AAC is inaccessible to those who need it, and quite frankly this is unacceptable.
If you want a good program, that functions good, and is easy to use, has good voices, etc.
Well, that's gonna be $200.00!
Yes! Let's exploit disabled people for money, that's a fantastic idea. /sar
Why is it that we must pay so much to communicate? I know you need money to make a program that good, but $200.00 per person, with having to pay even more for voices, with having to pay more for features?
That's difficult for anyone, but disabled people especially. And I've found that if an app is labeled as being for disabled people, usually it'll be more expensive than if it was made with ableds in mind. Why???
I made this post to say: Fuck capitalism. And also, pirate AAC apps if you need to. You deserve disability aids.
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It seems like a good time to post this story I wrote...
They always made sure that the man in the lab coat was white and over 40 when he led the Senator into the lab. He gave the Senator the standard introduction about research protocols, about how important the experiment was and the fact that Senators, Billionaires, and other Elites were best to be studied to find out how the best kinds of people think. He sat the Senator down at the little table and pushed a button.
The wall panel at eye level flashed and revealed a screen. The screen showed a bird’s eye view of a bustling city sidewalk. The view appeared to be coming from a camera hovering and flying above. The Senator at the table looked at the screen and watched it with a bored look on his face. The man in the lab coat affixed electrodes to the Senator’s head, explaining that they were going to read brain activity during the experiment.
The man in the lab coat produced a small remote with one button. “If you push this button, you will get a million dollars.” The Senator looked at him with interest. “But the drone filming,” the man in the lab coat gestured to the screen, “will shoot and kill someone on that sidewalk.”
“Would I get arrested?”
“No, this is a military drone is flying over a Middle Eastern city. Most of the people down there are civilians.” The man in the lab coat placed the remote down on the table. “I’ll leave you alone, so you can decide what to do on your own. The reward will come out of a slot in the room—there’s no way for anyone to know which button you pushed unless you tell them. Knock on the door when you’re ready to leave.” The man in the lab coat left the room.
The man in the lab coat heard a soft beep on his monitoring equipment. He grabbed a clipboard and walked into the small room.
The Senator’s body was slumped on the table, completely lifeless. The man in the lab coat wrote something down on his paper. He looked almost like he was smirking. They were eight for eight so far.
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There's something that's been on my mind for a while now that has been eating away at me from the inside.
I'm terrified of the idea that we may already be too far gone, that we are already dead, and that the only thing left animating us is the parasite of capitalism.
That if we were to snap our fingers and be rid of the cordyceps fungus that is hyperexploitative ultracapitalism, we would collapse to the ground dead.
That the breaking point was passed decades ago, and that the only thing keeping our entire civilization from collapsing into dust is capitalistic self-interest.
I don't WANT to believe that. In fact, I DON'T believe that. But I do fear it. That even if we got the day that I dream of, where housing and food and medical care was a guaranteed right for every living human being on this planet, where we were no longer chained to the rock of the wage labor system, where people were free to explore and discover themselves, that even if I could snap my fingers and wake up to that world tomorrow, that that bright future would fall from the sky like a thrown rock.
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My dad in his late 20s, barely awake after a long day of work at GE Capital and walking into the Chinese restaurant near his office, too tired to cook dinner.
My dad in his late 20s, a Chinese immigrant chasing the American Dream, seeing double as he looks at the menu. Suddenly, the words "egg drop soup" and "wonton soup" blend together, and he has an idea. He asks for egg drop wonton soup with green scallions, and he becomes famous at the restaurant for coming up with the dish.
My dad in his late 50s, barely standing after a long day of caring for my sick mom and walking into the Chinese restaurant he used to frequent.
The owner, seeing the same weary boy from 30 or so years ago, smiles as he askes for his famous concoction.
The owner, seeing the same weary boy from 30 or so years ago, hands him a 2-liter bottle of Coca-Cola, remembering his childish obsession with the drink that was the one constant between China and America.
My dad in his late 50s, bragging about his egg drop wonton soup as we eat it and brandishing his Coca-Cola bottle like a trophy, and the owner's right ear turns red, and he wonders who's talking about him.
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Please stop ascribing all the world's evils to capitalism. Yes capitalism plays into them but bigotry, famine, hunger, poverty, greed, corruption, etc. existed long before capitalism and will exist long after it fades. Communist countries have had all these issues. I am an anti-capitalist bitch as much as the rest of you but pretending that its destruction will automatically bring forth utopia is shortsighted at best.
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