The Ecowarriors Can Blow Me

The rain did indeed coming sheeting down this afternoon. Instead of the movies we slogged to a restaurant and sat out the tempest over plates of food. I got to try a cardboard straw for the first time, and I am not a fan. While it didn't impart any funky flavors to my drink, it stuck to my lips after a few sips, which was unpleasant. Guess I'll be using plastic ones until they pry them from my cold, dead, crippled hands. The ecowarriors can bleat about it all they like, but my gimpy ass has been ordered to do without or be uncomfortable for the greater good forever and a day, and I have fuck-all to show for it. And I damn well notice that there's never been any sacrificial reciprocity, just, "Sorry, cripple, we'll be taking this. And this. No, we can't make things more accessible for you. Thanks for being such a good sport about your constant neglect and degradation." Maybe if they could convince me that all the cripples giving up a means of making sustenance easier would make a bit of difference, I'd Nathan Hale it up and regret I can take but one fucking for my country, but they can't, so they can choke on their self-righteousness.