The Price Of Greatness

"The price of greatness is responsibility."
- Sir Winston Churchill

For my first proper post in 5 months, I felt that what I must do, not for myself, but for mankind, is to write an open letter to our Jablogger-in-chief, Jablogger. Jablogger has strayed from the blogging path over the last few months, and I felt that he should be informed that it is his duty to heed the words of the great Winston Churchill. Click below to continue...

and we're back

 
If there is a hell, a great percentage of America's senior citizens will find themselves there based on how they pawn themselves off as handicapped when in fact they are just old lazy fucks. When did handicap stop meaning "paralyzed, deaf, blind" and start meaning "slower than i was 20 years ago due to the natural phenomenon of aging, which everyone goes through by the way, so now my bastard self can get away with parking in spots meant for people who really need it"? Everyone slows down with age and that's fine, but no where else in the world do they get a custom shopping carts to take them from their couch to the kitchen to grab some more potato chips. There is a CLEAR line between lazy and handicapped and it should be respected.
If you're too lazy/old to walk 20 feet from a parking spot to your denture store, I sure as fuck don't want your ass driving a 2 ton piece of machinery on the same road as me. Take the bus, pay someone to drive you, or go to amazon.com.

Remember, Remember

The fifth of February.

On this day, in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred Seventy Nine, the Lord gazed upon the world he had created and proclaimed,

"Let there be... Jablogger"

Some might say it must have been a slow day. Not me though.

Happy Birthday to our Jablogger in Chief.