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Living The Crippled Life

I went Coachella for the weekend and man was it fun.  Shooting Laser Beams out of your eyes for 8 hours straight is extremely exuasting. As the day wore on and my feet began weary, I spotted a handicapped person , and I thought to myself damn… I wish I had a wheel chair right now.  Not only was he sitting in a roped off section away from the drunk assholes but he also was near the front of the concert, he had the best seats in the house.  Since I was tired I made an attempt to sit down in the handicapped section but was not allowed.  Then I got to thinking, which is really never a good thing.  Why are handicapped people treated better then abled bodied  people.  This is clear example of reverse discrimonation against abled body people.  What makes a person who is handicapped more deserving of the best seats at Coachella then me….Nothing.  And it doesn’ just happen there, it happens everywhere.  For example, if you have a wheelchair you get to cut all the lines at Disneyland. What the Fuck? Having a wheelchair doesn’t impede your ablitiy to wait in line like everyone else.  In fact, it probably more comftable for people with a wheel chair because they get to sit down.  It painful  trying to sit on the railings, that divide the lines.  Imagine standing in line for hours in the sun and watching some guy with a broken leg in a wheel chair passing you line.  I don’t know about you but that would really piss me off, and I might even say something.    I realized that there is nothing I can do about this injustice that able bodied people face on a daily basis, and most people probably think I am an asshole for even raising this issue.  So I have adopted to mentality of “If you can”t beat them you might as well join them”, and have decided to steal a wheel chair from my dads office and use when ever I go out in public.  Imagine getting your own giant row as the rosebowl next year when the Trojans when the national championships….. You can”t!!!.... But I will and every other person in wheel chair at the rosebowl will.  I bet you people will be a lot nicer to me to.  Think about people run into you all the time and never say sorry.  But have you not said sorry to someone in a wheel chair? Nope, you always have.  It is a fact that people are more considerate to people in wheel chairs.  This last post can be summed up with a famous quote from 2 pac,  “picture me rollin”……. On a wheel chair.

 

P.S. God is probably going to punish me for this by maiming my first born……….

I’M Sad To Say, My Blogging Day’s are over…

I came home from work today and man was my mom pissed…I’m talking about the Bill O’Reilly Pissed. I mean usually I stroll through the front door and almost like clockwork ask “ Ma where’s the meatloaf???” and her automatic response is, “right here honey”, but not today. Today she turned bright red with rage and begin nagging at me for the next few hours about when was I going to move out, and grow up. I’m 24 years old and still have the capacity of being grounded by my parents. God I hate my life!! Anyway, I was like, “what the Fuck is your problem?” And wouldn’t you know, one of my greatest in life happened, she found out about the blog. I don’t know how she found out, but somehow she stumble upon my Blog and was not amused. In fact she was “Fucking Pissed”, verbatim, and my mom does not say fucking or pissed often, let alone in the same sentence. She was disgusted in the fact that I would denigrate my family name in such a negative light especially for the entire world to see just to get a quick laugh. In particular she was pissed that I resented my Canadian heritage, something she is very proud ta boot…eh. She gave me the ultimatum: either I stop the blog, MY blog, the blog that I have so proudly called my own, the one I sit down to every night in order to reach out to YOU, my loyal followers, and write about the things that go on in my head and my life in hopes to make your day a little better OR…I find somewhere else to live.

So, as depressed 24 year old, I regret to inform you that I have succumbed to the power of my mom and have regrettably decided to end BenBaumgartenIsBetterThanYou.com right here, right now. GOD DAMN YOU MOM! Anyhow, as my eyes start to tear up, this will be my last and final post until I find somewhere else to live….. or if any one of my devoted bloggees can offer couch to crash on.... this will be the last you will hear from me. It was a good ride, but like they say all good things must come to an end, and our end is here my friends. I used the word “our” because it wasn’t just my blog, it was everyone’s blog. I’m just so upset that I have to stop the one thing I’m half way decent at; the one thing that truly brings me joy and excites me to get out of bed in the morning and the one and only thing I can honestly say I’m committed to.

I will leave you with this: if you find something you’re good at, something that really turns you on (no sexual pun intended you perverts) stick with it!! Stick with it as long as you can despite what your mom tells you… unless you fall under the miniscule percentile of 24 year olds in this country that still live at home like myself. God I’m Pussy. Semper Fi. I’m sorry to all of those who became steadfast followers of my blog. If there is anything remember from my blog? Its this: BenBaumgarternIsSTILLBetterThanPiaArrobio.com!!!

You’re fucking out!! I’m fucking in!!

Thank You

I would like to thank the followers of my blog. Seriously I owe you big time. This is longest I have ever committed to anything in my whole life, except college where I spent a good 6 years of my life. Now that’s what I call commitment. But seriously thanks for the encouragement and support. Keep reading this shit even if you think it’s stupid. Like I have said, I have never been so passionate about something before and it’s because of all the positive feedback I get. I get real satisfaction in knowing that people are actually reading this shit whether they like it or not. If you have any ideas that you want me to blog about, I am open to just about anything because with out you guys Ben Baumgarten Would Not Be Better Then You. But I am Better Then You and don’t you ever forget that.

Economic Slavery

Voting should not be a God-given right, but a privilege that is earned. That is why I think we should impose the 3/5 law on people that make less than $20,000 a year. Think about it, people, who make less than $20,000 dollars a year, are nothing but a burden on society. They don’t really pay taxes; I mean the government might take a small amount of money out of their paycheck monthly, but they get it all back at the end of the year. They usually don’t have health care and depend on Medicare and Medical, all at the expense of the American taxpayer. To think economic expansion starts from the bottom-up is an absolutely ridiculous thought. Has a poor person ever given you job? You can think about this as much as you want, but the answer is “NO!” Economic Expansion happens when a person with money comes up with an idea and starts a company, which in turn, employs people. What a crazy idea? I am a firm believer in Democracy; however, a wise person once said, “Democracy will fail when the people learn they can vote themselves money.”, and that is exactly what has happened. I’m sure that the tax break that President Obama proposes for 95% of the American public will make a big difference. How does giving an extra 300 dollars to poor people help stimulate the economy? It’s not like people, who make $20,000 dollars a year, invest the economy, the only thing they invest in is Double Cheeseburgers from the McDonalds dollar menu. People might read this and think I am horrible person, but why is it ok in today’s society to vilify the rich and not the poor? Just because they have pursued the American Dream and have capitalized on Capitalism, God Forbid you make money! I am not a hypocrite; I practice what I preach. There is a reason why I don’t vote, and it’s because I haven’t earned the right either. Plus, I live in California, and my vote wouldn’t make a difference anyway.