You see, I'm no longer proud to be an American, or whatever we call ourselves today. Some alternative words come to mind: crybabies, sheep, spoiled brats, spendthrifts, moochers, lard asses, busybodies, and international troublemakers and meddlers.
Several years ago I wrote in my former newspaper column in the Arizona Republic about the symbolism of handicap parking spaces -- about how the kind idea of helping wheelchair-bound people had morphed into an entitlement for those whose only handicap is narcissism. I got more hate mail on that column than any of my hundreds of other columns. Of course, the writers unwittingly proved my point.
A nation that has five times more handicap spaces than are needed to accommodate the truly disabled is a nation with a math handicap. A government that puts multiple handicap spaces at trailheads and tennis courts is a silly government. And a political system that can't say no to such foolishness is a political system that is incapable of stopping more serious foolishness.
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