We all know one, right? Or at least see them bagging our groceries? Or maybe the cousin of a friend of a friend has this kid who’s stuck in a wheelchair and just drools all day? Or what about the kid in your kid’s classroom that is always causing all of the problems?
You see, the other day I showed up at my retard’s autism school for her annual Individualized Education Plan (IEP) meeting and the district staff wasn’t there. You know, those folks from the school district administration that are charged with that whole business of educating our retards, whatever that means? Those ‘special education’ people. Not there. They didn’t show.
They phoned it in.
From eight minutes away. Without telling anyone. Without advising me of my right to refuse such an arrangement. My retard wasn’t worth the gas to show up.
So we went around the table per usual as each of the autism school teaching staff outlined my retard’s progress and areas of concern and what the proposed goals would be for the coming year.
I know… I know… it’s a waste of time to spend money on a retard like mine just so that she can grow up and become a productive and content member of society. Like that could even happen.
But then it was my turn to speak. And I attempted to advocate for my retard because she is unable to advocate for herself. Her silly crackpot neurologist wrote a letter of recommendation to increase the amount of time my retard spends in school because the proposed goals and objectives for the coming year were increasingly challenging and there were concerns that my retard would not progress without the appropriate accommodations to her school day.
I spoke up because as a parent of a retard, I am to be considered an equal partner in the IEP TEAM. Did you catch that word there? TEAM. And for those who fail to understand what the concept of an IEP meeting is, let me explain….
You come to the table with any and all relevant information concerning the retard and their educational environment, goals, objectives, strengths and weaknesses. You review evaluations. You discuss and agree to services. Together. As. A. Team. You are not there to sign off on a draft IEP document that was created PRIOR TO THE TIME ALLOTTED FOR COMING TO THE TABLE TOGETHER FOR THE PURPOSE OF PLANNING AND CREATING THE IEP AT THE IEP MEETING.
Often when a retard has been in the same placement the prior year, a draft IEP document will be made available to all IEP participants, sometimes even in advance of the meeting itself. This can be very useful because it serves as a TEMPLATE for implementing a NEW IEP.
But when you live in a school district that does whatever they want, however they want and are never held accountable to the laws and rights put forth to protect the retard and his or her parents, it seems pointless.
You see, retards are a pain in the ass waste of time and money. They suck the school districts dry and create nothing but a black hole of resources. Retards drain the economy. Therefore, our school district would not entertain the crackpot neurologist’s recommendation. Instead they violated my retard’s rights by refusing to even hear it.
Heyyyyyyyyy…. You know who the retards remind me of now that I think about it? The niggers. And the faggots. Those worthless pieces of crap just wouldn’t shut up and go away so now we have to sit at the back of the bus and be subjected to queers who want to hold hands in public and dear god – some of them actually want to ruin the sanctity of marriage. Jesus, it’s as bad as fucking voting rights for broads.
When the hell did we become a society that allows for such whimsical individual rights?
Pussies. I sure hope our educational system doesn’t actually start readily following the law and providing the services those retards need. Then there’ll be no one left to oppress and I’ll be stuck watching Real Housewives reruns on Bravo because I have nothing better to do with my time.
It’s not just a word. It’s an oppressive practice of denying human rights. End it. Now.