I was listening to a report on the radio yesterday that, I would like to say shocked me, did not surprise me in the least. Evidently a recent investigation into the city sanitation budget uncovered fraudulent handicap designations. Simply put this means the resident has contacted the sanitation department and reported that he/she is handicapped. Once this status is granted the resident no longer has to push the can out to the street, the workers have to get the canister themselves. It was discovered that thousands of people have designated themselves handicapped, and this costs the city close to a half million dollars. Horse shit! Anybody who was caught should be melted down in a vat of acid.
Ultimately it is no surprise. These are the same people that get handicapped placards for their cars because they are too lazy or fat to walk across the parking lot to Walmart. I have a young girl in one of my classes that has a handicap placard and parks in the handicapped space. She's no more than twenty years old, a hundred pounds overweight, and always sucking on candy as she Shamu's (She looks like a beached killer whale sidling across a beach with a baby seal in its mouth) the twenty feet to the classroom, thereby blocking legitimate handicapped folk from using the space. And she's majoring in Criminal Justice and wants to be a cop? I wonder what she's thinking. If I wouldn't get some sort of harassment complaint I'd have to ask, "If you're so disabled you can't walk twenty extra feet to the room, how are you going to run down a shoplifter? Or is your disability just being fat?"
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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I sense a great deal of hostility in your blog about fat people. Perhaps you, too, were once fat and secretly desire to once again fill your belly with lard.
One thing I've noticed (and heard people tell me they do) is when one person in the family is handicapped and the rest of the family uses the placards. This especially pisses me off since my father was 100% disabled Vet and I would have to walk him across the parking lot since the handicap spots were taken (often by the yound nephews, grandchildren, whatever. I know cause I would usually watch to see who got in)
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