His talk to text bullshit bugs me.
He started this when the heavy set guy came on as the UG manager.
At first, I tried hurling insults and belittling comments that questioned not only his intelligence but his ability to function in public.
After several of those responses, I had an occasion to deal with someone who is legitimately and apocalyptically retarded. He works as one of the buggy herders at the local grocery store. I saw him doing his thing with the carts when I was in the process of returning my own buggy to said buggy corral. I stopped shy of putting it in the space reserved for them, so as to save the potato faced retard a few steps.
I had begun returning to my vehicle when the aforementioned potato faced retard spoke to me.
“You can’t put that mother fucker there.” He said.
It took me a moment to really process what he’d said to me. After which, I also spoke.
“I’ll park it in your ass next time, retard.” I responded.
While I sauntered away, secure in my victory in a test of wits with a fucking Down’s Syndrome patient, a thought occurred to me.
Someone with an IQ of seventy-five or so had spoken to me in an impolite manner. Instead of shrugging and walking away, I had decided to engage with this individual. Just what was it that I was hoping to achieve? What did I hope would happen? Exactly how did I make that person better?
The answer is that I was as retarded as he was.
This led to another series of thoughts upon seeing another one of this guy’s posts a little later: Just what was I hoping to achieve? What I did hope would happen? Exactly how did I make that person better?
From that moment on, I made a solemn vow to support and aid this young man in his pursuit of journalistic excellence. Hence, I now edit his posts so that people with a fourth grade reading level can figure out what the blue fuck he’s actually trying to communicate instead of insulting, belittling, mocking or making fun of him.