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Retards, Cripples and Brats

eloisel

Forever Empress E
In case it isn't obvious, this is a rant. You may wish to leave now because what I have to say isn't politically correct or sweet.

First, I am sick of hearing how I am supposed to be careful how I treat others in the world, wherever in the world that may be.

I love going to the movies. In fact, that is probably my favorite thing to do. But, everytime I go to the movies these days, there are serious irritants at the theater. There are the teenagers that talk all through the movie to their pals or on their cell phones, kick the backs of chairs, put their feet up on the top of chairs, run up and down the aisle making lots of noise, throwing popcorn at perfect strangers, and other in general annoying behavior. Then there are the little bitty kids that talk all through the movie, fall out of their seats and scream, have to go the bathroom every 15-20 minutes, cry - loudly - because they are little kids or because the monsters on the screen scare them. When are these parents going to be careful of how they treat me and keep their GD brats from messing up my good time? When? I really want to fucking know.

Probably when hell is frozen over for a long time. But, hey, they want me to be "child friendly" to their little freaking monsters in internet chat rooms and on message boards. They also want me to pay higher school taxes so their brats can get a laptop computer from the school to "do homework on" and to play on the internet in chat rooms and on message boards. Not only do these jerks let their brats ruin my good time in real life, they want me to support their brats' internet usage to ruin my online life as well.

Got to be mindful of the cripples too. Give them the best parking spots. I've got to lug a buttload of books a mile from parking to classroom while they get to park right next to class. They also want my tax dollars to pay for their education. Then they want to tell me what I can and can not say on a GD message board. Same goes for retards. Support the retards and be careful what you say so as not to offend them. Keep them out of my space!!!!!!!!!!

I need some things in this world too. A place where I'm not cheated, stolen from, taken advantage of, denied access, censored, and muzzled for the benefit of the brats, cripples and retards.
 
Many people will agree with you, though not the liberals, bleeding hearts or politically correct among us.

However, I just want to say that I dislike children -- all of them. I've never liked children, never will. Think they are better off seen from a distance, and never heard unless they can make sense, be polite, mind their manners, and stay out of my way. I do not find them cute, adorable, or have anything going on in their little minds that I need to hear.

Thank you.
 
Here, here, particularly on the part about going to the movies. I just don't go anymore. A big screen TV and a DVD player have made it unnecessary, and there are very few films anymore than I can't wait a couple of months to see.
 
I have no problem with children in general. I like kids and wish I had some grandchildren. But, I draw the line at making everything for kids or any other special sector of the population.

Last Friday, I went to see King Kong for the second time with friends who hadn't seen it yet. We went to the late movie - 8 p.m. I figured it would be the Friday night date crowd at worst. What was there were a ton of parents with their little bitty kids - 3 to 7 years of age. All I could hear was the incessant talking of the little child behind me who thought Ann Darrow was a Barbie Doll Kong was playing with, followed by the screaming about the dinosaur attacks. These parents should not have children - they are abusing them via horrifying graphic images.

I agree we have to be mindful of one another and treat each other respectfully, but there is a point where their needs are constantly usurping mine and I'm tired of it.
 
There was an article in Slate online magazine about this very subject. I had clipped the following quote:

“Too often, though, our cultural emphasis on freedom and individual rights gets taken to the extreme, becoming a kind of selfish entitlement that undermines our ability to function as a civil community. . . The rights of any one individual . . . do not negate the rights of others."

George Scarlett, professor of child development,Tufts University in Boston.

One of the nice things about grandchildren is that you can give them back to their parents when you've had enough. And yes, I do have one son, but he's an adult now.
 
As someone with health issues, I happily park further away in non-handicapped spots. There was a time when I DID have to use them though. The "price" is not worth the convenience of parking close to the store.

The only thing worse than not being able to park in handicapped spots is needing to park in handicapped spots.

Trust me on this. I know it sounds obvious, but you really don't appreciate good health until you have problems.

I'll gladly walk the extra 20 feet if it means I'm pain-free, can breathe easy, etc. I have nothing but compassion for people who need to use them and I'm damned glad I'm not one of them.
 
Yes, I agree Bonz. My best friend since third grade, has an atrophied diaphram, has a permanent trach tube, and has to sleep with oxygen. She has the handicap plates because of her condition coupled with severe asthma, but she has been accosted on several occasions when she's used the handicapped parking spaces. I do not begrudge anyone with plates the use of the closer parking spots. They are needed.

But children. . .that's another story. I know, I'm evil.
 
So, being crippled gives you the right to dictate life to me non-stop morning, noon and night every damn day for the rest of your life? Make your whole life about me and my problems then ask me to make my life about you and yours.
 
