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so, I am driving east on I64 the other day, and since I have only driven this route toward Lexington a quazillion times in my life, I have ample opportunity to gaze around, checking out the sights...
lo and behold, there is one which got my blood to boiling! well, simmering anyway...
no shit, a guy on a motorcycle passes me, going about 80....I look down, and he has an Indiana HANDICAPPED DRIVER tag...on his MOTORCYCLE!!!
remember, this article is NOT called "prejudiced against Hoosiers" - actually, they are often kinda cute...the female ones at any rate...
NO, I mean COME ON now...seriously...if you can tool up and down the highway doing 80 on a Harley...how freaking handicapped can you be??? Sheesh!!
Driving as much as I do, I have a lot of time on my hands to think and notice things, and I have noticed this unfortunate phenomenon for several years...handicap parking tags are springing up like mushrooms after a rain!
My unscientific study would indicate at least 10% of the vehicles on the road are sporting handicapped tags these days...If 10% of the driving population is handicapped, no wonder the Muslims are licking their chops at the thought of kicking our asses...they cannot eat pork, so fat lazy slobs like us seem the next best thing to a Nathans Kosher Coney Dog!
I also sit in doctors waiting rooms, a LOT, and I have had many occasions to overhear people plotting their strategy for getting this hallowed badge of honor, sharing with each other the most effective sob stories and the names of the most sympathetic doctors with the lowest per page fees for filling out the required bureacrapic paperwork necessary to get one of these magical plastic purple shields...
just for the record, the reason I am prejudiced against the handicapped is because IMO, most of them are NOT.
Hell, Helen Keller did not consider herself handicapped! Being handicapped or disabled is a state of mind for most...
If you are missing one or more limbs, are blind, have ALS or some other horrible crippling genetic disease, or have been shot or maimed in the line of military, police, or fire duty - then I would consider you handicapped, and give you every bit of respect, deference and assistance..
but here is the thing...if you are 200 lbs. overweight, have a "bad back" because you have never seen the inside of a gym and your idea of a workout is trying to light a Marlboro in the wind, if you have a "heart condition" from a steady diet of state fair fare, well then...F OFF!
You are piling on....trying to get convenient parking, sorrow, pity, respect and special treatment on the backs of others who ARE handicapped..get the hell off your Hover-round and WALK into Frisch's for a change!
and sadly, in our society, overrun with politically correct people terrified to voice an opinion out of fear of "offending" someone...they get away with it!
Well, if you fall into this category and are offended by this article, GOOD! That is the idea...I dont feel sorry for you, I dont think you are special, I dont think you are worthy of respect or even convenient parking...
WHat I think is that having to walk a few hundred feet from the outer reaches of the Oxmoor parking lot to get to the California Pizza Kitchen....about 34,152 times, is exactly what you NEED Mr. Fat Boy! and I am talking about your waistline, not the model of your Harley with the Handicrapped tags!
...there, I feel better now...a little ..now I will have to think of something witty to write about the REALLY reprehensible folks, the ones who "borrow" their fat grandma's handicapped tags just so they can get the spot next to the door at Thornton's when they make a Powerball ticket run!
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