By Smaktakula
Does it make us evil that, when stuck behind a slow-moving car with a ‘tard card (known in some parts of the country as a handicapped placard), we sometimes think, “Hey! Just because you’re a cripple doesn’t mean you have to drive like one!“?
Hailing From 'Bamy Is Its Own Handicap.
And does it make us evil that the next time you’re behind a differently-abled driver who can’t quite drive 55, you’ll think it too?
Bad thoughts are a part of our being, I agree.
I know of a guy in Marion (OH, of course) who has a handicapped plate on his motorcycle. By all accounts he is a class-A douche bag whose hobby is threatening to sue local businesses for slippery floors, hot coffee and whatever other threats he might use to get free stuff. Though he has no visible trouble ambulating, he parks that bike right there in the closest space to the door, every time. How he worked that with the BMV I’ll never know, other than maybe he threatened to sue them if they didn’t give him a handicapped plate for his “body odor” handicap.
The world is full of those cretins. A few years ago, a wheelchair-bound man with a law degree calling himself ‘The Sheriff’ came through our area and extorted tons of $$$ from local businesses under the auspices of the Americans with Disabilities act. Eventually he was stopped by the courts, as it was apparent his suits were extreme, but not before he drove some locals out of business. Ironically (or maybe not so much), local handicapped people were among some of those most pissed by ‘the Sheriff’s’ excesses.