If you don’t put limits on empathy people take advantage of the vacuum. As an example, these scammers, who for cash will email you an official looking PDF saying Fluffy and Hoppy the rabbits are ’emotional support animals’ and you deserve special treatment.
In the article, the two examples given are actual service animals and probably cost upwards of $10K each with a two or more year waiting list. No Swimmer the fish, Fluffy or Hoppy the rabbit was cited, but I assure you, they exist.
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how about empathy gone freakin’ mad?
“Look… be as fat as you want. Tattoo your neck, face and genitals.
Make up a gender. That’s not my business.”
“Just spare me your outrage that sane society doesn’t celebrate
undisciplined, self-indulgent outliers.”
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As a senior I have been cashing in on the Pot Bellied Pig craze. Da be fine eatin. The ads are full of them. Dumb shits want a cute little piggy. Then find out cute little piggys gets up to 130 lbs and roots and shits everywhere. That’s were compassionate senior comes in with straw hat and coveralls. Yah he will have a nice home on the farm, nice country environment. And he does, Just as long as it takes to get him booked into the butcher. Hell better than old seniors eating cats and dogs. And they raise them for yah. Am I joking you figure it out. ha ha ha.
Good for you, Watcher.
It’s morally wrong for country people NOT to take advantage of city slickers. Most of what the city slickers have to throw away on pot-bellied pigs was stolen from the country folk who grow things and dig them out of the ground.
You’ll know Canada has turned the corner when they’re coming to you, begging to do the farm work they used to swear white people won’t do in exchange for whatever scraps even the dog won’t eat.
They’ll miss Porky then.
“Am I joking you figure it out.”
Well, if you are, good. And if you aren’t, better. I don’t need to figure it out, either I’m laughing with you or I’m laughing even harder with you.
Lol! Good idea.
Emotional support animals.
Mine come in 12 ounce slices of sirloin, done medium rare over the Barbie. I am VERY satisfied after one of these.
We will be doing exactly that on Father’s Day this Sunday. There will be seven people receiving lots of emotional support.
I grew up in the day when we grew a pair. Where did all these sniveling loser whiners come from? PTSD is a steaming crock. I suspect it is simply a handy excuse for people who are otherwise nuts. A soldier who is nuts has PTSD. A lawyer who is nuts is just nuts.
“PTSD is a steaming crock”
Spoken like someone who has no idea what they’re talking about. How about you grow a brain instead of a pair.
I would suggest throttling back on the PTSD statement as you are showing your ignorance. It has been around for a long time, even before WW1. We used to call it “shell shock”.
So in defence of many a good man I’ve seen loose it emotionally after being ‘out there’, I’d say you should either retract what you just posted or rephrase that.
I’m x-military, are you?
I agree. Well said.
Uncle came back from WW II after being wounded at Ortona. He met and married a very nice widow with a couple of children. They had a happy marriage and, as far as anyone knew, all was well. It wasn’t until his funeral that we heard that – for years – he would wake up screaming when he relieved the Italy campaign in his sleep.