Gimps

You've seen them, squeaking around in they're wheelchairs, hobbling along at a snail's pace, taking advantage of huge tax and disability benefits that we able bodied Americans work our highly flexable fingers to the bone for. These cripples are a detriment to society as a whole, by their literal inability to lead productive lives and their very prescence. A prescence which weakens our properly functioning citizen's own resolve to do the difficult tasks which make America the strong and nimble nation we could be. These unlucky souls have been forced to deal with their hardships by an angry God. For whatever reason, God, in his infinite wisdom and omnipresent omnipotence, has made them the way they are, or turned them that way to edify his will. Well I say, out of sight and out of mind. We can't know why God has cursed them to live this way, but must deal with this fact as it is. We can't cure them, that would only make God angrier. And we can't kill them, this would also make God angry, maybe angrier than if we cured them. We need to put these crips in a place where they will not be seen by innocent Americans, in a place far away, where slightly less cursed Americans can attend to their needs. This system would be based on a sliding scale, with say, those possessing muscle control caring for those not possessing mobility. We can work the particulars out later, but right off the bat, I'm thinking we send them wherever they sent Old Yeller. Don't you see, this way those not disabled won't have to see those who are, imagine how much better everything would be if say, athletes did not have to work under the constant pressure of the worry of injury. Imagine what a golden society this would be without cripples on every corner, groveling for scraps of my super sized cheeseburger meal. If we plan this really well, we might even be able to send the homeless away as well. And that is coast effective.