Quote: (12-13-2014 03:28 PM)Troll King Wrote:
This might get a negative reaction, and I admit it makes me feel a bit bad, but here it is: Celebrating retards.
I went to Little Caesars the other day and they had an entire wall plastered about with little pieces of paper. I looked at it and it was obvious that it was one of those charity things where you buy a little coupon book and you sign your name on the paper and they put it up on the wall.
Well, in this case the pieces of paper said: Angels in Disguise.
I was like, WTF? Turns out it is some Downs Syndrome charity.
I stood there for about 10 minutes waiting on my pizza and I read through the various attention whoring signed leaflets. They all had peoples names on them, in some cases with their own childrens names, and little notes about how great and honorable mental retards are.
Again, I feel a bit bad about it. Seems kinda cruel to pick on retards. Then again, how fucked up is it that there are so many people that want to deify retards. Angels in disguise???
I think we are only going to see more of this in the future. Women wait until their late 30s to reproduce and the result is, as everyone knows, a much larger population of retards. Thanks to womens fucked up priorities and stale eggs.
I don't know. It just struck me as somewhat fucked up that hundreds of people, I counted 120 something notes, felt a need to sign their name on a piece of paper in support of "angels in disguise" downs patients.
I can totally agree to that. I work with retarded people in a nursing home, some of who are deaf, blind and unable to move. Of course I live in socialist cultural Marxist nanny state Denmark, but the care and respect given to people who are almost brain dead is sickening.
Elderly people living in nursing homes have 1 shower a week, they get shit food and there is maybe one staff/worker for 8 elderly people. These people paid taxes all their lives, build or country and gave us our lives.
But the retarded, blind and deaf, some of who do not even have any family, they get the maximum amount of attention and care. They are brain damaged to the point of not even recognizing people as other than objects, have no sense of self, and yet some of them have 50.000 $ in the bank. They get on vacations to the canary islands Norway or Greenland every year, paying for themselves and one or two in the staff. Some of the women I work with talk to DEAF people. They talk to them as if they can hear them, even talking to other people in third person through the deaf retards. Some times they ask me for something, but they ask the retard if they can ask me. As if the deaf retard could actually hear them and would miraculously speak for the first time in his life.
They really celebrate these disabled and retarded people in my country. And I earn a lot of money by that fact.
They get so much care and attention and respect that no one can imagine it. I would almost say that it is directly sick that these people are treated and talked to as if they were normal.
While I think I have an easy and fun job (Retarded people can be really funny, and my female coworkers are so horny that in 9 months I have gotten 3 new lays from there) I feel so much anger that so many people are employed in this field and so much tax money are being spent on people who do not even have the capability in their brains to even care about anything. There are expensive Iphones and expensive TV's in my work place and it is all for people who cannot speak, see or hear.
One of them came home from one week in Gran Canaria today, and he cannot see or hear and he sleeps 12-13 hours a day and his brain is maybe on the same level as a 2 year old.
All the while the elderly people can have 1 shower a week. Celebrating retards and treating our grand parents like shit THAT is a sign of a sick culture in my opinion.
Quote: (12-14-2014 12:13 PM)Days of Broken Arrows Wrote:
I think (white, single) women's use of pets as child substitutes (mentioned above) is major sign.
It's not just that these women aren't breeding. It's the ridiculous moral preening they do, behaving like saints because they "rescued" an animal.
Meanwhile, the actual humans in the foster care system go without real parents. Two decades ago, these women would have been married with kids. Now they can't even relate to people.
When I was in The US for the first time in my life in October I was in New York City and I noticed a lot of decay. Dirt in the streets and generally a dirty looking city, homeless people everywhere, very few really hot girls, a lot of average girls and to many fat, facially pierced and green haired girls. The English language was very unpleasant where everybody seemed to say "O'really" "Like" and "Literally". In my everyday life I normally lock eyes with girls from time to time but in New York City I did not get eye contact from any women besides from prostitutes. Girls were so reserved it seemed.
But it was when I went into an American apparel store in the Chelsea District of Manhattan that I was able to see how rotten it all was.
I was going to buy some baby clothes for my daughter and inside the store I mistakenly found myself with dog clothes in my hands, thinking it was for babies. But it WAS for dogs and it was hanging right next to the baby clothes. There was just as much clothes for dogs as for babies.
I had so many bad experiences in New York that I will probably never go back to the US again. I am not paying to stay in a place where dogs are in as high an esteem as babies are.
Other than that I noticed Police on every street corner in New York and I even saw armed military personnel in at least 2 train stations. I felt totally monitored. The way America welcomed me was to treat me as if I was a criminal. I had to stand in line for 1 hour and 30 minutes just to show my passport in the border control in JFK airport. They took my fingerprints and my whole body was scanned. And then the guy in the booth taking my fingerprints asked me all sorts of questions: "What are you doing here", "Why are you here alone", "What do you do for a living"..
I couldn't even buy a t-shirt in H&M without signing my name on a paper and showing my passport and drivers licence.