Saturday, September 12, 2015

It’s nice to know, you know, when one is impaired in some manner that they aren’t crippled, handi-capped, or other wise less than ‘normal’, but one is ‘Challenged’.

Now, so I’m told, Challenged is better than all those other words typically used in the past.

Then I’ve run across the glossing over of malfeasance, mis-management and plain old incompetence in office when reading of city infortune’s and being broke described as being Challenged.

Now this:

Survey results show low- to moderate status

Arkansas City Traveler

Proving that a large percentage of Arkansas City residents are low-to-moderate income isn’t necessarily good news, except when it means applying for a grant to help income-challenged cities.

I know it is being used to ease the individual the word is used toward. I know that, but I have visions of the society being built by the fudging of reality.

Like this:

Me: Umm, you’re family is certainly income challenged.

Object: Yeah. We’re poor.

Me: What are you going to do about it?

Object: I don’t know. I’m just tired of being Challenged.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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