, "Are you nuts? Go there after sundown?"