Which is worth more:
1. A picture worth a thousand words that many eyes have seen
2. Priceless music which no ears have ever heard
Many of us have done it: judged someone without knowing their real story. It’s pure ignorance and it’s what makes dealing with some people in this world a real challenge.
A young woman with Lupus recently parked her car in a handicap spot. Her handicap placard was clearly visible. But some incredibly ignorant moron couldn’t accept the fact that someone with a disability could actually walk into an establishment, even after parking in a handicap spot.
This idiot more than likely has no idea what Lupus is. That’s because they are too busy watching for people with handicap placards and then shaming them with nasty notes. Like this one this imbecile decided to leave on this woman’s windshield:
“You should be ashamed!!” the note read. “When you take a handicap spot an actual disabled person suffers. You were not raised as you should have been.”
No, moron, YOU are the one who should be ashamed. You’re not the one who has to put up with joint swelling and pain to the point where you can’t walk. You’re not the one who suffered a huge facial rash and hair loss. And if you did you probably wouldn’t be able to handle it.
My husband has experienced the same thing, except he faced the person head-on. My husband Michael has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) for almost thirty years. Like the woman with Lupus, one day he had parked his car in a handicap spot (with his placard clearly visible). He got out of the car and began walking towards the store. That’s when he was approached by some bold, ignorant jerk. After my husband took the bastard back to the car and showed him the MS sticker in the back window, along with the crutches that he kept in the car for his bad days, the prick actually had the nerve to apologize. My husband just walked away. It wasn’t the first time this had happened to him.
I know there are people who do illegally park in spaces dedicated for handicap individuals. There are fines for them. But let’s not penalize the person who is legally disabled and is challenged with something most of us take for granted: walking. These people have been punished enough in life.
ESPN was once an honorable, credible, classy sports network.
But the most recent meltdown by their Twit In Training Brit McHenry makes me realize that those honorable, credible classy days are gone.
Following McHenry’s inhuman tirade to an employee at a towing company, all ESPN could do was suspend her for a week. Basically their statement to others who think they are “above” everyone else: you can berate another human being all you want, verbally abuse them, maybe even spit at them and you’ll just get a little slap on the wrist.
I don’t care if McHenry has a Doctorate in ass wiping. She’s the real dummy in this scenario. No one made her illegally park her car so she could go fill her smug little face with Chinese food. That was her decision. Then after her car got towed she cried “boo-hoo”.
She never admitted to doing anything wrong. No siree. Because she’s a big TV star. And she matters. Although most of us have never heard of her. And she is breaking the law. So because she’s embarrassed she was parked illegally and her car needed to be towed she belittled the employee at the towing company. Because belittling someone who isn’t on TV sure makes those who are on TV feel so much better when they’re wrong.
The towing employee was just doing their job. And they kept their cool. Which is more than we can say for McHenry.
So what’s next for this Twit-who-thinks-she’s-better-than-everyone-else? I hear she’s planning on shoplifting some prime jewelry because she thinks she can get away with it. After all, she is on TV.
Hey, I don’t just love to write…I also love to read!
And I like to tell others about what I read.
I’ve started my “BOOKSHELF” page off with two books I’ve recently read and my take on them.
Once again the wonderful world of social media has reared its ugly head and stirred up a beehive that really didn’t need to be stirred up.
Apparently there is a Facebook page out there that was created which insinuates that if you brought a child into this world via C-section, then you didn’t give birth. Uh-huh.
Face the facts, huh? If us C-section mothers didn’t “give birth”, then what else would you call bringing a human life into this world? Just getting cut open and pulling out a kid? Get real.
What these extremists need to realize is that no matter HOW you bring a child into this world, via vagina, C-section, test tube, fairy dust, what is most important is how you mother that child. I don’t care if you were in labor for 24 hours without an epidural. If you abuse your child, it doesn’t seem too heroic, now does it?
Let’s not leave out all the adoptive mothers who never had the chance to either push their child into the world or have their kid pulled from their insides. Does that make them any less mothers? I don’t think so.
