As soon as we put up the festivus pole, it’s tradition in our family to watch Bob’s “I’m thankful video”. I’m thankful for a roof over my head, although it’s leaky...... a holiday classic right up there with “Christmas Vacation” and “A Christmas Story”.
From the sequence of his life events, he was (fairly) capable in his younger years, but a complete lazy ass. So when he discovered his SBO it seems he glommed onto it as a valid excuse to get out of ever working again. Speculation has it that he bullied his doctor (or went doctor shopping) into validating him as disabled.
Looking forward to seeing him and Rene' sitting in their recliners covered in snow. He won't have to dress up in his lime green big boy uniform and go outside to give a weather report for his Care Bear Radio Patrol YouTube channel. He can do it from the comfort of his recliner.
He kept pestering his MD. The spina bifida occulta (of which 1 in every 100 people have, many living full productive lives not even knowing they have it) was “discovered” by a chiropractor (equivalent to be diagnosed with cancer by a naturopathic ‘doctor’) . As soon as Bob heard that, he kept pestering his initial MD until he eventually caved and wrote the initial “suck on the teat or society forever” script. After a few years, he grew a spine and stopped filling out the annual form. Then Bob starting shopping around. It’s funny how he can ride a bike delivering papers (which is a substantial strain on the lower back) for years and years. But sitting on his ass in a real job (security guard) was too much for him. He is a fake, a fraud and a phoney. Not only in his government assisted laziness, but in his whole existence. Fake radio patrol. Fake weatherman. Fake wannabe cop. Fake husband. His life has been a depressing fantasy. Anyone else would have deleted himself. Not Bob. He’s not happy unless he’s thoroughly miserable. I’ve heard him laugh exactly twice in following him for years. Once when Rene didn’t say “hi Rene” when Bob instructed her to, and once when a crow was chasing a rabbit in the suicide acres trailer park He exists in. That’s it. Twice in 10 years.
I don’t know if there is a big amateur radio scene anymore, what with smartphones being exponentially better than CB. Bob’s original loser hangout, the Tuscawaras amateur radio fondle and tickle group (that might not be the actual name, but close enough) folded in the mid to late 80’s. So for 30+ years Bob has been living in his fantasy world of being a contributing member of society. Even though his current outfit gap has 2 members: one who can’t walk and one who can only waddle. CAER has saved exactly 0 lives. Has helped exactly 0 people. And exists only as a figment of Bobs delusions of grandeur. It would be funny if it wasn’t so wrist slicingly, absolutely fucking pathetic.
That he waddles around his trailer park in the security jacket is hilarious to me. He has given up on being a police officer to now dreaming of being a rent a cop. He want so badly to be important and respected, but he’s just a joke.
Hopefully a Christmas Tard video later today
Slob hasn't gone as low as stealing toys from the Toys for Tots collection box. Yet.
0:45 he claims he made this "snow measuring stick" from a board when it is obviously a yardstick he bought from Lowes.
Well, it didn't take long for Slob to turn sour on his new neighbors. He's such a good Christian, never one to complain or find fault. And so much for the 'emergency' in Emergency Care Bear Patrol. Slob doesn't like driving in bad weather. I guess he only responds to emergencies (gets in the way and told by real cops to leave) ' in good weather. Or waddle to fires in the trailer park.
