Cripples and retards are not worthy of respect solely by virtue of their deficit(s). They can be just as amazingly stupid, petty, and annoying as able-bodied and sound-minded members of society. For example, gimps acknowledge a silly hierarchy among themselves: A person born disabled enjoys a higher position on the gimp totem pole than a person fucked up by illness or injury. Christopher Reeve’s antics left the self-righteous in-crips reeling with indignity.
Sanctimonious do-gooders expect reasonably civilized conduct from “normal” schlubs, but blindly accept unruly behavior from palsied nut jobs like Josh. Well aware of the status quo, many cripples and retards consciously shove the brat envelope further. And if a gimp belongs to an ethnic minority, apologists trip over themselves to extend gold plated tolerance and deluxe patience even if the object of their gushing is an opportunistic waste-of-space.
Clueless samaritans hope others notice them snagging brass rings of horseshit enlightenment by refusing to visit anybody banished to a convalescent home. They delude themselves that their friend or acquaintance “wouldn’t want me to see them that way” as if people should be ashamed of a body malfunctioning beyond their control. Simple-minded cowards absolve themselves by concluding: “It’s all their fault so why should I bother?” (Though the necessity of institutionalization is clearly self-imposed by many urban denizens—yet another rarely acknowledged truth—that isn’t always the case.) Actually these candy-assed faux samaritans have stumbled upon a brilliant strategy that saves their inferior constitutions the untold trauma of entering a nursing home, and at the same time publicizes their self-serving and emotionally retarded brand of autonomy enhanced by sensitivity.