Ah, to be young and perverted in Greece. Or even old and perverted. Because in Greece, instead of a well-deserved stint in the slammer, your warped obsessions now earn you a fat disability check; because in Greece, your mania is not considered a crime but a condition; a disability, the sufferers of which are to be financially provisioned, courtesy of the bankrupt Hellenic Republic and Barack Obama, whose support of the IMF bailout of threadbare Athens with U.S. taxpayer dollars helped make the whole thing possible. True, this socialist largesse is not yet as generous as that bestowed upon the blind, the crippled, and the crazy—at least, upon most of them…
“It’s really not serious to grant Peeping Toms a 20-30 percent disability rate, and 10 percent to diabetics, who have insulin shots four or five times a day,” said Yiannis Vardakastanis, head honcho of the National Confederation of Disabled People.
…but a Euro’s a Euro—for now. After all, it’s being backed up with American dollars that we’ve borrowed from China. Pedophiles, pyromaniacs, peeping toms and thomasinas, exhibitionists, fetishists, sadomasochists, degenerate gamblers, and kleptomaniacs rejoice—your checks are in the mail.
From the cradle of Western Civilization to its apparent grave—and speaking of cradles, our own bureaucratic benefactors to the bizarre have, in their infinite wisdom, seen fit to award a 30-year old, role-playing Baby Huey from the land of fruits and nuts a healthy stipend of his own. As reported in the Washington Times, this otherwise healthy citizen lives his life as an “adult baby” and our federal government pays him for it.
Like the riotous Greeks appalled at their government’s austerity measures (prior to being saved from their own imprudence by Uncle Sugar, of course), the 350-lb California “toddler” threw a similar tantrum over the possibility of losing his fair share of someone else’s money:
“You wanna test how damn serious I am about leaving this world, screw with my check that pays for this apartment and food. Try it. See how serious I am. I don’t care. I have no problem killing myself. Take away the last thing keeping me here, and see what happens. Next time you see me on the news, it will be me in a body bag.”
Hmm. If only wishes were dollars. In any case, the Social Security Administration re-examined the big baby’s circumstances in August, and wrote:
“We recently reviewed the evidence in your [SSI] disability claim and find that your disability is continuing.”
No one can say that the Nanny State lacks a heart. Only brains and common sense.