It’s not those genuinely in need of a hand out or a guide dog or emotional support animal that’s so bothersome. It’s the people absolutely willing to milk every last ounce of goodwill from the rest of us in order to get special treatment for no good reason at all. The current backlash for even a disapproving look at the affectations and entitled childishness of the victims of modernity is just tiresome. It’s pathetic how people are whining about how bad we’ve got it while zooming around the planet at hundreds of miles per hour in flying machines with stewards feeding our impatient privileged asses the cream of the crop so we can enjoy the view.

I’m too old and would not survive a catastrophic event of enough magnitude to be able to step over the worthless snivelers kicking and screaming when nobody is there to find, harvest and cook their food for them or cloth and shelter them. But my child could be and I hope he has what it takes to let them stay where they lay.

“It’s enough to make a man feel sour. Burning minutes every day by the hour. Just to end up gone like everything else.”