What do you expect to happen when you vote an accountant instead of a planner into (potential) power instead of encouraging her to remain treasurer, and then believe a conman when he says the accountant steals from you but act like the conman hasn’t stolen people’s livelihoods on The Apprentice?
I’m going to be honest, you’ve all made it abundantly clear in the US that you don’t care about this article’s complaint. You know why you never see kids in wheelchairs in 1950s media? “Severely mentally ill” included spinal injury and paralysis. You’ve never done anything to help people like me because your fucking tax dollars are more important to you. Burn in hell, or at least read Changeling: The Lost (1e) and then assume that what it suggests is… though only in a realistic, mundane way… absolutely true. No, there’s no hedge or kidnappings by the fae, but everything you read about in that fucking roleplay rulebook is directly based on reality.
If you don’t have a mental illness or care about someone who does, you are the Gentry that serve as the undefeatable and obscenely cruel demon-gods of that setting, because the real truth is that it doesn’t take eldritch horrorterrors to drive someone insane. Unfairness causes insanity.
So fuck all of you. You destroyed lives for your own selfish desires. There will be no negotiations on this, you don’t get to blame the victim. Pay your fucking taxes, or personally help the mentally ill, or kindly admit how much of a monster you are and that you want people like me dead.
And they all died and everything was horrible forever. The end. Go away.