Cripples in Television Commercials

If any pharmaceutical company finds a cure or an effective treatment for that which makes me crippled and they decide that they want to make television commercials about it, I don’t think that I’ll see any cripples in those commercials. Because I recently saw a television commercial about a drug that’s supposed to help you lose weight. The target audience for a commercial like that would be fat people (or people who think they’re fat), right? But I noticed how none of the actors in the commercial who were singing and dancing about the drug were fat. But none of them were exactly in tip-top shape either. They didn’t make anybody feel intimidated by the sight of either an honest-to-God fat person or someone in tip-top shape. So it seemed to me that the casting director was looking for “transitional” actors who looked like they maybe could have been fat once but still had a ways to go before they reached their ideal weight.I guess that was their idea of their target audience–not so much people who were already fat but people who didn’t want to be fat,. It made me we wonder what the actors would look like who would be singing and dancing about a drug that was a cure or effective treatment for that which makes me crippled, I don’t think that the casting director would dare put a bunch of people who look like honest-to-God cripples in the commercial. That might run the risk of being much too intimidating, in the same way that the sudden appearance of honest-to- God fat people might be too much of a shock to the system for the average viewer. And besides, people who have that which makes me crippled usually don’t dance very well. So they’ll probably have to cast uncrippled actors in the roles of all the people who used to be crippled but are singing and dancing now. They’ll probably decide that the target audience isn’t so much people who are already crippled but people who don't want to be crippled

The Rat Patrol

I see those little black boxes (that look like they’re made out of hard plastic) strewn about on sidewalks all over the city. And they make me think of cripples. There’s one outside of my doctor’s office building, one in the parking lot of the liquor store and several around a condo complex nearby. I don't know what they are but someone told me that they’re rat traps. That makes sense to me, given how many rats there are in Chicago, although I’ve never seen a rat anywhere near one of those boxes. Maybe their rat friends have warned them to stay away. And I don’t see how those rats get into those boxes anyway. They don’t appear to have entrances. They look like tool boxes. And I don’t know what happens to the rats once they go inside. Maybe there are little guillotines inside the boxes because the rats never come out. And that’s probably why seeing those boxes makes me think about cripples. Because I figure that the company that sells these boxes must employ a lot of cripples. Normally, that would be a good thing. But in this case, maybe not so much. Because Section 14c of the federal Fair Labor Standards Act allows companies to pay certain cripples less than the minimum wage. There is no legal limit to how little those cripples can be paid. And so, the company that sells those boxes has to hire a crew of people to empty all of the dead (and maybe even decapitated) rats out of them. They probably hire cripples to do that dirty work. They probably call them the Rat Patrol and for each dead (and maybe even decapitated) rat that they turn in at the end of their shift they pay them three cents or something. That encourages competition and makes those cripples get out there and hustle up those dead rats. And, most of all, they get to experience the dignity of work. (Please support Smart Ass Cripple and help us keep going. Just click below to contribute.) https://www.paypal.me/smartasscripple?fbclid=IwAR2qrql-UFH19OepgeaCG4WmblyNylb27k2q8eYxXHH-nvFX30Mk2fJx9uI

It's Probably a Good Thing That Bob Dylan Will Never Call Me

This is the true story of a little crippled boy. Actually, by the time this story begins, this little crippled boy had grown to be a crippled young adult. And he wasn’t little anymore. He had also become a big fan of Bob Dylan. This crippled young adult had a hot young sister who wasn’t crippled. She often used her hotness to get backstage after concerts she attended to meet the musicians. One fine evening, this hot young sister went to a Bob Dylan concert and she got backstage and met Bob. She told Bob about her crippled brother who was a big fan of his. She gave Bob the phone number of her crippled brother and she told him it would be nice if he called him some time. So Bob did that. And he gave his phone number to the crippled young adult and invited him to call him anytime. So the crippled young adult did that. And he talked to Bob Dylan on the phone frequently up until he died. But I sometimes wonder what I would have done if Bob Dylan called me out of the blue like that. Chances are, I might’ve messed the whole thing up because I probably would’ve thought it was one of my friends pranking me and I probably would’ve said something like, “Okay, Bob, you can Blow Me in the Wind.” Even if I had thought it was for real. I still might’ve messed the whole thing up because it might’ve felt too much like Make-a-Wish to me. And when I see that stuff I always feel real bad for the dying kid who’s being wined and dined not because the kid is dying but because i wonder if it occurs to them that the only reason they’re receiving all of this attention is because they’re dying and maybe all this is reminding them of that and just making them feel worse about it. And so I’d be tempted to say, on behalf of all Make-a-Wish kids, something like, “Okay, Bob, you can Blow Me in the Wind.” It’s probably a good thing that Bob Dylan will never call me. (Please support Smart Ass Cripple and help us keep going. Just click below to contribute.) https://www.paypal.me/smartasscripple?fbclid=IwAR2qrql-UFH19OepgeaCG4WmblyNylb27k2q8eYxXHH-nvFX30Mk2fJx9uI