Regardless, y'all should all see Paul Bartel's 1975 masterwork Death Race 2000 (I cop to the fact that I haven't seen Eating Raoul yet).
After a long, slightly grueling week at work and weather that for the most part resembled a mix of piss and ordure, the last thing I need is to go on my walk to work this morning, cross Washington while the light flashes "walk" (the ambiguity, as many of you probably know, has been largely removed by the replacement of "walk" by a small walking figure that lights up white), and nearly get run over by some inconsiderate asshole nattering away on a hands-free (I think--it was one of those headphone-mouthpiece things). What made it worse was that there were two guys directly behind me on wheelchairs. I know society doesn't exactly value my existence, but these guys are supposed to be off-limits, aren't they? Maybe not. Maybe the "haves" are finally getting fed up with having to look at the rest of us.