the disabled card

hi, it's mike. as if you haven't guessed that already. thanks charlie for setting me up.

i've been thinking about my place in the world lately - and for some reason that means thinking about how i get these KILLER parking spots and you suckers need to walk 10km just to run an errand. :D

same goes for the latest deal i just got with my new cell phone plan with bell (and i know it's an awesome plan because assbeard called me a fucker for getting it). so yeah, it's a really awesome plan, but again, disabled card.

so here's my point: it's good and all i have access to things like this, not to mention all the other government plans that are available that turn me into a government mooch (hi Russ-kun, sincerely, with love, mike). that said, i also kind of feel like saying "what the hell?" sure this whole thing was caused by events beyond my, or anyone's, control, i don't feel ENTITLED to stuff like this. sure it's great, but i've never explicitly gone running around to government officials telling them to make my life easier because my life is SOOOO HARRRRD or anything.

granted, i'm not saying the people who HAVE pushed for special services (i.e. disabled parking) are whiners. after all, Canada has always been relatively socialist - look at healthcare. but i'm wondering if a sense of entitlement ends up making people in general develop a false sense of superiority. thoughts?

anyway, that was a short post that exploded into a long ramble. on that note i plan to be cross-posting things between blogger/bean dip and my livejournal (if i have anything worthwhile to post). if any of you are offended by this post, i'll schedule a press conference so you can apologize to me later.