Generation Weenie

Another of the same, or at least that is what the U.K. Minister of Labour believes. Unfortunately, his comment that the members of a particular town may be inbred didn’t go over well with his constituents. Never mind that this Minister has a PhD in genetics and was referring to the higher rate of diabetes seen in this specific location compared to the fact that very few members leave the town and that many have the same last name.  Hi, this is my brother Daryl and my other brother Daryl.

Poor Scott Blauvelt. He was caught red weenied on a video camera letting it all hang out in his place of business after hours. Fortunately for him and his lawyer, he was in a fender bender last year and had an weeniexcuse. You see, he was traumatized and is now “an American with a disability.” Oh and don’t forget his bipolar disorder along with seizure medication.  That alone  would make near anyone go birthday suiting in front of their office surveillance cameras after hours.  Remember for the dictionaweenie: lack of common sense is defined as a disability.

You know, the nice thing about Generation Weenie membership is that it welcomes all age groups, races, and sexes.  But don’t say sex to James Pacenza, a middle-aged white computer jockey and our latest Gen W inductee.  You see, he suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a disorder of wide side effects.  Rather than hiding under desks when he hears a loud noise, James handles difficult situations by logging onto porn websites at work.  IBM didn’t see the therapy in this, however, and relieved the weenie, only to be chagrined when they were sued for 5 million bones for “wrongful dismissal.”  I guess IBM didn’t realize that Mr. Pacenza’s disorder was also an addiction, like alcoholism, a condition for which IBM offers counseling.  And that’s all James wanted, a little nurturing on a couch.