You know what gets on my nerves? People who have lives that are nowhere near normal, trying to convince me they are just like me. Athletes do it all the time in commercials. You know the commercials I am talking about. Payton (caus he's paid) Manning is walking down the street in a sweat suit while his voice comes over saying something like,
“I may be a football player, but I’m no different than you. I hurt, I bleed, I cry and have fears. I’m human.”
That is B.S. Most people have fears like not being able to afford shelter or buy sourpatch kids. Manning makes millions. Name your top 5 fears. There is a 90% chance that you could alleviate or alter at least three of them with Manning’s money in some capacity! They say money can’t buy happiness. Money can’t buy happiness but it can cover my car note and my credit cards. The inability to pay bills is why people are sad. Give me that sort of cash and I’ll buy me a therapist who will prescribe me pills I can buy to make me happy! In a roundabout way, you CAN buy happiness! See? Manning gets sad for different reasons. He’s sad he had to buy the 2007 private jet because all the 2008 jets are sold out. He’s sad because he wished his private chef flew in lettuce from Romania instead of Rome. I guess he is just like me because I cried over my sandwich also. Well, I cried because I wish I could afford meat to go inside of my sunshine sandwich but it is almost the same thing, just on different frequencies, right?
There are some similarities though. Manning enjoys playing Madden. I enjoy playing Madden. Oh, I misunderstood. Manning likes to play against John Madden, the person, in a game of John Madden, the game. I do the same thing minus the middle part of that sentence. Manning’s favorite player is himself. My favorite player is myself…I spent 2 hours creating myself. I dropped thousands of dollars on my car. Manning drops thousands of dollars in his car, er, his car’s change holder. I once heard a homeless man asked for Manning’s spare change and found himself in the top tax bracket! Geez!
Our lives are nothing alike. Football is his job. I turn on my tv every Sunday to see how he’s doing at work. People pay hundreds of dollars for tickets to watch him work. My friends have yet to show up in my cubicle with a huge “#1” finger cheering me on as I create an excel spreadsheet. It would be awesome to have people behind me cheering DE-FENSE while I am in a meeting and "boo" or write nasty letters when my boss comes down on me too hard. I have yet to see any stranger walking the street in a white dress shirt with my name across the back asking me for an autograph but I’m sure they are out there. I will admit I was hired at a big conference and people cheered when my name was called. I was a first-round pick. Oddly, Nike hasn’t called me about my own sneaker but I did change my number recently.
Let me keep pushing. (This is the apology-worthy section) You know what else I don’t understand? Handicapped people saying they want to be treated equal. I understand no one wants to be pitied, but people go to far demanding they be treated like “every other person.” If they feel that strong about it, I propose no more Braille. “Every other person” I know can see the menu at Ruby Tuesdays. Do blind people even go to movies? Seriously, do they? If so, do they get a discount? I strongly feel that they shouldn’t be charged $8.00 and not be able to have an $8.00 experience. $1.00 should be the price. That’s fair. You say half? I disagree. A picture’s worth a thousand words. All they heard are the audible words and missed thousands of pictures, i.e. millions of words not even being spoken! Not only could they not see the movie, they didn’t “hear” millions of “picture” words! $1.00 may be overcharging them but I think it is fair at least for rent on the seat they are sitting in. I have an idea. I know it’s illegal to videotape a movie, but is it illegal to audiotape it? There are millions to be made if someone would audiotape films and sell them to blind people. I have to look into that.
I’m talking ridiculous, right? Handicapped people are just like every other person as far as their worth are concerned. I would never argue that. But I think the desire that I act as if I see a three-legged man all the time and not stare is too much to ask of me. I’m staring. I'm getting complete strangers attention and pointing while he looks on. I may even take pictures with my camera phone. You don’t see that everyday! If I should treat everyone equal, I choose to write down directions when the blind person asks me how to get some place or at least I tell them to make a left at the purple barn with the giraffe in the yard. I mean you can’t miss it! It’s huge! Afterwards I will follow him/her with my cameraphone because I have got to see how he/she manages to drive! Like how I went gender neutral there at the end? I'm in touch with the woman community. You can be blind too!
