A very bad, quick photo taken with my old camera of my orchid mantis being angry at me. I had never seen an orchid with her wings up like that, they’re very impressive for a female mantis. She can also fly, but not as elegantly as her male counterpart.
parents who vaccinate their children without their consent are terrible parents, no exceptions.
parents who let their children die of completely preventable diseases because they think 8 year olds are capable of making their own medical decisions are terrible parents. no exceptions
a quick doodle of mordin in a sweater bc why not
Twenty-one million people with disabilities did not vote,” said [Christopher] Dodd. “That made the disabled communities the single largest demographic group of nonvoters in the United States of America. At that time, only 16 percent of polling places were physically accessible. And not one, not one of the nearly 500 polling locations which the General Accounting Office (GAO) visited on Election Day in 2000, had special ballots adapted for blind voters.
Improving the Voting Experience in America
My polling place is not accessible (the line to vote goes up an enormous staircase), so I have to use the “special” accommodations instead of voting like everyone else.
But if I didn’t know about that option, I would’ve just turned away. And what about all the people that don’t consider themselves disabled and wouldn’t ask for accommodations but also can’t stand in line for HOURS at a time, either because of their knees or their hearts or their kids or their jobs?
Not to mention these absurd “voter ID” laws that require people of color, poor people, old people, students, and disabled people - disproportionately - to stand in line at the DMV for hours on end just for the “privilege” <ahem shouldn’t it be a right> to vote.
I live in a pretty nice neighborhood in a pretty nice part of town. My current polling place has ramps and large signs, large print, and accessible booths.
A few years ago, when I lived in the part of town known for being filled with poorer and more traditionally left-leaning people, my polling place had no obvious signs and was in an obscure area of an obscure building. There was one disabled parking spot. The ramp was cracked, hard to get to, and too steep for me to wheel myself up without help. The doors were all heavy and difficult to open. There were no signs leading you to the voting area and I had to actually ask to find it. I had to use a table in the back of the room where they had piled up all the extra tables and chairs because all of the booths were too tall and too small for my wheelchair.