And in his Fathers house he found merchants selling their goods in the holiest of holies and in a rage he did overturn their stalls and chase them out!

All through history there have been those who came in the name of goodness and in reality they were just”chasing the money”
In the dark ages gypsies traveled the world selling love potions to the needy and love lorn, they never ran out of their nectar for there were wells and streams everywhere because after all their potions were nothing but water. In the wild west they called them snake oil salesman, as far back as biblical times the pharisees wrote of men wearing robes with wide pattern who stood on corners of the bazaar yelling the end is near and collecting shekels in a promise that if you donated they would save you a place in heaven for you.
The bible warns of these people by saying in revelations “be careful for in the last days many will come declaring they come in my name and I say here I KNOW THEM NOT”
In the 20th century we had the the Jim Jones at Jones town the David koresh’s of Waco the heavens gate cult and so many more, we had people declaring that the world would end and then again and again they all took money from the faithful to assure them a place amongst the faithful who would be left after the rapture.
The sick the elderly the ailing and the disabled have long been the targets of these people, and when ever there is a new game there are new players.
I Got involved in advocacy not for the bucks or the fame,but simply because if bigotry and discrimination was happening to me day in and day out then it was happening to others and first it needed a light shone upon it and then it needed the powers that be to change the laws to make sure it happened to noone else.
There is no money in helping others when you do it right, I pay monthly for my blog, I pay to travel all over to speak and to meet and to protest, it makes me financially poor but karmicly a billionaire.
Every now and again someone appears with as my gran used to say “you can do a lot with a big sick and a basket of eggs, they have the wide pattern on their robes they stand on the cyber corner and declare loudly through the net that if we the advocates who have already done the hard work and have the following jump on their bandwagon they have the shekels to take the rights of the needy and the dis and otherwise abled to a seat in the proverbial fathers house. That if we let them use all our hard work, and let them stand in the glow and let them take the thank you’s then they will throw us some karmic crumbs. But when you peel back the scales from your eyes and look, when you stop dreaming that this is the final answer to cleaning up the treatment of the disabled you finally realize that these people are just social parasites who want you to do the hard work so they can scream halleluiah. They scream they are the truth and the way, but what these people really are is con men, they hate the hard work and they hate to sweat and they have no original ideasand to quote one man “they’re just chasing the money”
When you become disabled whether by birth illness disease or war, it seems like it happens in a moment but the cure or the way back to the top, the emotional climb out of hell to the realization that you are still alive and there is so much life to live isn’t instantaneous. reclaiming your life takes you doing the hard work, and it takes the doctors and the social workers and the advocates and the occupational therapists years and unfortunately because of a illness called the human condition of greed it takes even longer to convince the powers that be to open up the purse strings to give honest people good money to put their years of work into action.
This year over the last three months I met such a person and I drunk a little of the koolaid, but just before I exchanged my hard work and my reputation and my dignity for a hand full of beans and pocket full of promises someone peeled the scales from my eyes and I heard him say “noone gets money before me, why do you think I do thi?s I’m chasing the money”
Well sir you can chase it without me because there’s a special place in hell for those who dream of profiting of the misfortune of their fellow man, and you are such a person

Author: disabledaccessdenied

I am a disabled woman who through no fault of my own has wheels under my ass. I rely on the decency and common sense of local, state and federal goverments, as well as the retail community to abide by the disabled access laws and provide adequate ramps, disabled toilets, and not use them as store rooms or broom closets. This blog exists to find the offenders and out them, inform them, and report them if necessary and shame them into doing the right thing when all else fails.

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