So, bitches, let’s put our birthing experiences aside. One birthing method over another does not make any of us superior. We all suffered some kind of pain. And as mothers I think we really need to focus on what is most important: our children and the best lives we can give them, not how we brought them into this world.
This past week I was faced with a tough task: I had to comfort a 13-year-old girl I mentor over Zayn Malik’s recent departure from the boy band One Direction.
Here’s how the conversation kind of went:
13-year-old heartbroken girl: Why would Zayn leave the group? (choking on a sob) How could he do this?
Me: Honey, I know you’re upset. These things happen all the time. Look at the Beatles.
13-year-old heartbroken girl: Who are the Beatles?
After that I held my tongue. Although I really wanted to give this kid a dose of reality, I couldn’t do that to her. However, if I could’ve mustered up the courage to lay the truth down to her, here is what I probably would have said:
When four or five guys (or girls) form a band and that band becomes fairly successful, something called EGO takes over. And when four or five EGOS are fighting for this or that, all hell can break loose. Shit happens. Such as:
A woman comes between two members of the band and wham! Not only is the group done but so is a friendship.
A band member becomes physically hurt in an accident. To numb the pain he is turned on to heroin by a “friend”. As his addiction increases, the other members intervene. He is eventually kicked out of the band. The band covers it up saying that this band member who has left is “pursuing other musical interests” but interestingly enough, this band member does nothing musically for years. The remaining members eventually disband and the drug addict member does recover and eventually does make a musical come back.
A band member is murdered by another band member.
A member of the band leaves because she wants to settle down and have a family.
A member of the band turns 16.
The band gets OLD. Nobody buys their music any longer. Who cares?
I could go on and on. Over the years there have been countless band demises for numerous reasons. Most of us don’t stay in the same job with the same company all of our lives. Why would we expect the same of any musician?
Seeing your favorite band perform when you are 13 is a lot different from seeing that same band perform when you are 30. You’ve all grown up. And most musicians don’t age well. They have developed certain ailments: arthritis, diabetes, hearing loss, vision loss, memory loss. Try to enjoy a performance from a musical act whose guitarist is struggling to play the guitar due to arthritis, the drummer keeps hitting the cymbal in the wrong spot because his depth perception is off, the bassist is wishing he could escape to the bathroom, the keyboardist is playing the wrong notes because he can’t hear well and the lead singer is trying to remember what the hell city he’s in. That’s when it’s time to hang it up.
Sure it would be nice if our favorite bands could last forever. But would we still want to see them when we’re in our sixties and they’re in their eighties (if they are even still alive?). Not every band is the Rolling Stones…
So to my 13-year-old friend I say: you have the memories of when Zayn was in the band. If you really care about him as a fan, be glad for him that he is finally able to do what he really wants to do, whatever that may be. Maybe you’ll catch him on the One Direction Reunion Tour thirty years from now….he’ll be the one with the cane.
Wow. Can your lot please get lives and get them soon? I’m sick of rolling my eyes and shaking my head at all your social media bullshit.
If it were all over tomorrow, you’d be the first bunch off the bridge. And you probably will be.
You’re crying because there isn’t any. Then you cry when it’s all over. As it was once said to me by the “leader” of what makes you so pathetic: “these people can be so damn demanding. I should’ve given this up years ago”.
Yes, you should’ve. And you will. Soon. The pathetics just don’t know it. And you’ll bear the brunt of the patheticness when it does.
Today was a sad day for many in Patriots Nation. We learned that veteran defenseman Vince Wilfork will not be picked up by the Patriots for the upcoming season.
There aren’t too many athletes I admire. Vince Wilfork is just one of the few that I do. His farewell note left on Twitter brought tears to my eyes. Although he will always be a Patriot, Vince will also be much more. He is one classy dude who has lent a hand to everything from diabetes research to aiding financially challenged children with his very own foundation. For many Christmases he was the standee wearing a Santa hat in various Eastern Banks where customers could come in with a donated toy and get their picture taken with the standee. On a couple of occasions some were lucky enough to actually get their picture taken with the real thing. He even came to the aid of a motorist involved in an accident. And that was while heading home after being part of the AFC Championship win.
