Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Saturday, July 23, 2011


Politicians may be one step below used car salesmen; but journalists are another twelve steps below that.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011


Realizing how somewhat karmic, ironic, and possibly hypocritical this post will sound after my last one, I'm still writting it.

I could use some prayers for guidance. I'm not going to go into great detail other than to say I'm at a crossroad professionally; and I need some direction.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Gone Too Far

I realise that there are homeless people. I realise there are people that need money for food. I also realise that the Bible tells us to take care of these people. That being said, I'm about to sound heartless; and I apologise in advance.

You know what? There are homeless shelters. And don't give me that crap about how it feels degrading to have to go to a homeless shelter for food, because to me its more degrading by far to beg a total stranger for money. The Bible says to take care of these people; well I do by giving to my church that feeds the homeless, and by paying taxes that fund the shelters. What more do you want from me. I tolerate these people. I've even been known to give them some change. I've also been told to F U when I didn't. What gives these people the right to insult me, when they've spit on the money I've indirectly offered to them. They don't need food; the only thing they can't get from the shelter is drugs. I've tolerated this as far as I can, because something happened yesterday that crossed the line. Dad and I went to a restaurant for lunch for Father's Day. It wasn't a fancy restaurant, but it wasn't fast food. It was the kind of place that had a nice dining room with a waitress that takes your order. We had no sooner sat down, hadn't even been greeted by the waitress yet, and one of those people came up to our table, dilated pupils and all, with some sob story about needing gas money. We didn't give her anything, but Dad offered to buy her a meal there. She didn't take him up on the offer. Is it not bad enough that I have deal with these people in the parking lot? Do I now have to have a nice family meal interrupted by these drug addicts. Isn't there some law that keeps them from going inside and begging. I tell you I'm not going to go back to that restaurant any time soon. What's next? Will they start calling me at home? I don't even know how she got in there; but it pissed me off. If you're not willing to take advantage of the services our government offers, then you have no right to harass me; not when I'm trying to have a meal. And don't give me that bull about her being less fortunate that me, and I should be thankful that I have a meal because she didn't. Why? Because I am thankful that I'm not in that situation. I am thankful that I have meals; but she was offered a meal and she turned it down. She must not have been that hungry.