My sister has been in a wheelchair all her life. Those parking spots are necessary for those who have to have a wider space to assemble their wheelchair and transfer into it or those who use a ramp to exit their vehicle. Growing up, only the elderly and the truly handicapped ever parked in those designated spots. Nowadays, I see tons of able-bodied folks parking in them. Usually, it’s someone between their twenties and forties who borrowed grandma’s handicapped parking tag that hangs from the rear-view mirror. I’m guessing they use it so they can park close and not have to bother looking for a spot like the vast majority of us.
My dad used to have a stack of paper flyers in his car that read “Ignorance is a handicap, but that does not entitle you to park here.” He’d tuck them under the wiper blade when he noticed the person exiting the driver’s side wasn’t in need of a medical device or exhibited a noticeable ailment that would necessitate parking in those spots. He said he only got guff from one or two people who received one out of the dozens he handed out over the years. I don’t know if folks today would understand what “ignorance” means, yet alone see the point of the message – or even feel any sort of guilt or remorse.
robert h siddell jr
July 14, 2015 1:14 pm
If you have a kid who is mentally, emotionally or behaviorally handicapped, it is worth money to you at the Social Security Office. Goes to show how the taxpayers are being milked like stupid money cows.
NickelthroweR
July 14, 2015 1:23 pm
@Administrator
You are correct – you can not teach the stupid. The problem, as I see it, is that being stupid currently doesn’t bring with it life ending consequences as it would have, say, 120 years ago. Once the social safety net gives way, the stupid will quickly get to come to terms with starvation and homelessness.
Many believe that the cities will become hellholes but I believe the opposite. If history is any indication of what lies ahead for us, right wing death squads will pop up in our cities almost immediately and begin herding out the undesirables – forcing them into the fringes, the hillsides, the woods so that they can die (or not) out of everyone’s view. These people will be too stupid to offer any resistance – too feeble minded from generations of laziness and sloth.
Finally, we’ll get some Flash Mob type activity at first but those kinds of things require modern communications which they will soon find themselves without. The “social networks” that are maintained on Obamaphones will evaporate leaving the stupid thug to rely his or her own abilities. Death by starvation or exposure will be the eventual outcome.
robert h siddell jr
July 14, 2015 1:42 pm
NicklelthroweR: The Urban Jungle “bush meat” will be Long Pork.
Archie
July 14, 2015 1:43 pm
Speaking of stupid, let me share a story. We are in high tourist season here on the Maine coast and my friends and family are visiting. It’s the only time I go out for food. So, we take our “yacht” as a buddy jokingly refers to it, all 17′ of it to Camden for lunch. We go to a bar, which is relatively empty. Our waitress, or “server”, 30ish, has a figure like a sack of potatoes but is nice enough. I don’t drink booze during the day so I order a Pellegrino since I noticed it on the menu. She comes back and says she doesn’t have any but mumbles something else. I assume it’s a substitute so I say sure.
She then brings me a glass of champagne. I wave it away and ask for a plain glass of water instead.
“Oh I’m soo sorry, soo sorry,” she pleads. Never had that happen to me. Whatever.
She brings me a bowl of lobster chowder as a starter. I tell her I ordered the fish chowder and waive it away. “Oh soo sorry, soo sorry”. I am beginning to think this woman is suffering from a low IQ. Or maybe she just doesn’t give a fuck. Or, maybe this is a well worn strategy of hers, to cover up incompetence with the “so sorry” routine. In any case, I am getting a wee bit peeved.
She returns 5 minutes later and says to me the kitchen only has drumsticks and not wings. Shifting in my seat a little, grimacing, I say fine whatever. “Oh soo sorry, soo sorry.”
I also had to ask for a refill of water. WTF? After lunch, which was OK, I ponder the possibility of not giving her a tip and including the message of “Oh soo solly, oh so solly” on the tab. But I reconsidered in the end and gave her a 15% tip. And people wonder why I don’t go out more often.
Archie
July 14, 2015 1:58 pm
Also, the other day I am getting groceries at the local general store. I notice there is someone new at the cash register. Me no likey. Me no likey change, even a minor one like this. (This is one of the reasons I like it up here as certain things haven’t changed in 100 hundred years.) I know most of the gals who work there and like to engage in chitchat on occasion, often to complain about something since Mainers like this sort of humor. We joke about the outoftownahs, or what my neighbor calls “insurgents”. And so on.
If the young woman had a nice set of funbags, hey OK, that’s fine with me. There was such a woman, an Indian lass, who worked there a few years ago. Me likey a lot. But this one was a snaggletooth type and overweight by I’d say 40 or 50 pounds. As I unload my basket on the counter, saying hello, I notice she has facial hair. Really. As she rings the register, she asks me, “Would you like a bag?”
I paused, thinking to myself, “Are you fucking kidding me?” I bought 3 oranges, paper towels, an onion, olive oil, a bowl of soup, a bag of charcoal, and a few other items. I am thinking to myself, “Oh no, no bag, just give me basket to put my shit into, so I can put it on my fucking head.” I gritted my teeth, and said, “Yes please.”
