/em donkeypunches everyone and throws FFXI away. There I did it. Screw that POS world.

The music I liked was very ghetto and gritty. It was the stuff that didn't really cross over much, but spoke to a roots black experience. People don't understand this now, but the falsetto, crying singers were the most ghetto back then.

There crouched a Blindman by the wall A-shivering in a ragged shawl, Who gave a hopeless parrot screech And felt the wall with halting reach.

This is so despite the fact that the disableds are better qualified and their performance within the work situation the same or even better than that of their ablebodied counterparts.