Reply #11: You people need help.

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My mother wants an Escalade. She grew up in an era when Cadillacs had a certain mystique, so she's always wanted one, even a much older one. Instead she drives an Altima. She's 74, my father is largely disabled from a stroke, and it's easier for him to get into a vehicle with a high seat. He has various bits of equipment he carries around when he goes anywhere so he can walk, breath... luxuries like that, you know. Fucking fascist parents of mine deserve to die, I guess. Obama voters or not.

My best friend when I was 10 was killed by his mother's cousin. He was walking down a country highway and the man hit him, and drove on, thinking it was a deer. That's not very unusual--I think denial and shock set in, and you try to convince yourself it was a deer. For some reason I don't recall he turned around and went back a short while later, and found the body. Not a happy time for any of us. It happens. Fucking grow up.