tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852758698524678514.post6802877690066508402..comments2023-06-06T12:12:47.082-04:00Comments on The Descriptionist: Motorized WheelchairThe Descriptionisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736750401020104899noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852758698524678514.post-45529763116887078012008-12-19T12:02:00.000-05:002008-12-19T12:02:00.000-05:00I was recently subjected to a disturbingly obese-a...I was recently subjected to a disturbingly obese-and-diabetic welfare cow on Broadway. She was contributing to the energy crisis by rocket-rumbling between the walkers and for-sale Christmas trees. The juxtaposition was jarring. Lined up like prisoners or teenage orphans, there were these blue spruces-majestic and aromatic, life-giving and immobile. And mechanically inching into the frame was this Baroness Harkonnen, accoutred with her own 21st century suspensors. <BR/><BR/>When I was 34, I finally quit smoking. Mostly I wanted to be a good role model for my daughter, to show her that willpower demands making difficult and uneasy decisions on an hourly basis. And as my abstinence took root, I came to see self-destruction as the ultimate form of arrogance. Smoking, drug abuse, overeating-they all represent a latent childishness that demand the abuser be taken care of...if eventually. Self abuse is a social temper tantrum. <BR/><BR/>In urban life, there is no way to shame someone. And that is shameful. No motorized wheelchair can ever bare the full burden of its ridiculously overweight rider.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com