His face will be missed on the field.
Vince, you will always be remembered and never forgotten. I will still wear my Vince Wilfork t-shirt with pride.
We thank you for all you’ve done here in New England. Although your future endeavors may never match what you’ve given Patriots Nation, I’m sure you’ll still be the great In”Vince”able Man wherever you may be.
Here’s a scenario: You get into a car accident and your car is out of commission for a couple of weeks. Good thing you have rental coverage on your insurance policy.
So you go to the car rental company that the insurance company contracts with (which just so happens to be the same car rental company just about every insurance company contracts with). They don’t even have any vehicles comparable to your own vehicle which is a SUV. So they stick you in a Chevy Malibu. The rental car employee inspects the car in your presence and supposedly finds no dings or scratches on the car. You don’t notice any either but then again, you’re not looking on the roof or on the window. Then again, you don’t notice the employee looking on the roof of the car either.
Two weeks later you finally get your vehicle back. Upon returning the rental you start to get the run around from the rental agent that “your insurance hasn’t authorized payment on the rental” and “we haven’t been able to get in touch with your insurance company”. Then they begin pointing out all these scratches all over the vehicle, which supposedly weren’t there when you rented it. There’s even a scratch on the roof of the car. The employee actually has the nerve to ask if you have taken a shovel to the roof of the car to remove snow. Why would you do that? You don’t even do that to your own car. This guy’s an ass for even accusing you of doing such a thing.
You’re asked what happened to the car. How the hell would you know? You’ve had the damn car for two weeks and have gone back and forth to work, to the store, to other various places. If any of this damage they’re accusing you of occurred while in your possession, how could you possibly know exactly where and when and how it happened? The rental company forces you to file a claim with your insurance company right then and there. More money gone from your pocket into theirs. This is how these rental companies work.
As someone who worked within the insurance industry for many years, this scenario is very common. Both insurance companies and rental car companies may say they hark on good customer service but mainly what they’re interested in is making money. And when they see an opportunity to make money, they will do it. If I had a dollar for every person who is forced to file an insurance claim with their company for damage to a rental that was allegedly discovered upon return, I’d be sitting on a beach somewhere sipping Mai Tai’s.
A solution to the problem? Something a friend of mine did once. She rented a car. After they went over the details of the car and noted there were no damages, she took pictures of the car with her cell phone while still in their parking lot. The pictures were dated and timed. Sure enough upon returning the car they began accusing her of causing all kinds of damage to the car. A scratch here. A ding there. When they demanded she call her insurance company, she whipped out her phone and showed them the pictures she took. With the date and the time stamped on them. In their parking lot. Guess what? The scratches and the dings that they accused her of causing had already been there. She not only proved them to be crooks but she also saved herself the cost of her deductible and having to file an insurance claim.
So why do rental car companies pull this shit? I believe it’s because they don’t make as much money off a rental set up through an insurance company as they do from someone going on vacation. So they have to make up for the difference somewhere.
Basically it all comes down to money.
Well, we can all finally rest peacefully. Louie the Wurlitzer-playing creepy clown has finally been found. Louie disappeared years ago from his home at Joyland, a Wichita, Kansas amusement park.
Louie went AWOL shortly after the park closed in 2004. He was found earlier this week at the home of an imprisoned sex offender who once worked at Joyland. Apparently this pervert was planning on making Louie his own personal bitch!
Considering his age of 50 and value of $10,000, Louie was in great physical condition with a big smile on his stupid face when authorities discovered him. He was in the process of starting a poker game with fellow clowns Bubbles, Koko, Bozo and Ronald McDonald. It should be noted that the authorities discovered a large supply of alcohol, marijuana and Happy Meals on the premises and that Koko chain-smoked the entire time they were there. When asked what he’s been doing for all these years, Louie had no comment and left the home with the authorities without incident. It’s believed that Bubbles, Koko, Bozo and Ronald are still in the middle of their poker game but will soon be returning to their rightful circuses and restaurant. Once that last bottle of booze is empty.