Posted on 12/28/2017 7:21:45 AM PST by artichokegrower
Last year, a California audit revealed an impossible statistic: More than 26,000 people over age 100 in the Golden State had blue disabled placards, allowing them to park at any street meter for free, all day, or at prime blue-stenciled stalls at the front of store parking lots.
But there are only about 8,000 people older than 100 in California, and not many of them are driving anymore, according to state officials
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How many of these same people still have access to mom or grandma’s social security which is direct deposited into a bank account which they still have a debit card to.
Just 3 days ago I watched a fellow pull into a Disabled parking spot, hang the placard and get out and walk into the store. He was about 6’ and 200+ lbs. No visible disability.
Probably his mother’s or father’s placard but he used it.
Frosts me.
I’m old enough to remember before disabled parking was invented. Stores controlled their own parking lots.
American life was better then. Big Brother wasn’t always watching and bullying citizens - taking from one to give to someone else against our will.
One of my favorite stories was at a rest area in NM. A really slow (as in intentionally slow) wheelie vehicle is ahead of me pulling in to the rest area (it was probably a half mile drive from the freeway to the rest area).
We get there and there are two parking spaces left, one wheelie and one normal - but near each other. The wheelie, instead of taking the wheelie spot, takes the normal spot (thinking that I’ll be forced to then wait for a space). Instead I take the wheelie, get out of the car, jump the hedges (making sure the bitch saw me), run into the bathroom, do my thing, and run back out, jumping the (low) hedges again.
The wheelie bitch is now just getting out of her car and we head towards each other and the bitch (predictably) says “...excuse me, excuse me sir, excuse me, you’re not supposed to...”. My response is to tap my pockets and insist that I don’t have any money, that I’m really sorry I’m broke, that I wish I could help her, but I just have any money. The bitch, at that point, is saying “...that’s not...but...” etc.
I get in my car and leave. It was a lot of fun.
My first thought was too bad California isn’t as serious and diligent about cleaning up their voter registration rosters.
Try an FOIA on how many people over 100 in your state draw welfare, food stamps, Medicaid and Medicare and compare that to the census bureau number of people over 100 in your state.
I’m 6’5” and well over 200lbs, and I regularly hang my handicap placard from my mirror and walk into my local Wal-Mart. But if I don’t find myself one of their little electric scooters and sit down within about 60-80 feet from my car I’m going to phase out and collapse on the floor. An extended hospitalization earlier this year left me with severe orthostatic hypotension. My blood pressure drops precipitously within 3-4 minutes after standing. Appearances can be deceiving. Don’t judge the guy you see parking in the handicap spot and walking into the store too harshly until you’ve walked in his shoes.
Quit complaining sir. The records show you are 130 and dead. Please climb in the box so we can bury you.
And the home health aides who drive the elderly to appointments, and who slip the parking tags into their pocketbook. So the elderly person applies for a replacement for the “lost” tag, and so on it goes.
In TX, and it chaps my hide to see some seemingly able-bodied person park in a handicap space, and stroll into a store. My mom has a parking permit due to her near inability to walk (she is hunched over and walks with a cane). It is used only when she is in my car.
Unless they’re dead illegal aliens.
I cannot lie
I used my moms on occasion after she passed mostly to tote my toddler
Most places where I live have an over abundance of handicapped parking as in crazy overabundance
I never took the van spots thinking of Krauthammer sorts
No question the whole deal is as rigged as security pets are now
I qualify btw for my own
My son lost the pass in 2009 when it flew out the window
Appropriately I reckon
See my response to Bonnie above. I might well be the “seemingly able-bodied” person you see parking in a handicap space and walking into the store. But if I don’t plop my butt in an electric scooter within 3-4 minutes after exiting my car I’m apt to faint and collapse. Hopefully in another few months my body will have reconditioned itself sufficiently from an extended hospitalization that I will no longer be so afflicted, but until then try to control you rage if you see me.
Yeah, yeah. I know. 99 out of 100 you see walking in are scamming, but not all of us are. Believe me, I notice the hostile glares.
And do so with great gusto.
You see gang like all other groups the Democrats only want the dead as voters not as people who take up parking spaces.
When my wife had a foot operation, she had a temporary parking tag. I once dropped her off at work, them parked her car nearby where she could later retrieve it and hung the tag in the rearview mirror.
Felt like John Dillinger shrinking away from the scene.
My thoughts exactly!! Will there be as much effort to clean up their voter registrations rolls?
So much of California reeks of 3rd world type corruption...
Round up those dead disabled stickers and it’d take care of a bunch of other crimes like false id, dead voters, SS frauds, etc.
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