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Went to Seattle Thursday, because that is when all the museums are free. In the museums were more people using crutches or wheelchairs than I'm sure I have ever seen, even counting hospital trips.
I'm sure every 4th person at least, had some sort of disability.
It might have just been a tour group, or something, but since it was a free day, all this did was further convince me that crippled people are just a bunch of no-good freeloaders.
Which begs the question, why don't I have a wheelchair?
The hunt begins.
In political news, on the ferry ride home, some guy began to rant at me, for no apparent reason, about "The Bush Administration".
I love when people do this. Because they're really trying to say "Republicans".
I waited for a lull in the wind, then asked him if he understood that "The Bush Administration" consists of a democrat dominated house and senate.
He shut up.
"You were aware of that, right?", I asked. "That when you try putting the blame on "The Bush Administration", it's really the house and the senate that you're talking about? Mostly democrats?".
Silence.
He stayed quiet for the whole rest of the boat ride home. I read my book, trying not to chuckle too often.
Guess it's easier to just keep your head in the sand, sometimes, then face the truth you don't want to believe.
Not that what I said was really even the truth, especially. There's too many problems with our failed democracy to boil it down to party lines.
But it just made me happy that he knew so little about the system that he couldn't even respond.
Life is good, when you have idiots to entertain you.
And last night, I blew a smoke ring, which made me feel very pleased. Now the eventual lung cancer will all be worth it. Actually, mouth cancer, since it's pipe tobacco. No lung action with that stuff. But smoke ring! Yay!
I'm sure every 4th person at least, had some sort of disability.
It might have just been a tour group, or something, but since it was a free day, all this did was further convince me that crippled people are just a bunch of no-good freeloaders.
Which begs the question, why don't I have a wheelchair?
The hunt begins.
In political news, on the ferry ride home, some guy began to rant at me, for no apparent reason, about "The Bush Administration".
I love when people do this. Because they're really trying to say "Republicans".
I waited for a lull in the wind, then asked him if he understood that "The Bush Administration" consists of a democrat dominated house and senate.
He shut up.
"You were aware of that, right?", I asked. "That when you try putting the blame on "The Bush Administration", it's really the house and the senate that you're talking about? Mostly democrats?".
Silence.
He stayed quiet for the whole rest of the boat ride home. I read my book, trying not to chuckle too often.
Guess it's easier to just keep your head in the sand, sometimes, then face the truth you don't want to believe.
Not that what I said was really even the truth, especially. There's too many problems with our failed democracy to boil it down to party lines.
But it just made me happy that he knew so little about the system that he couldn't even respond.
Life is good, when you have idiots to entertain you.
And last night, I blew a smoke ring, which made me feel very pleased. Now the eventual lung cancer will all be worth it. Actually, mouth cancer, since it's pipe tobacco. No lung action with that stuff. But smoke ring! Yay!