Seriously, that’s some world class stupid right there.
bb
July 14, 2015 1:59 pm
Nickel Thrower , no matter how you rationalize and speculate that the cities will not be so bad I think you and I have read a different history of currency – country collapses.The cities will be hell on earth at least here in America.The suburbs will be just as dangerous.Oh I know your plan is to be on the water away from the savagery of the land but you will still have to come back to land sooner or later. Then what?
NickelthroweR
July 14, 2015 2:42 pm
@bb
Well, my take on things is this: whomever can organize fastest wins. Give me a squad sized element and a few days to train them and it could easily deal with a mob of 100 or so people. I like to have options and that may very well happen.
When things first go bad, the flash mob will be able to organize quickest and like a school of fish that uses raw numbers to offer itself some level of protection, the flash mob will make a nuisance of itself until they lose the ability to communicate.
Facing these clowns will be what is left of the middle class – engineers, construction workers, project managers & craftsmen – guys and gals that know how to work together as teams. Self entitled fat worthless morons will not do well against those that have had to work all of their lives for the things they have.
The ability to plan, to think while on the move, to strategize and organize isn’t something that is in the DNA of the FSA. I do not fear them as like you do.
bb
July 14, 2015 8:48 pm
Nickel Thrower , who says those engineers ,construction workers ,projects managers and craft men will be friendly to you ? Or They just might turn out to be cowards and do nothing. Remember everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.( Mike Tyson).
My plan is simple : I have about year worth of preps .Beans , bullets , bandages. About a month of clean water. After that my plan is to meet JESUS .(put 12 gauge shotgun in mouth meet JESUS )
NickelthroweR
July 14, 2015 9:38 pm
@bb
Jesus huh? That is your plan? How ’bout this, how about I find and associate with the most creative people I can find. Pretty much every person that I know owns his or her own business. These people know how to plan, understand time management, risk analysis and all have unique skills that will come in handy should things fall apart.
Now, when things do fall apart, I want problem solvers all around me rather than self entitled obese FSA morons. Granted, they’ll make a mess of things up front but over time, the smarty-pants crowd will win.
Finally, you ask why anyone should or would listen to me. I’m not saying anyone would but I, too, have several unique skills that the in crowd would find useful to include an understanding of electronics and communication systems that are EMP proof. I have military experience with practical knowledge of communications and ordnance. Finally, I have a background in education so I’m able to impart the knowledge that I’ve acquired into my “students” at breakneck speeds. I see my role as that of an instructor. Just getting everyone to communicate is a force multiplier that is hard to overcome.
When the term dickhead really applies.
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My sister has been in a wheelchair all her life. Those parking spots are necessary for those who have to have a wider space to assemble their wheelchair and transfer into it or those who use a ramp to exit their vehicle. Growing up, only the elderly and the truly handicapped ever parked in those designated spots. Nowadays, I see tons of able-bodied folks parking in them. Usually, it’s someone between their twenties and forties who borrowed grandma’s handicapped parking tag that hangs from the rear-view mirror. I’m guessing they use it so they can park close and not have to bother looking for a spot like the vast majority of us.
My dad used to have a stack of paper flyers in his car that read “Ignorance is a handicap, but that does not entitle you to park here.” He’d tuck them under the wiper blade when he noticed the person exiting the driver’s side wasn’t in need of a medical device or exhibited a noticeable ailment that would necessitate parking in those spots. He said he only got guff from one or two people who received one out of the dozens he handed out over the years. I don’t know if folks today would understand what “ignorance” means, yet alone see the point of the message – or even feel any sort of guilt or remorse.
If you have a kid who is mentally, emotionally or behaviorally handicapped, it is worth money to you at the Social Security Office. Goes to show how the taxpayers are being milked like stupid money cows.
@Administrator
You are correct – you can not teach the stupid. The problem, as I see it, is that being stupid currently doesn’t bring with it life ending consequences as it would have, say, 120 years ago. Once the social safety net gives way, the stupid will quickly get to come to terms with starvation and homelessness.
Many believe that the cities will become hellholes but I believe the opposite. If history is any indication of what lies ahead for us, right wing death squads will pop up in our cities almost immediately and begin herding out the undesirables – forcing them into the fringes, the hillsides, the woods so that they can die (or not) out of everyone’s view. These people will be too stupid to offer any resistance – too feeble minded from generations of laziness and sloth.
Finally, we’ll get some Flash Mob type activity at first but those kinds of things require modern communications which they will soon find themselves without. The “social networks” that are maintained on Obamaphones will evaporate leaving the stupid thug to rely his or her own abilities. Death by starvation or exposure will be the eventual outcome.
NicklelthroweR: The Urban Jungle “bush meat” will be Long Pork.
