Four the past 4 1/2 days I have been annoyed by the legion of heavyweights tooling around the FFP, because in my judgment, they are too lazy to hoof it like the rest of us.
Merle Wayne, as you can see, has a bad attitude about people who have spent a lifetime making horrible lifestyle choices, riding around on scooters and expecting me to get out of their way.
Of course, not all scooter users are just plain fat. Some have legitimate health problems. And by legitimate, I mean problems they didn't cause through the ingestion of everything that got in front of them.
I'm reading this book called, Justice: What Is The Right Thing To Do? The author invites readers to look at our reasons for making judgments about things and to see if they really stand the test of fairness or justice, to say it his way.
Introspection, I hate it.
Anyway, I got to thinking about my bias toward fat people on scooters and what it comes down to for me is good the old Protestant work ethic. The one that infects most Americans, even Americans who are not Protestants, like me.
We have been bred to crave fairness and if someone has something we don't have, it is no damn fair. This is one of the reasons we hate the rich.
So, at the core of my annoyance is my particular notion of fairness. Why should people who got fat get special treatment?
From a libertarian point of view, if these people are paying the FFP to ride these things and my tax money isn't going to pay for it, then I really have no right to complain.
From a practical point of view, if it makes them happier and doesn't really put me out, I have no complaint there either.
Or as my mother might have said, "What's it to you?"
So what is my legit complaint? My version of "fairness" turns out to be more of my pettiness.
I guess I'm wrong again. There, I said it.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky