When I get retarded, I want a big manual transmission Turbo-Diesel truck I can use to burn rubber going to the Chick-fil-A....
I got retarded involuntarily a year ago.
I cut up trees with a noisy blue exhaust belching chain saw.
I put those cut up chunks—after a couple years—into a smoke belching woodstove run so hot that it only yields 30 gallons of ash per season. (What “carbon footprint?”)
I cut up legally harvested deer and stuff the chunks into an electic powered grinder.
Retardment is great—try it!