Fat
people are driving up American fuel costs by $2.8
billion a year just hauling around extra gut, ass
and fatback meat. Kids are as lazy as Belgian
bricklayers and get little exercise other than
reaching for second, third and fourth helpings at a
Moose Lodge Pancake Breakfast.
No surprise here, Detective Monk. Many schools have
outlawed handguns, Bowie Knives and French ticklers. Some blithering dickstring District School
Supervisors have banned Dodge Ball, Tag and giving
obvious homos a playful swirly.
Imagine where America would be today if the brave men of the 82nd Airborne
Division never played Tag as a kid. Trust me, McDonalds would be selling
McSchnitzel and we'd be buying our cars from the Japanese. Roll that around
in your head for a couple of minutes and let's get
serious about making men out of our boys and
girls out of the ones who can't hack it.
Playgrounds no longer feature physically challenging
apparatus like abandoned refrigerators and burned
out cars. Sure, everybody wants to ensure
safety, but hell, how much damage can a kid do in a
shack made out of pallets or hanging from a rope
swing over a bunch of concrete rubble?
Why,
when I was a kid we didn't need video games to have fun. Hell no. Alls we
needed was one match, one firecracker and one cat. What could be simpler?
But just that's the lost dream of an old man. Now we
all end up just getting fat and lazy and having to
line our boxers with plastic or paper shopping bags.
What a choice.
We are a nation of wimps, fatsos and crybabies
because we have created a hypersensitive social and
legal environment. ( I stole that "hypersensitive
legal environment" bit from Rushbo - it's a $5
phrase, huh?)
Any risk could be actionable in court even
you have the greatest Jew lawyer in the world. I
once had a Polack sue me for defamation. He won the
lawsuit and wound up having to pay me $1,600. Know why?
Drunk Irish Lawyer prosecutor, a dumb Pollack
client and a Hebe shyster who needed cash for his
kid's nose-job.
At school, kids are discouraged from playing rough -
slapping kicking, biting, setting trashcan fires -
that might make someone "feel bad." We have sunk to
a new low - a long way in the wrong direction. Or
should I say, "Up Shit Creek without a paddle?"
After all, a little dodge ball of rock fight never
hurt anybody - for very long at least. If you get
smacked, get medical attention, reconstructive
orthodontia and get over it. You don't need ALL
your teeth, do you?
And - next time - duck, Jackass
.angrywhiteguy@mellow.com
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