Am I mean for using such a derogatory word? Maybe, but I feel it is time to address a few serious issues. First, let me tell you I have nothing against any person with a disability. They can’t help who they are. In a minute, I will give you two definitions of moron. But let me tell you what I have no tolerance for…people pretending they are morons. Yes, you heard me right. As a society we have been duped into entertaining the modern moron.
Am I politically correct in breaching this topic? Nope and glad to not fall into the corner of PC (possible coward). As many of you know, I spit in the eye of PC and kick it in the shins.
1. a person who is notably stupid or lacking in good judgment.
2. Psychology. a person of borderline intelligence in a former classification of mental retardation, having an intelligence quotient of 50 to 69.
The first definition is the modern usage. The second is what people who suffered any type of mental disability were called years ago. Through the years, the word moron changed from a medical condition tag, to someone that chooses to make stupid mistakes over and over again. I call them lazy fakes.
To me, anyone that is born with a condition that is beyond their control is respectable. What isn’t is the man/woman that is capable of doing for him/herself but chooses not to. The group of people that feel they are somehow entitled to my resources for no other reason than they breathe.
Notice Barbie has her Budweisers, Marlboros and Jack Daniels. Maybe looking for her next baby-daddy. Guess who is paying for her career? The American tax payer is. Thanks, sweet cheeks. Every time I tell people I have five children, they ask if they are all from the same daddy. Appreciate that.
Please, don’t take me wrong, I believe in love and charity. I would be the first to feed a hungry mouth, open my home or help find a job for someone in need. But it rubs me all kinds of wrong to see bling bling on a welfare-lifer. If I hear another person tell me they deserve nice things I might scream. Nice things come from hard work. Wants are very different than needs. Last time I checked, $100 shoes and a hair appointment were not a need.
I didn’t forget about the Players. Dude, do you think it makes you a real man to ramble through life? You are no man if you still live in your Momma’s basement. Actually, your Momma needs smacked for allowing it to go on this long. You’re 34, get a job and a life. People are laughing at you, not with you. No, playing War Craft does not count as a career. And if you have designs on Barbie up there, let me smack you as well.
Want to know the kicker? Many people that have disabilities (born or incurred) have a hard time getting the help they need. But Barbie and Player are rolling in the forced generosity of society. Do you see my problem?
Basically, I am tired of whiny, lazy people thinking the world owes them cheesecake when really they deserve anvils. If you are a a woman that uses breeding as a career or a man whose idea of making his way is to pay his mom for his internet connection, you are a modern moron and therefore need to be smacked. Just sayin’
2 Thessalonians 3:10For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.
**Special shout out**
Special thanks to Chicky for her wonderful input on this week’s blog.
No Welfare Barbies were hurt in the making of this blog. It’s a doll, silly.
I laugh at awful things so I will not cry at the sadness of society all the time.