My mental wheelchair ramp is over at humor-blogs.com
“I may be a football player, but I’m no different than you. I hurt, I bleed, I cry and have fears. I’m human.”
That is B.S. Most people have fears like not being able to afford shelter or buy sourpatch kids. Manning makes millions. Name your top 5 fears. There is a 90% chance that you could alleviate or alter at least three of them with Manning’s money in some capacity! They say money can’t buy happiness. Money can’t buy happiness but it can cover my car note and my credit cards. The inability to pay bills is why people are sad. Give me that sort of cash and I’ll buy me a therapist who will prescribe me pills I can buy to make me happy! In a roundabout way, you CAN buy happiness! See? Manning gets sad for different reasons. He’s sad he had to buy the 2007 private jet because all the 2008 jets are sold out. He’s sad because he wished his private chef flew in lettuce from Romania instead of Rome. I guess he is just like me because I cried over my sandwich also. Well, I cried because I wish I could afford meat to go inside of my sunshine sandwich but it is almost the same thing, just on different frequencies, right?
There are some similarities though. Manning enjoys playing Madden. I enjoy playing Madden. Oh, I misunderstood. Manning likes to play against John Madden, the person, in a game of John Madden, the game. I do the same thing minus the middle part of that sentence. Manning’s favorite player is himself. My favorite player is myself…I spent 2 hours creating myself. I dropped thousands of dollars on my car. Manning drops thousands of dollars in his car, er, his car’s change holder. I once heard a homeless man asked for Manning’s spare change and found himself in the top tax bracket! Geez!
Our lives are nothing alike. Football is his job. I turn on my tv every Sunday to see how he’s doing at work. People pay hundreds of dollars for tickets to watch him work. My friends have yet to show up in my cubicle with a huge “#1” finger cheering me on as I create an excel spreadsheet. It would be awesome to have people behind me cheering DE-FENSE while I am in a meeting and "boo" or write nasty letters when my boss comes down on me too hard. I have yet to see any stranger walking the street in a white dress shirt with my name across the back asking me for an autograph but I’m sure they are out there. I will admit I was hired at a big conference and people cheered when my name was called. I was a first-round pick. Oddly, Nike hasn’t called me about my own sneaker but I did change my number recently.
Let me keep pushing. (This is the apology-worthy section) You know what else I don’t understand? Handicapped people saying they want to be treated equal. I understand no one wants to be pitied, but people go to far demanding they be treated like “every other person.” If they feel that strong about it, I propose no more Braille. “Every other person” I know can see the menu at Ruby Tuesdays. Do blind people even go to movies? Seriously, do they? If so, do they get a discount? I strongly feel that they shouldn’t be charged $8.00 and not be able to have an $8.00 experience. $1.00 should be the price. That’s fair. You say half? I disagree. A picture’s worth a thousand words. All they heard are the audible words and missed thousands of pictures, i.e. millions of words not even being spoken! Not only could they not see the movie, they didn’t “hear” millions of “picture” words! $1.00 may be overcharging them but I think it is fair at least for rent on the seat they are sitting in. I have an idea. I know it’s illegal to videotape a movie, but is it illegal to audiotape it? There are millions to be made if someone would audiotape films and sell them to blind people. I have to look into that.
I’m talking ridiculous, right? Handicapped people are just like every other person as far as their worth are concerned. I would never argue that. But I think the desire that I act as if I see a three-legged man all the time and not stare is too much to ask of me. I’m staring. I'm getting complete strangers attention and pointing while he looks on. I may even take pictures with my camera phone. You don’t see that everyday! If I should treat everyone equal, I choose to write down directions when the blind person asks me how to get some place or at least I tell them to make a left at the purple barn with the giraffe in the yard. I mean you can’t miss it! It’s huge! Afterwards I will follow him/her with my cameraphone because I have got to see how he/she manages to drive! Like how I went gender neutral there at the end? I'm in touch with the woman community. You can be blind too!
My mental wheelchair ramp is over at humor-blogs.com










