Thursday, September 5, 2013

Mrs. Brown, You Have a Noisy Retard....

This is supposed to be a heart-warming story.

Somebody brings a retard into a restaurant, the retard starts acting up...and a do-gooder comes over and pays the check and writes a love note for Mama and Moron.

Oh, stick all THREE of them in the fucking oven. Really. The mother, the child, and the Holy Goof.

Go try and figure out who is the stupidest among these stooges. Look, it isn't easy to haul any fucking kid around, or anyone who is mentally a kid. Just have some fucking common sense and try NOT to be a nuisance to everyone else. For example, take your goddam crying baby into the LOBBY and don't keep it in the movie theater. Take it to the bathroom of the plane, don't make everyone miserable for the next TWENTY MINUTES. And if your retard is bawling and farting or pissing his pants...go OUTSIDE, I want to eat my piece of pizza in peace!

Jesus, this do-gooder asshole...so PROUD to pay for the food and write such a Christian note. Except this do-gooder doesn't live next door to the retard, may have finished the meal and was on the way out anyway, or has a retard at home.

Well, hey hey hey, do-gooder, what if you're eating a pizza, and a burn victim walks in, with a face that looks like a pizza, and a squashed up eye that looks more like a burnt mushroom? You still got an appetite? Don't turn away. DO NOT TURN AWAY, fuckhead. That burn victim has every right to be in that pizza parlor, even if it's making everyone nauseous. Let's be tolerant! Pay for the burn victim's pizza and write a nice note saying, "Sorry your face is a little over-done. But remember God loves you. PS, extra flour might take some of the shine off your festering open sores."

This do-gooder could tolerate the braying of a moron? I wonder what else this jerk tolerates or doesn't tolerate. Holier than a donut, this fuck-head.

"Special Needs" people have it tough, but people who have a "special need" to smile at the crying baby on the bus, or shrug when a bunch of chavs or school scumbags come charging into a shop causing chaos, are just saying bad behavior is all right. How about somebody who is incontinent, or suffers from perpetual farting? That's a special need. You want to go over, take a deep breath, and say, "Smells like roses to me?" GET REAL.

How did this article ever get into the paper? Onto the Internet? It's supposed to make everyone feel good? Anyone who feels good reading this is pretty retarded. PS, look where the story took place. NORTH CAROLINA. Is it that unusual to find retards in North Carolina? I think not.

This do-gooder invokes GOD. What a load of shit. "God only gives special children to special people." What, the special people who take the baby and toss it down the toilet? The ones that throw the baby in the dumpster? Yeah, fucko, GOD is watching over EVERY special child.

And why does GOD give a kid epilepsy? Why does GOD give cancer to a 6 year-old? Why does GOD let some babies die in the womb? Hey do-gooder, take your greasy money over to the maternity ward and hand it out every time you see a terminal child or a dead baby...you'll be broke within a day, faster than you can say God DAMN!

What if everybody had the same dimwit idea as this do-gooder? "This noise doesn't bother me...therefore it's fine. Why, I'll even condone it, support it, and encourage it." That's retarded. Let's not encourage crying babies, more stress, more aggravation, breathing second hand smoke, having to hear cellphone babble, walking in dog shit, or other nuisances.

If this mother was momentarily flustered by her kid's outburst, and looking around apologizing, worried that any minute she'd be thrown out...ok, she's got a minute. That's reasonable. The story doesn't say how LONG this kid was acting up. But it would seem to be for quite a while...long enough for some asshole to write a fucking note and decide to pay for the meal!

There are people in wheelchairs, people who are blind, and people who have to haul retards around...and they try to do it as efficiently as possible. They don't want to be a burden. They aren't interested in charity. Many would be offended to be treated as "handicapped" and wouldn't take anybody's money. There are people with no hands who wouldn't ask for alms. And people without arms who don't have their hands out. So when you see a retard, don't act stupid.

2 comments:

  1. This child didn't have an Intellectual Disability. He has epilepsy and wasn't feeling good. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you don't have kids. Do you have any family at all? Do you sit alone at Pizza Hut eating your pizza and are troubled by everyone around you? Sometimes it's not easy and not every parent is perfect. The world is screwed up enough without people like you mocking any act of kindness. Try for one day to not complain and just deal with the noise around you. Maybe then you'd even consider losing the demeaning word retard. You're a pretty good entertaining writer. Why are you so angry?

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  2. Well, first part, I'm angry because entertaining writers don't get paid. Few writers do. Do I wanna own a Pizza Hut instead? No. I'd make even more people sick that way than by writing.

    I don't have a Paypal donation on the blog...'cause I don't want people feeling sorry for me. Besides, I might spend it on pizza in a moment of weakness.

    Point well taken: the kid wasn't retarded. This significantly louses up my screed. How long does an attack of epilepsy last? Do you sit there writing a Godly note and pay for pizza or call an ambulance?? And do you tip the ambulance drivers? Give 'em a take out pizza to go?

    This article was woefully incomplete in detail (maybe written by an intern who wasn't being paid, just promised a job, maybe, after the summer!)

    I have family. We don't go to pizza parlors. Mostly because I'm prone to angry outbursts. They leave me home to blog. Sometimes they write as well, letters to Don Rickles, Joan Rivers, Chelsea Handler, asking "Why are you so angry?"

    Lastly, I wouldn't mock any act of real kindness. Everyone from Kurt Vonnegut to Roger Ebert, to name a suicidal depressive and a cancer victim, believed about the only reason to stay alive is to be kind to others. Real kindness is: "Pizza for EVERYONE, on me!" Why just the epileptic's family? What we have here is potential racism, sexism and discrimination against others at the pizza place, and the middle class who never get a break! It always goes to the poor and the handicapped!

    "Special needs people." The handicapped. Yeah...

    The handicapped. I went up to a mute and said, "OK, what makes YOU so special?" Did I get a response? No!

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