Speaking of stupid, let me share a story. We are in high tourist season here on the Maine coast and my friends and family are visiting. It’s the only time I go out for food. So, we take our “yacht” as a buddy jokingly refers to it, all 17′ of it to Camden for lunch. We go to a bar, which is relatively empty. Our waitress, or “server”, 30ish, has a figure like a sack of potatoes but is nice enough. I don’t drink booze during the day so I order a Pellegrino since I noticed it on the menu. She comes back and says she doesn’t have any but mumbles something else. I assume it’s a substitute so I say sure.
She then brings me a glass of champagne. I wave it away and ask for a plain glass of water instead.
“Oh I’m soo sorry, soo sorry,” she pleads. Never had that happen to me. Whatever.
She brings me a bowl of lobster chowder as a starter. I tell her I ordered the fish chowder and waive it away. “Oh soo sorry, soo sorry”. I am beginning to think this woman is suffering from a low IQ. Or maybe she just doesn’t give a fuck. Or, maybe this is a well worn strategy of hers, to cover up incompetence with the “so sorry” routine. In any case, I am getting a wee bit peeved.
She returns 5 minutes later and says to me the kitchen only has drumsticks and not wings. Shifting in my seat a little, grimacing, I say fine whatever. “Oh soo sorry, soo sorry.”
I also had to ask for a refill of water. WTF? After lunch, which was OK, I ponder the possibility of not giving her a tip and including the message of “Oh soo solly, oh so solly” on the tab. But I reconsidered in the end and gave her a 15% tip. And people wonder why I don’t go out more often.
Also, the other day I am getting groceries at the local general store. I notice there is someone new at the cash register. Me no likey. Me no likey change, even a minor one like this. (This is one of the reasons I like it up here as certain things haven’t changed in 100 hundred years.) I know most of the gals who work there and like to engage in chitchat on occasion, often to complain about something since Mainers like this sort of humor. We joke about the outoftownahs, or what my neighbor calls “insurgents”. And so on.
If the young woman had a nice set of funbags, hey OK, that’s fine with me. There was such a woman, an Indian lass, who worked there a few years ago. Me likey a lot. But this one was a snaggletooth type and overweight by I’d say 40 or 50 pounds. As I unload my basket on the counter, saying hello, I notice she has facial hair. Really. As she rings the register, she asks me, “Would you like a bag?”
I paused, thinking to myself, “Are you fucking kidding me?” I bought 3 oranges, paper towels, an onion, olive oil, a bowl of soup, a bag of charcoal, and a few other items. I am thinking to myself, “Oh no, no bag, just give me basket to put my shit into, so I can put it on my fucking head.” I gritted my teeth, and said, “Yes please.”
Seriously, that’s some world class stupid right there.
Nickel Thrower , no matter how you rationalize and speculate that the cities will not be so bad I think you and I have read a different history of currency – country collapses.The cities will be hell on earth at least here in America.The suburbs will be just as dangerous.Oh I know your plan is to be on the water away from the savagery of the land but you will still have to come back to land sooner or later. Then what?
@bb
Well, my take on things is this: whomever can organize fastest wins. Give me a squad sized element and a few days to train them and it could easily deal with a mob of 100 or so people. I like to have options and that may very well happen.
When things first go bad, the flash mob will be able to organize quickest and like a school of fish that uses raw numbers to offer itself some level of protection, the flash mob will make a nuisance of itself until they lose the ability to communicate.
Facing these clowns will be what is left of the middle class – engineers, construction workers, project managers & craftsmen – guys and gals that know how to work together as teams. Self entitled fat worthless morons will not do well against those that have had to work all of their lives for the things they have.
The ability to plan, to think while on the move, to strategize and organize isn’t something that is in the DNA of the FSA. I do not fear them as like you do.
Nickel Thrower , who says those engineers ,construction workers ,projects managers and craft men will be friendly to you ? Or They just might turn out to be cowards and do nothing. Remember everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.( Mike Tyson).
My plan is simple : I have about year worth of preps .Beans , bullets , bandages. About a month of clean water. After that my plan is to meet JESUS .(put 12 gauge shotgun in mouth meet JESUS )
@bb
Jesus huh? That is your plan? How ’bout this, how about I find and associate with the most creative people I can find. Pretty much every person that I know owns his or her own business. These people know how to plan, understand time management, risk analysis and all have unique skills that will come in handy should things fall apart.
Now, when things do fall apart, I want problem solvers all around me rather than self entitled obese FSA morons. Granted, they’ll make a mess of things up front but over time, the smarty-pants crowd will win.
Finally, you ask why anyone should or would listen to me. I’m not saying anyone would but I, too, have several unique skills that the in crowd would find useful to include an understanding of electronics and communication systems that are EMP proof. I have military experience with practical knowledge of communications and ordnance. Finally, I have a background in education so I’m able to impart the knowledge that I’ve acquired into my “students” at breakneck speeds. I see my role as that of an instructor. Just getting everyone to communicate is a force multiplier that is hard to overcome.