If you didn't click the link, let me summarize for you. If you know the popular theme park Disneyland (located not that far from my home) you might know that they have a policy allowing disabled guests to move to the front of some very long ride lines. This is a courtesy extended to those less fortunate souls that in some small way mitigates the pain of their condition, and one which the other patrons of the park provide free of complaint.
Disneyland has decided to discontinue the practice, because as Slate puts it, (pause to swallow vomit) "families, fully capable of waiting in line like everyone else, were scamming their way to the front of the line by, wait for it, hiring disabled–or perhaps more appropriately "disabled”–tour guides."
You read that right, folks. People are hiring themselves out as disabled (or faux disabled) while able-bodied guests use them as human front-of-the-line passes. People are taking advantage of Disneyland's willingness to help the disabled.
This is why we can't have nice things. Or to quote Mallory Archer, "This is how we get ants."
I'm flabbergasted. Look, people, I know we're all ambitious, looking for a way to make a buck, or beat the system. Pretending to be associated with a disabled person so you can cut in the line at Disneyland seems to be the bottom of the social barrel. Maybe we should, I don't know, hold SOMETHING sacred. Decide that there will be ways in which we will tolerate minor inconveniences (waiting in line in Disneyland) for the greater good.
In a way, this whole thing reminds me of some of the loonier arguments against the Affordable Care Act. Not the ones that argue about technicalities--the ones that argue we should not be providing the service at all. We shouldn't have a little inconvenience so that the least fortunate of us can scape together a modium of dignity and comfort.
It's called civilization, people.
If a society is to be judged by how it treats its weakest members, and our answer is, "using them as pawns to get on Space Mountain faster," then, really, do we deserve to keep living?
--Be seeing you!