That word? I do not think it means what you think.
Oh, this should be good.
Scylla - you’re wrong.
Scylla, we’re still on page one. It’s not too late. C’mon, man. Read that OP again, and think for a moment.
Just apologise. You’re not really an asshole, you just sometimes play one on a message board.
If that’s really the case I’m disappointed. I like you and your posts, and I was half-hoping you were trolling. You just slipped down a few notches in my estimation, not that you care.
Jesus Fucking Christ, what do you have to be jealous of?! With your life? Suck it up, you spoiled git.
No need to attack you dude. Just want to point out that there’s another way to look at it:
What kind of a bad-ass does that guy have to be to be disabled and still driving a Viper?
I’m thinking he was some pretty normal dude, a driving enthusiast, ambling down the road in his 1955 Spyder RS when suddenly he sees a burning building. So the guy hops the curb, drives up to the font door and rushes into the day care center, where he rescues all twenty one kids.
On his way out of the building, the facade collapses on him and his car, but he throws the last baby into the arms of a fireman who has just arrived on the scene–too late. The dude loses his left foot, but an adoring community takes up a collection to replace the guy’s car.
So he’s sitting there with a hundred and fifty thousand bucks, and no damned left foot to use a clutch. After thinking about it for a while, he says, “aww, fuck it. If I’m gonna have to hobble around like this for the rest of my life, I’m gonna do it in style.”
So he limps down to the Dodge dealership and says, “gimme a damned Viper and put me in touch with someone who can drop in a drag-racing automatic.”
And so there he is, reasonably happy despite his heroic sacrifice. Hell, we should be rolling out the red carpet for the man wherever he goes! Let’s all raise a glass to the disabled guy who can still haul ass!
I’m sure it was something like that, rather than just a really arrogant SOB. Someone would have called him on it by now if he was.
Does it seem to anyone else that recently Scylla has gone from ‘SDMB Golden Boy Who Writes Like a Young God’ status to the ‘SDMB Sorry Git We Love To Jump On and Rip Apart’?
I think Dr. Lao is probably right. I read it like the guy saw something out of the ordinary and it pissed him off. I’m assuming he’s cranky due to some sort of sexual frustration which we may or may not hear about in some funny vignette later on.
Maybe I don’t read his stuff the right way but I always assume that it’s mostly tongue-in-cheek. Personally I am much more envious of the Mercedes 280SL that lives down the street than some dinky old Viper.
GKW - I knew it was tongue in cheek.
It still comes off as mindbogglingly insensative/arrogant/bullshitty childish.
He’s ranting about some one else having something that he doesn’t have, but wants. That all by itself would be fine and dandy.
BUt he’s also emphasizing that said person has some serious physical limitation, and but not to mitigate his envy (“he may have a Viper, but I have my health, a loving family etc.”). It’s just another ‘wrong’ that the unknown viper owner has done. (**yes, I know he doesn’t mean this - however, that’s exactly how it comes across, and why he’s getting so much flack).
And, instead of graciously realizing that his powers of communication have failed him, he blames the rest of the people for misunderstanding him.
Anybody ever see the Evil Dead series? There you got Ash J. Williams, considered THE MOST POWERFUL force in the universe in some circles. He cuts off his own hand, 'cuz it turned evil. That, indeed, was quite the crippling blow. He, basically, was disabled.
But you know what? Instead of then taking the cushy way out, he then went on to beat the living shit out of all the forces of darkness, almost single-handedly. Because he’s Ash. He’s a badass. Badasses, no matter how badly they get hurt, never take the easy way out. They go out and kick some tail, because they can. Because they’re badasses.
If you drive a Viper, you’re a badass. Badasses, no matter how badly they get hurt, never take the easy way out.
'Zat about right, Scylla?
I think we’re missing something here. If you buya Viper, you don’t need a handicapped sticker to park in the handicapped spot. You just do it.
Unbelievable. I thought we covered this in the other thread (which I’d link to if shit wasn’t so slow this afternoon).
It doesn’t matter if a handicapped person is driving a 78 pacer or the Millenium fucking Falcon … he needs the handicap spot.
I can’t believe the percieved attitude a car puts forth would make somebody not think that.
“Oh, you’re handicapped? That’s horrible. I’m sorry. Here take this space close to the store. What? You have a Viper? Fuck you. Park in the back and hobble you gimpy motherfucker.”
Boggles the mind.
Are you really that ignorant, Scylla? If you want to hold yourself out that way, you can, but it’s a pity.
