Last night I hauled myself out to the first meeting of a community advisory committee intended to address the problems some members of the local 'hood have with a homeless shelter that runs one night a week out of the basement of a local church. It was my first and possibly my last foray into local politics. Not because I'm not good at it but because people are stupid and they annoy me and I'd much rather bitch and moan in print than spend time sitting in church halls listening to someone else bitch and moan. That said, I was suprised by the lack of saavy on the part of some of the folks running the shelter - I felt that there was a strong undercurrent of 'how dare you object to us helping these poor unfortunates, you self-satisfied, yuppie jackwads' in the way that they responded to questions that I found alienating and I support the shelter. o_O
No wonder people have their panties in a bunch - just because you don't think someone's concerns are justified, doesn't mean that they don't have a legitimate right to have their concerns addressed. *eyeroll*
Then I went and had a beer with ELL. And got egged on the way home.
I'm fairly sure that these three events were unrelated. The good news is that the egg bounced off my shoulder and splattered on the ground. It's also probably fortunate that they turned the corner and drove up the hill before I could get the licence plate - I would have been very cranky this morning if I'd spent last night swearing out an assault complaint. And yes, if I'd gotten the plate number, I would have pressed charges.
Also - just when did I become a magnet for the testicularly-challenged?
( All About ME!!! (gakked from pgit) )
No wonder people have their panties in a bunch - just because you don't think someone's concerns are justified, doesn't mean that they don't have a legitimate right to have their concerns addressed. *eyeroll*
Then I went and had a beer with ELL. And got egged on the way home.
I'm fairly sure that these three events were unrelated. The good news is that the egg bounced off my shoulder and splattered on the ground. It's also probably fortunate that they turned the corner and drove up the hill before I could get the licence plate - I would have been very cranky this morning if I'd spent last night swearing out an assault complaint. And yes, if I'd gotten the plate number, I would have pressed charges.
Also - just when did I become a magnet for the testicularly-challenged?
( All About ME!!! (gakked from pgit) )
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