It's not that I'm in favor of enslaving the retarded, it's just that I think we need clearer legal definitions of both "retarded" and "slave."

I mean, it's easy to charge two folks in Missouri with forcing six mentally ill residents of group homes with illegal servitude when you're a white bread Jack Armstrong raised to believe in absolutes who hides behind a fancy badge and a navy blue FBI windbreaker. It's a little harder when you've worked with the retarded and know those floors ain't gonna mop themselves.

Sure, you get some guff when chore time comes around. "Me no want to clean the toilets! Me feets itchy! Me retarded!" Yeah... Retarded like a fox! It's so convenient how everyone gets retarded when there's work to be done. I, for one, don't fall for that scam, and it sounds like that Missouri couple doesn't either.

As a nation, I think it's time we all stopped screaming retard every time there are envelopes to stuff or candles to make. It's not slavery, people. It's motivation.

Analogcabin @ 10:47 AM
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