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Monday, September 22, 2014

Handicapped parking, white privilege, and fatal stupidity



h/t RedState

Being handicapped is difficult. I'm not handicapped, but I've seen the struggle my father goes through getting in and out of tight places where his motorized wheel chair won't fit. I understand how difficult it can be. Just getting into the bathroom can be an exhausting event. People who're handicapped need handicapped accessible parking near ramps and sidewalks. Then of course, there are the walruses and the perfectly ambulatory elderly. These are the ones who have that blue-tag-thingy hanging from their rearview mirror. They can get out of their car and walk far enough into the store to ride one of the store's motorized shopping carts. With an American population that is literally growing increasingly more obese it seems as though every other car on the road has one of these bright blue things hanging from their mirror.
More than a third of U.S. adults earning less than $15,000 a year are obese, while only a quarter of those earning more than $50,000 annually carry that distinction. And there's even a generational divide: Baby boomers (adults aged 45 to 64 years old) are more likely to be obese than any other age group.

What might be most disconcerting, however, is how quickly and completely the obesity epidemic has overtaken the country. In 1990, not a single U.S. state had an obesity rate above 15 percent, but by 2000, only two, Arizona and Colorado, had obesity rates below 15 percent, and by 2010, not a single state had an obesity rate below 20 percent. Even last year, adult obesity increased significantly in six states — Alaska, Delaware, Idaho, New Jersey, Tennessee and Wyoming.

The problem is such that nationally, obesity has leveled off at just over 35 percent, which has earned the United States the unenviable distinction as the world's most obese major country.
Work with me here... could it possibly be that all these doctors with their blue hanging mirror decorations and all the malls, grocery stores, and Wal-Marts with their square acres of handicapped parking spots at the front of every parking lane, and their fleets of "mobility scooters" make it that much easier for every walrus to just sit on his or her fat ass and ride around everywhere they go? The way things are now, the only exercise these walruses are ever going to get is the short walk from the couch to the refrigerator.

What is white privilege, does it exist, should you be concerned, angry, defensive, or perhaps smug?

To fully understand white privilege requires that you not only be black, but that you also grow up in a black neighborhood. I'm sorry Hispanics and Asians, you are just not capable of fully understanding this term. Moreover, all you rich blacks who grew up in affluent neighborhoods, you also can never fully understand the full scope of this terrible concept known as "white privilege." Finally, for white people like me ... well, we're so incapable of understanding what white privilege means, that most of you probably don't even believe it even exists! Oh sure, we can hear a black person recite the definition, but it is simply meaningless to us. It's absurd, even ludicrous to our lily white ears. I gather that it's something about how white people have it so great and black people have it so bad and the reason for this basic truth of life is that it's all the white people's fault, because of slavery or something. That's about as much as I could fathom.

Now, it's possible that you think my flippant dismissal of this entire concept is misguided or even typical of a white person—typical because I'm a benefactor of white privilege of course. Therefore in the interests of attempting to soothe your racially offended butt-hurt feelings, I'm going to go further into this concept than the surface appearance which—by the way—looks to me like "African-Americans" believe that white people owe them a living.

To black people, White Privilege means that whites benefit from an unseen and unremarked upon advantage in our dealings with others as we go about through our lives. When we walk into a nice restaurant they have a table ready for us. When we apply for a loan we get it. When we apply for college we're accepted. When we apply for a job we're hired, and at a much higher pay rate than the few minorities that occasionally slip through—due to a clerical error no doubt. You see, black people's eyes see us as clueless pink fools just wandering about and airily dismissing those of the darker persuasion. We never give African-Americans and their hell-on-Earth lives a second thought. We're white and we just assume that everyone is treated like we are, like royalty. If you're white, now is the time to stop and imagine what life would be like if it hadn't been handed to you on a silver platter and with a silver spoon for your soft pink hands to hold.

To white people, success is a simple formula that has absolutely nothing to do with race. It all starts once a child is born. Both mom and dad interact daily with the child teaching baby to talk, reading to baby, loving and cuddling. Once the child is old enough to start kindergarten, parents demand ever increasing levels of commitment and effort from their children. If all goes as planned the young adult graduates from high school with good grades and the opportunity to attend college. The effort and commitment continue and once college is successfully completed, these upwardly mobile young men and women are set to obtain high-paying jobs. Once they're set with a good job they start thinking about marriage and family. That's the American dream, not just for whites but for everyone, except black people of course. I guess that's why black people think we're so clueless, because we don't understand why black people can't follow the simple plan I've just described.

Two theories account for the disparity in outcome between blacks and practically every other race: the first theory—the politically correct theory—is called "white privilege," which was just discussed. The second theory for the disparity of outcome is described in many different ways and so most people probably assume there are many theories, but in fact they all boil down to one root cause. This singular cause accounts for the miserable existences of most African Americans. It can be explained in simple terms thusly: It's their own damn fault!

I don't want to go full-on politically incorrect—aka raaaacist—and suggest that dad wasn't there for the black kids, but I will. Why wasn't daddy there? Maybe it's because of no fault divorce. Maybe it's because of child-support. Maybe it's because of foodstamps and welfare checks. Regardless of the reason, it's a fact that in black households, dad was AWOL, missing in action, or dead. He wasn't there because he didn't have to be there. He wasn't there because Uncle Sam in his infinite wisdom passed a whole bunch of laws that made his presence not only financially unnecessary, but also downright financially inconvenient.

Who voted for all these family destroying laws? It was the Democrats. Who voted for all these family destroying Democrats? It was every single black person who voted. There's your chain of cause and effect right there. Black people for the past sixty years have gone to the polls and almost unanimously have cast their vote to live on welfare, to eat on foodstamps, to live in section 8 housing, to receive substandard educations, to be killed in drive-by shootings to be mugged by drug addicts, to live each and every day in fear in their terrible neighborhoods. Black people voted and as they say elections have consequences.

In conclusion, there's a horrific twin similarity between people choosing to be handicapped and people voting for Democrats. In both cases they think their lives will be made easier. As they grow more hugely grotesque, as they remain uneducated and poor, as they go through the day wondering why their lives are so difficult in spite of government promises and prime parking it never occurs to them that they are the architects of their own hell on Earth.

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