Appears that way. Assuming, of course, you directed your last post to me. Or was it directed at my friend who cannot breathe without a trach tube and oxygen, has severe osteoporousis (broke a vertebra while standing), and just recently had hip replacement surgery. Or was it perhaps just directed to all gimps in general?
 
If a person is truly handicapped, then I am in complete agreement with handicapped parking spaces. Don't take my agreement with the original post to mean I do not agree with the truly handicapped being given these spots.

What I disagree with is the number of people with handicapped plates and cards who really don't need them. Yes, I know, sometimes a person's handicap isn't visible, but there are times when you see someone pull into a handicapped spot and then walk the distance of the mall.
 
And in California they recently changed the law so that if the handicapped plated vehicle is driven by anyone else, even with the handicapped person as a passenger, you will be fined quite heavily.

The days of the free loader gimp with handicapped plates are coming to an end. DMV has tightened up the rules for obtaining one and the proof required. Yes, I've seen those people too, the ones who park in the gimp zone and sprint to the mall. Grrrrrr!
 
Enkephalen said:
Appears that way. Assuming, of course, you directed your last post to me. Or was it directed at my friend who cannot breathe without a trach tube and oxygen, has severe osteoporousis (broke a vertebra while standing), and just recently had hip replacement surgery. Or was it perhaps just directed to all gimps in general?
This type of response and worse is what I'm talking about. You can get all up in a huff because what I say offends you. I'm supposed to sanctify and hold holy all non-ordinary folk for their needs are special and I am but the mule to work, pay taxes, pay taxes, pay taxes, do the work that needs to be done so that the special people's life will be better while mine is made consistently worse and I'm not even allowed to say I resent it!
 
Well, to be fair, there are people for whom walking a couple of yards is as much of a physical challenge as you and I would have running a far more substantial distance.

I would much rather be in good physical shape than have the "privilege" of a close parking space.
 
Quite frankly, I was not in a huff. And you are perfectly free to voice your rage at what you find unfair in life. I have absolutely no problems with your right to free speech at all, nor am I attempting to curb it. I was, however, unsure who you were directing your response to, hence my initial questions.

There are people out there who have severe limitations. I don't mind if they get to park closer to the doors of the mall, shops or restaurants. You do and that's fine. You are perfectly entitled to that opinion and to your anger.

Just as I dislike children, and don't care one wit what anyone else thinks about how I feel. Most people love the little darlings. However, my feelings about the little dears would not earn me a place on the PTA board, although I once was on that board in my youth.

I am not denying you your feelings. And assuredly I am not angry with your viewpoint, was not posting my response to you in a typical EI manner. I am not here to make enemies, just to vent my own opinions.
 
I don't blame the kids, I blame the parents for failing miserably at their roles AS parents. They do nothing to raise them right. Sadly, there are many folks that have kids that really shouldn't.

I don't go to the movies anymore. I used to LOVE going to the movies. Now, I have a widescreen plasma, and DVD player, and a kick ass surround sound system. No cell phones ringing, no annoying SOB's, and no headaches.

I've got nothing against handicapped parking, nor do I mind them being close to the places they need to get to. However, there are just so many of them sprouting up everywhere. So much so, that there are many places that i go to where the handicapped parking is mostly unused. Seriously, how many handicapped folks can there be in this world? An example would be at my university I used to go to. 30 spots all dedicated to handicapped parking in one of the lots. Only about two are used. Cripes. I end up parking three blocks away.

What a screwed up world we live in.
 
Well, I can't seem to explain it so anybody gets it. Only on my island will I actually have a place that is about me once in awhile instead of always about everybody else.

And, yeah, there is some stupid stuff in the world like
Braille on a drive-up ATM keypad.
 
i support people who are honestly handicap having those spaces.

kids? ehh, don't get me started on kids. i'm child free and i don't see that changing... ever.
 
Kids bad behaviors are due to bad parenting. It's the responsibility of the parent to keep their children in line. In my house, the kids knew that acting up in public got them in big trouble and I followed through. Plus they would lose the privilege of going places with us if they couldn't behave.

That meant sitting like people in the restaurant and NOT running around. No loud voices or acting up at table. Manners. If they transgressed, they got (and still will if they're too loud for my liking) "the look". They knew what that meant.

Children are quite capable of behaving, but it's up to parents to teach them to do so and to demand it. My children knew how to behave in public and had proper manners. I see no reason why they shouldn't have behaved in public.

For tiny ones, you schedule going out around their sleep/eat schedules. Only once did I have one act up in a restaurant (we were out-of-town) and we just got through it and got the hell out of there. (And in those days we made sure to go to child-friendly restaurants.) At other times, the children had snacks to munch on (crackers) while waiting for a meal and if they did act up one of us promptly took the offender outside to get her settled.

Some parents just refuse to parent. So don't direct your hatred at the hapless kids, direct it at the clueless moronic parents who don't properly do their job.
 
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