My heroes are those with disabilities - like my brother Joe, who has grown up with Cerebral Palsy.  Their needs are many, yet they receive next to nothing in order to provide them with just the simple things most of us take for granted in our "pursuit of happiness."   My hope is that someday through art and politics, the plight of the disabled in America will be seen and understood for its real value, lack of sustenance, and ineptitude's. 

God bless those less fortunate and their families who struggle to help them as best they can.  And most of all, God bless a government who pretends they don't exist by handing them a medicaid card and a disability check that equate to one quarter the baseline American poverty rate for a single individual.  Section 8 housing is a joke.  Assisted living is nothing but government abuse and fraud. 

Through no fault of their own those with disabilities were born with permanent physical and mental challenges.  Yet their "pursuit of happiness" is less than that of healthy out-of-work able bodied people or most minority households.  It's a travesty which gets no attention nationally.