
Originally Posted by
Good as Gold
I was just given a ticket for parking in a handicapped zone.
Every single spot was opened. I was going in the store for five minutes tops. So I walk out and this fat old lady who was probably more retarded than someone volunteering to fight in Iraq was writing down my license plate number, and quite kindly informed me that she was alerting the authorities for my horrible wrongdoing. This girl was not handicapped. She did not have a limp, and her fatness could not quite possibly have hindered her that much... This woman was a poser.
She asked why I would do such a thing against the poor ol' handicappers? I replied: Who the hell cares about them?
That's right. I'm tired of them bossing us able bodied people around. Why the hell should businesses use their own money to build ramps? Why not just, hey presto, let them decide if they want to use basic human decency to make one? I hate how we just bow down to them. I hate how they expect us to cater to their every need. Oh, so sorry, you're paralyzed. Oh no! You're daughter has down syndrome? So what?
I'd like to know why we're wasting our tax money on special needs departments in schools, or why our cash is going towards making a ramp in the park right next the stairs. I don't understand why special needs kids- the ones who are not going to get any smarter, the ones who are only going to be a burden to society. Now, I know this isn't prehistoric times. We can't let people who have something wrong with them die. I support helping them survive. But it seems to me that the government wants people to survive in style, a bit too much.
Did you hear about this dwarf- primordial dwarfism, I believe its called- whose mother got so pissed that they made her daughter (the dwarf) sit by herself at a table during daycare, only because they only had one small table and chair to fit her, that she demanded they shrink EVERYTHING ELSE? Bullshit! It's like that Kurt Vonnegut story- Harrison Bergeron, where the government forces everyone else to be handicapped just so the few retarded kids or disabled people can feel special. No, people! You're not special.
Or what about the fatasses who got a handicapped parking pass since they couldn't stand walking a few more seconds. This is their own fault. If they could control themselves, they'd be fine. Jesus.
Like I said before- I'll open some doors for the poor guys, all that good stuff, but only if I want to. This is what happens when I get a ticket. The shit goes down.
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