Handicaps

Jan. 30, 2017

Another puzzle. Why did President Trump, when he was running for the Republican nomination, make fun of a handicapped reporter? It was plain stupid. Whatever you think of Trump, he’s not stupid. It would be a serious black mark to a candidate’s character if Trump actually did this!!! Which is a question?

Fox New and a pro-Trump Catholic website reported he didn’t do any such thing.

“Trump’s spastic arm waving at a rally last November while mimicking New York Times reporter Serge Kovaleski drew swift condemnation from opponents who claimed Trump was making light of a disability. It’s followed him ever since. The Washington Post gave Trump four Pinocchio’s for his denials, and Hillary Clinton used a clip of the impression in a video released Tuesday slamming Trump.

“Catholics 4 Trump posted four videos—one of which dates back to 2005—in which Trump impersonates everyone from Sen. Ted Cruz to The Donald himself with the same, flailing mannerisms and goofy speech.”

So it seems at best the jury is still out as to whether Trump is guilty of mocking the handicapped or whether the liberal clergy, from Hillary Clinton to the Washington Post, are guilty of character assassination. At best (or least) it adds ammunition and credibility to Trump’s nearly constant complaints about the bias of the media in this country. It also reinforces a bit my nearly constant critical view of what I call the left-liberal clergy in this country and the world (see Bill’s Blogs, pages 74, 78, and 103).

Whatever the truth may be in this case I do have new respect for the handicapped whatever their handicap. That respect includes: the homeless in their propensity for alcohol; the many problems of druggies; the right’s sexist and racist dismissal of women, foreigners, and blacks; the left-liberal clergy in its propensity to libel Trump (and other contrarians); the veteran’s tragic amputations; and the unfortunate victims of all of the worst pains and diseases you can imagine.

The awful truth is we all have handicaps of some kind.

I thought of this subject when I was trying to make some pancakes last Sunday morning for the family and myself. My son Mike, who is helping us out now that I am still recuperating from my fall and hip operation, was kind enough to say the finished product tasted okay. But the process of making them was a minor disaster for me due to my handicapped incompetence.

Have you ever tried to mix an egg, pancake batter, milk, and water with one hand while holding on for dear life to a walker with the other hand? Or flipping pancakes in the skillet with that same hand-icap? Or for that matter getting the maple syrup off the hard-to-reach shelf in the cupboard, or getting the butter out of the refrigerator or getting a clean plate off the shelf, or getting a fork and a knife out of the drawer? Not to mention all the time maneuvering a pesky walker—and not forgetting to lock it (locking the walker takes two hands!)—each time you move and are in the remote danger of a fall that could send you back to the emergency room.

Believe me it was difficult. I realize that it was not nearly as difficult as many handicapped people face every day and activity of their lives. And most of them do cope without that much complaining. But it was hard eno.gh for me to give pause and make me aware of how lucky I have been all my long life with no really significant handicaps.

Until now.

Bill Stonebarger, Owner/President Hawkhill

P.S. This blog is also significantly shorter.

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