Recently I did an extensive search of the web for foundations or NFP organizations designed to help downed bikers overwhelmed by bills and expenses. No matter
WHAT keywords I searched on most of what I got were links to hundreds of "personal injury lawyers"! WTF? Is personal injury such a huge industry that
it even spams and blots out the few honorable organizations out there simply trying to help for the sake of helping?
I mean, it's bad enough we live in a day and age when schools, counselors, therapists, law enforcement, and peers are expected to raise our young. Then everyone wonders why there are so many little baggy pantsed sideways cap wearing underpanties flashin' vanilla wannabe gangstah rap listening double digit IQ garbage brained crack smokin wastes of oxygen out there polluting the scenery with their buttcracks and skidmarked drawers forcing those of us with tasteful musical preferences to listen to poorly EQ'd sound effects accompanied by undecipherable urban gibberish that on occasion barely manages to rhyme at a preschool level.
One thing is blatantly obvious: Not ALL homo sapiens should be allowed to procreate!
Now not only do I have to worry about all these little turds who can only muster courage with 10 of their little buddies at their side or a 9 mil in their waistband (which incidentally is around their freakin' ankles) but now I can be sued simply for existing, looking scary and criminal because up close it's obvious I'm no imitation. My luck is some freakin yuppie (oh, and if you have a problem with how I use that as a derogatory term, bite me) in a cage will run over me and sue the crap outta my family because they scratched the paint on their beamer causing emotional distress that resulted in constipation lasting more than two days.
Maybe I should sue some of these "beautiful people" for polluting the air I breathe. Not with their cigarette smoke since they have a kniption if anyone within a mile lights up, but for FORCING ME to inhale their horrid cologne and perfume which they so generously bathe in. Look lady, if it smells that bad try WASHING IT. Even wild critters bathe every once in a while. Don't just cover it up and gas me at the checkout in the grocery store. And you guys drenched in a half gallon of Tag or Patchouli, if you are that desperate there are gals ready and willing to relieve your tension for twenty bucks or less and a short drive down town. I have no desire to inhale the aromatic evidence of your desperation.
I guess my search will continue for organizations that are solely concerned with doing what is right, and not in biz to take advantage of anyone and everyone that has even a penny to their name. There has GOT to be at least one organization out there that is run by bikers concerned with helping bikers in need. If not I guess that makes me a dinosaur with outdated beliefs and principles.
I mean, it's bad enough we live in a day and age when schools, counselors, therapists, law enforcement, and peers are expected to raise our young. Then everyone wonders why there are so many little baggy pantsed sideways cap wearing underpanties flashin' vanilla wannabe gangstah rap listening double digit IQ garbage brained crack smokin wastes of oxygen out there polluting the scenery with their buttcracks and skidmarked drawers forcing those of us with tasteful musical preferences to listen to poorly EQ'd sound effects accompanied by undecipherable urban gibberish that on occasion barely manages to rhyme at a preschool level.
One thing is blatantly obvious: Not ALL homo sapiens should be allowed to procreate!
Now not only do I have to worry about all these little turds who can only muster courage with 10 of their little buddies at their side or a 9 mil in their waistband (which incidentally is around their freakin' ankles) but now I can be sued simply for existing, looking scary and criminal because up close it's obvious I'm no imitation. My luck is some freakin yuppie (oh, and if you have a problem with how I use that as a derogatory term, bite me) in a cage will run over me and sue the crap outta my family because they scratched the paint on their beamer causing emotional distress that resulted in constipation lasting more than two days.
Maybe I should sue some of these "beautiful people" for polluting the air I breathe. Not with their cigarette smoke since they have a kniption if anyone within a mile lights up, but for FORCING ME to inhale their horrid cologne and perfume which they so generously bathe in. Look lady, if it smells that bad try WASHING IT. Even wild critters bathe every once in a while. Don't just cover it up and gas me at the checkout in the grocery store. And you guys drenched in a half gallon of Tag or Patchouli, if you are that desperate there are gals ready and willing to relieve your tension for twenty bucks or less and a short drive down town. I have no desire to inhale the aromatic evidence of your desperation.
I guess my search will continue for organizations that are solely concerned with doing what is right, and not in biz to take advantage of anyone and everyone that has even a penny to their name. There has GOT to be at least one organization out there that is run by bikers concerned with helping bikers in need. If not I guess that makes me a dinosaur with outdated beliefs and principles.
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