I don't mean to be insensitive but...

Is it just me or are there a lot of people with handicap placards today?

I don't mean to be insensitive but I remember when if you had a handicap placard hanging from your rear view mirror you were probably driving a huge white van with a hydraulic lift to lower your wheelchair or gurney to the ground. Or some special, custom made steering and pedal system so you could drive with your feet.

Today I saw a Ford F250 4X4 with an 8 inch lift kit, big Super Swamper mud terrain tires, heavy duty Rancho shocks and a chrome roll bar with flood lights. And way, way up inside the cab, hanging from the mirror, a handicap placard. You'd need a telescoping construction-grade ladder to get in or out of this monster but somehow this driver was handicapped.

Again I don't mean to be insensitive, because there are plenty of people who need and deserve preferential parking, but one day the handicap parking spaces will out number the regular ones. Then not long after that, all the spaces will be for the handicapped, but everybody will have a placard.

Eventually the poor guy with the huge white van and hydraulic wheelchair lift will be left parking on the roof of a five story parking garage.

Supermodel blames families for anorexia

Well if a supermodel says so...who can argue. I came across the story about supermodel Gisele Bundchen blaming families, not the fashion industry, for the rampant anorexia plaguing models these days. She contends that "there are people born with the right genes for this profession", and that a strong family base kept her on a healthy path. Her comment reminded me of the "don't hate me because I'm beautiful" quote from Kelly LeBrock in a commercial awhile back. Well, don't hate Gisele because she's so insightful. Because she's absolutely right. We all can't be supermodels. Just like we all can't be rocket scientists or jockeys.

But if some of these gals don't have the right genetic stuff for runway strutting I think I have the perfect career move, competitive eating. Now I know what your thinking , "that's not funny, you sick insensitive bastard". But hold your Nathans and consider that most of the elite competitive eaters are of average size and one of the best in the world, Sonya Thomas, weighs less than 120 pounds. Popular Science has a theory on this phenomena: "A skinny man's stomach has little fat to push against it and fight the food for space". And since rules state that competitors only need to keep down the comestibles until the competition ends, regurgitation is an option already in most models repertoire.

I think I just came up with the next hit reality TV show. Combine a fashion show with a competitve eating contest. Picture three models, wearing the latest by Versace, strutting to the end of a runway where a table is set up with three piles of HDB's (hotdogs w/ buns). I wonder if Kelly LeBrock is available to host.

Don't Get Me Wrong...

Most people start this sort of topic by saying something like, "Don't get me wrong, I love my dog but...". So, don't get me wrong I love my dog, but. I heard this story about a couple that spent $45,000.00 on cancer treatment for their golden retriever. Now sure there are more worthy discussions to be had in the world today but once in awhile some less worthy stories grab you and demand a response. This is one response, worthy or not. Furthermore this is not for those of you who would have done the same thing as the folks in question. Not enough space here for that. I'm reaching out to those teetering on the fence. People who would read a story like that and think, "hmmm, I wonder what I would do in that situation".

Forget the usual arguments such as the fact that a lot of people can't afford cancer treatment for themselves, or that kind of money would feed a lot of hungry kids. I'm more concerned about where this leads us. Because I'm sure there's some schmo out there who's quite fond of his pet slug and god forbid one day it needs prostate surgery. Not the schmo, but the slug. Now I know what your saying,"Hey I'm pretty sure slugs don't have prostates", just go with me. The problem is where do we draw the line. I'm certain one day at your local vet you'll over hear,"Your parakeet needs a heart transplant Mr. Peterson. How's Tuesday for you?". And I'm only guessing here but I'd bet ferret viagra would be a big sell among owners whose little critter suffers from erectile dysfuntion (again, 'the little critter' refers to ferret, ok).

Whatever happen to letting nature run its course? I mean how do we know these animals wouldn't rather be kept off the chemo and just kept comfortable in their last days.

Ok, maybe with the help of a little medical marijuana.