Wednesday, January 11, 2006
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
7 Comments:
(300)x(5)x(50)=$75,000
Remember, that is tax free.
I swear to god it's shit like this that makes me very afraid that I am in charge of my own checkbook.
On the assumption that these people are just able-bodied con artists who would rather beg than work at Wal-Mart, so what?
Hey, I'm with your conclusion 100% percent, Exador:
My only hope is that the article will out these deadbeats and they will have to get actual jobs.
In short, Amen.
Right here on Chicago's North Side, there are at least three distinct panhandlers I can think of offhand. These people always look clean and healthy, and they always work the same spots. I can recall dozens of others in the same vein, as well. I've never given one of them so much as a gum-encrusted penny. As I see it, they're suckers. Standing out in all kinds of weather to make money sounds like work. If they really want to make decent shekels for doing nothing, I suggest municipal employment; Medicare notwithstanding, the health plan is better.
Seriously, though, I find it hard to get morally indignant about this. As we've covered already, the solution is simple: don't give. There are far worse dishonesties-- including some prolifically fatal ones-- that have taken place on Oregonian soil, not to mention in the entire US. Why should we let a few well-heeled beggars get our goat after that?
Prof and CS,
That's one of the many things that make these deadbeats scum; because people who honestly do need help because they are genuinely "just down on their luck", or they really do need the money to "get shelter for their child", or "get a bus ticket back home" will not get it because no one can tell the difference.
They are the worst kind of scum because they use their kids in a Dickensian scam.
What lesson are the kids learning from this upbringing?
Do any of you think it is okay for actually down-on-their-luck people to beg?
Can't answer for these guys. Me personally? No. It's not okay.
1. Salvation Army
2. Just about any church or synagogue.
3. Hospitals, Fire Stations and Police stations.
4. Homeless shelters
I've worked through many of these organisations. If you really need it, any one of them will see that you get much more than a dollar. Even our own Homeless Guy tells everyone to never give to panhandlers.
Granted, there's less of a "rush" when you give to one of those organisations instead of handing the money to the guy on the street. But in all honesty, chances are that you are more likely to help someone in ACTUAL need when you give to a charitable organisation.
Athens, GA had a good idea.
Becasue the downtown area is lousy with wealthy bleeding heart liberal, it has drawn the homeless like a siren song.
Their solution was to install parking meters, I think they painted them pink, around the worst areas. The pink parking meters were designated for giving to the homeless. The money was collected for local homeless shelters. It's a great idea because the trustafarian guilt can be soothed, and all the money goes where it should.
I got a response from the patriarch of the bum family. I shall share it with you.
If you in general realized that we
are being systematically defamated
by an inordinate number of "little
Eichmann's" you would probably be remetaprogrammed by our rhetoric about our experience quickly.We are more than willing to field
questions via my E-mail at
sublimatti@yahoo.com
SAY RA SAY RA SAY RA
Jason
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