Another disorder that often requires handicapped parking but isn’t visible to the eye:
A very good friend of mine requires handicapped parking because of Raynaud’s Syndrome; she cannot be out in the cold - for her “cold” is anything less than about 68. She only parks in the handicapped space when she has to, which is about 8 months of the year. And she gets nasty looks from people all the time because she looks perfectly healthy.
So should rich handicapped people just have their limo take them places instead? Is it ok if it’s a stretch limo or is that too ostentatious?
Something like that happend to a highschool friend’s aunt. Their family owned a car-scrap yard and several of them were pretty good back-yard mechanics. When they fitted out her early model Mustang with hand controls, they also stuffed in a 429 and god only knows what sort of automatic transmission. She loved it!
…Scylla?
:eek:
Point missed completely.
The Viper, being a product of the Chrysler corporation, is, in and of itself, the handicap. Not only must he drive under the stigma of the Pentagon of Evil Death, he has paid dearly for the abuse.
Let him park where he wants.
b.
Envy is an ugly emotion, the more so when it wraps itself in sanctimony.
Your mistake is thinking that handicapped stickers are intended to somehow compensate the handicapped for their disabilities. “Oh, you’re crippled – well, we’ll give you a sweet parking spot to make up for it … .”
You think of handicapped parking as a perk.
And you think of a Viper as a bigger perk.
So you have a hard time imagining that anybody could be crippled enough to deserve two big perks like that.
But handicapped parking isn’t a perk. It’s not intended to “make it up” to people with disabilities. It exists because for many folks walking from the far side of the lot is a major hardship or impossible. Without access to a convenient spot to park they might not be able to go out to work or shop at all.
For them, it’s a necessity.
And that’s true no matter what kind of car they drive.
Personally, I find the image of a Viper in a handicapped space pretty cool. Nothing says “fuck you” to a crippling disease quite like an overpowered muscle car … .
How about if they wear little nametags indicating reason for the sticker and why they chose their car? :rolleyes:
One of my best friends has multiple sclerosis. On good days, she limps. On bad days, she needs to use a cane. She’s also very sensitive to heat.
She’s a young looking 25 and drives a bright yellow Beetle. I’ve seen the looks from people like Scylla.
Guess what. Not all handicaps are obvious. Some people may have bought their car before they were diagnosed, or bought the car to cheer themselves up.
And getting bent about it only proves how closeminded you are. Lighten up and save your ire for something that matters.
Oh, fer crying out loud. This is obvious.
Remember Scylla’s “friend” Mandy, who admired his wheels and was plying him with extra donuts? I’ll bet the free supply has been cut off and Scylla suspects that it’s the dude in the Viper who’s getting all the creme-filled goodies.
Simple pastry envy. Ugly, but entirely human. Let the poor carbohydrate-crazed guy alone.
Dear Scylla:
I use leg braces or a cane due to a congenital spinal condition that was exacerbated by a car accident that broke both my ankles and destroyed several tendons.
Full disclosure: I’m overweight too, but losing all the weight I’m carrying would help minimally, at best.
I own four cars, including a gorgeous black 1966 Cadillac Fleetwood that I show and drive on special occasions. It is in the process of recieving minor cosmetic restoration. If I had the money, I’d own a Dodge Viper. I bought the Cadillac with some of the proceeds of a life insurance policy that paid off when my wife died ten weeks after we were married.
I paid cash for all of my cars, using some insurance money (as stated above), or funds earned at my professional job, for which I spent three years in school and passed a rigorous examination.
I have a handicapped parking placard, which was granted after I had my doctor fill out a form and supply relevant extracts of medical records and the application was reviewed and approved by the state DMV. I use said placard when I’m driving any of my automobiles because I am entitled to and it is a great help.
So, dear Scylla, fuck you.
In case you missed it:
FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE THE FUCK IN ON, YOU MOTHERFUCKER.
Sincerely,
Zappo
PS-Fuck you.
Well, there’s only one way to resolve this: we all go to where this Viper is parked, wait for the person who drives it to show up, and then beat the living crap out of them. Or we could taser them mercilessly. Or something. That way if they’re not disabled, they will be and if they are disabled, well we will have resolved this question to all of our satisfaction. And we’ll have knocked the living daylights out of someone who drives a Viper, which honestly is something I’ve always wanted to do (for no good reason–just sounds like a good idea).
Stop being silly everyone: don’t MAKE me stop the Internet and come back there! 