There's something particularly sad about a man past his twenties shoplifting petty shit. I don't know why it's so consistent, what is such a thing an expression of? Is it just a rush from a listless, uneventful life? A desperate grasp for control when one feels exiled from the rest of society? These doods should be mercy killed.
I don't know what it is. But I can't see any way to ignore this record, when assessing his disability situation. Based only on his public statements and my medical training (sex ed health class taught by my grade 10 gym teacher), his problems are (at most) the exaggerated symptoms of being a lazy fat turd.
So he's upgraded from stealing a candy bar, to stealing the equivalent of 1000 candy bars / month from taxpayers.
The problem is that there's no incentive for him to lose weight, or be honest about his health, or try to get a job. In my jurisdiction (and probably most of north america) there are just no consequences for people on welfare and public disability.
My buddy has to deal with constant shoplifting at his work and he says they've all on disability, all perfectly able-bodied with no apparent reason they can't work, they're totally immune from fines, immune from being sued, zero chance that their disability cheques will be stopped or garnished no matter what they do.
He also says that every single time, as he's kicking them off the property, they threaten to come back and kill him. And often they rant that their cousin is a biker, or their best friend's a fed, or that they're retired special forces, so my buddy better spend the rest of his life in fear because he's made a powerful enemy this day.
I'm seeing a lot of the same antisocial, sociopathic, and delusional tendencies in Mr. Butterball here.