Showing posts with label Fresno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fresno. Show all posts

Saturday, September 28, 2013

once while pissed off





Ever get angry


Me? yes and the more I learn about anger the more I have learned to keep it short and to the point.
I read in the book that it is ok to be angry, biblically speaking it says, don't carry anger to the point of fucking up behind it. Be angry
Sin     not
do not let the sun go down on your anger    (not as if the sun is going to do you)
basically don't fall asleep angry!
because these little tiny parts
of you and me jump down
from our head
into our stomach
and while we sleep they make us sick
anger and sleep
equal BAD HAIR day

So I am angry last week. There is only one option
Trust God
right?
So off to palm springs I go
without my car
or my wife, or any $ an 0 cents sense
For the first hour or so, no one would pick this limply old fart with a walker up and take me anywhere, so I called my friend, Greg
He picked me up to take me to the freeway, I think I may have shared with Greg, how corrupt the chief of police is here in Fresno.
Or how aggressive and militant the pigs are around the poorest group of mutherfuckers man has ever known.
where food is manufactured by machines
and people are kicked to the curb
then kicked under the bus
and left to die
YES in fucking central cali!

Now Greg has just dropped me off at the entrance to 99 at the end of Herndon Avenue
sitting on my walker, trying to calm down before it gets dark.
with no shoes on
in the heat  and then I sense a car pulling in behind me
them   I notice it is the fucking sheriff's car
looking straight at the ground, cause I was going to be ready for this guy, maybe even jail, or at least an hour in the "holding cell".   I look up and
here comes the most gentle, pretty, kind, pig,
that is not a pig    but a
beautiful
lady that  says, "I see you have no shoes, and wondered if I could give you a ride somewhere".
just sayin
Always in love; let us grab hands and head for the light while we still can.  make love not war. #embracepoor

Thursday, August 29, 2013

blue rubber gloves







 blue rubber gloves, if only the city officials had faith 


On 8/26/2013 the city of Fresno cleared out the homeless from an area near  99 and Ventura. City officials (I guess they were) took pictures and videos and some even had blue rubber gloves on. These gloves look the same as the gloves CSI uses when they cut up dead people, or I think I have seen Parole agents use the same rubber gloves when they gather piss tests.

The thing about the gloves that bothered me a bit is this: I personally have used those gloves (because of law) when dressing, and preparing the bodies of people who have "passed", died. The ones I used had this horrid powder stuff in them, and because of the Funeral  Home; I always had a dark suit on and the horrid white powder left on my hands from the gloves, always ended up on my dark suit.  I guess I don't like rubber gloves that much. In fact we used to put that same powder on nails when we were framing. I am not sure I even like the fucking powder.

However my friends have never showed up at my house to help me move, with blue rubber gloves on. I have worked around funeral homes most of my life, and worked for an ambulance co. We have had people with aids die, in our care, no gloves, no blue rubber gloves, no aids,  nothing....So why do we insist on wearing stupid gloves....................because we can, because someone made them disposable, and now they come in boxes, and now funeral homes, buy cases, of boxes of blue and white and pink  rubber gloves with powder in them. Auto mechanics buy cases without powder, or with. Soon everyone will have a tan line at the wrist. The cops have them, they put them on when they want to get personal, they may not be that worried about getting their hands dirty, the gloves however do add a touch of  "we care", about what, I am not sure.

Not only that but there was a young lady in Oregon washing the feet of the homeless, when the sponsors of the foot washing event requested that she put on the rubber gloves, no is all she said, I think?  So when the cats from Fresno deal with the poor they put the rubber gloves on. The gloves don't make them bad people. The  gloves could cause the homeless to feel less than. Well that should not bother them, The gloves are for safety and the street people will understand.

When we are living on the street, we don't understand. And here is something you may not understand, before rubber gloves in boxes came along we did not wear them,  the little blue gloves.
They are made from oil or rubber or plastic, the more people that wear them the more money Wall Street makes, if we could just get everyone to wear them all the time!

We have been to India and touched the untouchables, because God loves us, no blue or pink or green rubber gloves. The chances of you catching something because you touched a piece of dog shit, or took out the garbage, or wiped a kids bloody nose, or shot heroin using the same dirty needle as your buddy with aids, are around the same as the chance you will win the lottery.  I think?

And the garbage had me a little concerned as well. So I asked a few of the shot callers about the garbage service to this area of Fresno. They responded, "we gave these people cans and they would not use them", as if poor people don't know what garbage cans and blue rubber gloves are all about! When I first got "my" garbage cans someone showed me where to put them, when to put them, how far apart to put them, and I bet when the garbage people took the cans to the homeless they were wearing blue rubber gloves, while they were explaining to the folks what days to put the cans out, and what time to put them back in the tent.

If only city officials were people of faith. Then they would help the poor, help them build clean camps, with restrooms, provide safe places, Blessed are the poor, Woe unto you who are rich, that is just how it is.

Nothing says "I Care" like, blue rubber gloves................to a point.

The good news is right here before your very eyes

The Issue is us, can you say "I love my enemy"? would you like to be able to love your enemy?  The gospel means us, we are off the hook, #embracepoor and it all goes away.