Back from my "vacation" with a couple of thoughts and events of note.
It's been a slow week back, and I'm still not recovered from the lack of sleep the past week. However, last night really got me reinvigorated. I was walking down the steps to the Central Square T stop. I turned the corner to go down the second set of steps, when I came close to bumping into a black kid coming up the steps. I mean, neither of us had to make a move to get out of the way, but we passed within a foot of each other. He then yells that if I had made him drop his towel, he would have thrown me down the stairs. I told him to fuck off. He then runs down the steps and gets in my face like he was going to start something. I just looked at him. I knew in my heart that he wouldn't start anything in public. A bystander told us to cool it. As he walks off, he's still threatening to beat me up. I tell him to go for it, and, of course, he doesn't.
You know, it's amazing that these pieces of garbage are allowed to roam the streets. He'll probably wind up a homeless drunk or flipping burgers for the next 15 years, so I have nothing but contempt for him. He'd be a waste of space, if I didn't need him to ask me if I would want fries with that burger.
I haven't forgotten about politics, believe me. Recently, the U.S. has made significant contributions to the relief effort following a catastrophic earthquake that caused massive tidal waves. Out of the current $89 million pledged, the U.S. government has pledged $35 million. Are people grateful? No. Instead they have the gall to
criticize us for not doing more. Ungrateful bastards.
I'm sure that the charities don't give a crap about percentages, but total dollar amounts of aid, which the U.S.
consistently leads. Yet, people will inevitably try to criticize the U.S. no matter what we do or how much help we give. It's called envy and resentment, folks.
