Out, Out, Autistic Asshole

Here's another fucking DAILY MAIL story about a retard not getting special treatment.

See, in this world of "special needs," you and I are supposed to suffer...but a fucking retard can be as stupid as he wants to in public...and mommy isn't even going to try and shut him up.

There IS some good news to this sappy story. See you after the break.

So tell me, moviegoer, how would you feel if you paid $10 or fucking $12 to see a movie...and couldn't enjoy it because a fucking retard was blabbering and acting up, and his mommy wasn't even training him as well as you'd train a dog?

I'd be applauding when they left, too.

Where do you draw the line? Maybe a family of blacks should be allowed to yell at the screen and hoot and shizzle their dizzle because that's their culture?

Should we take pity on some Mexicans or Puerto Ricans who might want to break into some salsa music and play guitars because a movie scene is too slow for their hot blood and low attention span?

How about if a few of these beaners no-speak English, and one of them keeps translating every other sentence in Spanish, in a loud, nasal voice? Shouldn't we take fucking pity on these poor people who don't know our language? Shouldn't we allow that our movie ticket does NOT mean we can watch a fucking movie in peace??

WHAT is so difficult to understand about being civilized and respectful of other people in public? WHAT? WHAT?

I don't want to see your retard slobbering and gurgling next to me in a restaurant. I don't want to tiptoe through dogshit on the sidewalk. I don't want to hear your brainless cellphone conversation. I go to a movie to...get this...WATCH THE MOVIE.

Why is it so difficult for people to be sensitive and responsible and mindful of others? Why is it that so many assholes have to be a fucking burden and a distraction? I get it...you're blind, you need some help (especially in reading this). If you're in wheelchair you're going to make me wait five fucking minutes while the bus driver lowers his ramp and gets you aboard and clamps seat belts in place. I have sympathy, ya time-wasting cripple, I really do. I'm not going to jeer you or even roll my eyes or sigh.

But a loud retard, a barking dog, a brat kicking the back of my chair and all the rest...NO. It can be helped. You train your retard, your dog, your kid, your whatever...or you STAY THE FUCK HOME. What next, screaming babies in movie theaters? HOW DARE YOU?

The "good news' in this sob story is that Mama of Retard, and some do-gooder, are working out plans where all retards and freaks and screaming babies can go to a special screening and ALL have a GOOD TIME TOGETHER. Nice? Fine. Why the fuck not. Movie theaters, which most of us avoid now because they are full of obnoxious jerks, should have special hours for "special needs" people, just as they often have lower prices for senior citizens who want to see a movie at two in the afternoon because they eat at three, and fall asleep at four.

A very bright, not-retarded person, once said, "Children should be seen and not heard." OK, I don't even want to SEE them, but I'll settle for "not heard." That applies to retards. To dogs. To every ethnic group that somehow thinks they're actually superior to others. Let's get back to how we once behaved...with respect for those around us. Parents are so addled they have no idea how annoying their fucking brats are, retarded or not (and most ARE retarded, in one way or another).

If it takes bullying and abuse to get your loudmouth son, daughter, husband out of a movie theater, I'm all for it. I'll be cheering and applauding till somebody says, "Hey, you can stop now, loudmouth fuckhead, we're trying to hear the movie..."