I’m sorry if the existance of soccer moms and civil servants wanting to use features of the city without being harassed by aggressive panhandlers and drug users bugs you so much, but they do have the right to a modicum of security and the right not to be harassed .
I think everyone sees poor people every day. However, chronic homeless, panhandlers, and drug abusers setting up shop and ‘home’ in a public is a completely different matter.
You don’t have to apologize for existing, but you do need to give real reasons as to why an public resource in a high traffic area can be hijacked by a small, intimidating, and possibly criminal group of people.
Nice find. Smash, lemme show you what I’m talking about:
Reread that last sentence: “The event was largely successful as many of the “NJNP” chalkings were visible months after the event ended.”
Uh, no. The event would’ve been largely successful if there’d been Justice done. That was the point of the monthly (snerk) event, right? To achieve justice? Instead, your “activism” was so inconsequential that the people you thought you were fighting didn’t even notice it enough to bother cleaning up the remnants of it.
This is all too common idiot-activist talk: the event isn’t judged successful if it helps achieve the aims of the activists, but rather is judged successful if somebody–anybody, even other activists–notices the activists. If you were a dog who peed on a wall, I’d be okay with marking territory as a measure of success.
But you’re ostensibly trying to do something more than that. And you’re an absurd failure at it.
I read the Wikipedia article. I fail to see anywhere in there where you or your union took a single action that actually helped feed, shelter, or comfort anyone.
You’re a joke, a dog-peeing-on-walls joke, a monkey-masturbating-at-the-zoo joke. That megaphone in your hand? It serves two purposes:
It makes you feel powerful and righteous; and
It undermines your cause, by alienating potential allies.
You rightly detected some anger in me, but you wrongly diagnosed it as self-loathing. You’re close, but not quite: rather, you detect shame, shame that when I was younger I listened to bloviating assholes like yourself and thought that we could make the world better by shouting louder. I wasted years thinking that was a good approach: even when I doubted, I got shouted down by assholes like you, and I sometimes went along because I thought maybe all that confidence and fast-talk was the result of some actual wisdom in my elders, instead of recognizing it as someone who couldn’t get anything real accomplished and so was reduced to lecturing teenagers as a way of feeling great about himself.
I know your type. It’s a pathetic, contemptible type to be. Leave the teenagers alone, figure out what you want to accomplish, and then find a way to move toward that accomplishment. Hint: writing on buildings in chalk moves you AWAY from your goal.
Let the damn soccer moms and civil servants hide out in their safe suburbs. They’re just scared of the vitality and edginess of our urban centers. So what if the smug middle class stays away - cities are better off without 'em.
Oh, he’ll come around when he realizes being a communist isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Of course, he doesn’t say he is one, but he sure has the script down pat.
Something just occurred to me. Maybe the next time the city/province/national government builds an overpass, they’ll design it more like a tunnel than a bridge.
May I hijack my own thread to open the floor to nominations for THE DUMBEST, most counter-productive, self-absorbed, MOTHERFUCKER TO POST ON THIS BOARD SINCE I JOINED NINE YEARS AGO? Cuz, though eliminating his posts again opens myself to the abuse of others, Smashie shows signs that he wants to be a contender.
I have to say, you folks are some of the densest, most unpleasant and obnoxious people I’ve encountered in a while. Feel free to stay and back-slap each other, but I’m done here. It’s pretty clear to me that none of you have any genuine interest in learning, communicating, or understanding. There’s some pretty abnormal psychology going on in here, and it’s not mine. Given your antisocial wolfpack mentality, I am not at all surprised that empathy is in short supply. Go back to your hugboxes, folks, the show is over.
My guess is the “other” dense, unpleasant, and obnoxious people you’ve encountered are your cohorts. Given the fact that I’m not engaged in vandalizing things, I’d have to say I’m not antisocial. I’ve plenty of empathy for honest people. You, now, are just wasting your time getting in that line.
Smashie, Monty and I are buds. Sure, we agree on little, but we are both adults who are aware of the difference between reasonable differences and being BATSHIT INSANE, if I may use the term.
Kid, and I use the term in the most dismissive sense possible because I was just such a Kid back before you were out of diapers, you are masturbating to Anarchist Porn. You pretend to have a movement behind you, but you do not. You are jerking off and pretending it means something. Do the people you CLAIM to be helping a favor and spend a few hours dishing up their dinners and making their beds. I am TOO familiar with their needs, and THAT’s what they need, not some hippy asswipe telling them what they need.
Next you’ll be telling me that the vast majority of arrests are based on good old detective work, and are nothing to do with luck or snitches. Or that road traffic police never pull over a car because the driver is attractive.
You just keep telling yourself that. As I’ve said, anyone familiar with Rand just has to scratch thier head in wonder as to why you choose your username.
What hoops? Admitting or denying that you’ve never actually read a single book she wrote? The trauma!
In other words, we don’t buy into the shit your trying to sell here.
Look at what you’ve tried to justify here: vandalism, artificial class-warfare, promotion of criminals and panhandlers to some kind of deserving nobility, and promotion of a legal tactic that was the equivalent of running head first into a brick wall, and trying the same thing again because ‘that wall can’t win all the time’.
And you call us dense.
Quite the contrary. There is massive amounts of learning & communication here. But your mind is closed to any but your own little world of fake oppression and hating anyone who actually works for a living and contributes to society.
The simple fact is: you are spoiled. You show all the characteristics of a person who has gone through life with a handful of folks telling him he’s doing great, or convincing himself he’s doing great stuff. In turn anyone who disagrees with you becomes, in your mind, either a faceless oppressor or just one of those spoiled middle-classers who dare to try and make a living on your panhandling area. I’m certain that very few folks want to argue with you because what you are selling is baseless, vapid, class conflict narcissism. You’ve taken this lack of confrontation to mean that you must be right and they are afraid to debate you.
But now you come here, and you get some actual resistance to what you must consider groundbreaking ideas. Not only that, you get people who were in the same spot many years ago and abandoned it because they grew up. Your attempts to defend your actions , your selfishness, and your self-promotion fell flat when they encountered experienced ears and minds. You couldn’t handle that so you stomped away in a cloud of bitterness.
You are not seeing backslapping and self-support here. The board leans liberal but there are more than enough political views around to represent a good part of the spectrum, and most of them have found your views repulsive. You’ve manage to unite them, which means a) your views & actions are nowhere near defensible or b) you really, really suck at explaining your views.
So now you stomp off in a huff, back to the Wobblys who will pat you on the back and circle jerk with you,all while telling the broader audience of this board that somehow they are all wrong and that a handful of mendicants should be allowed to seize a high-traffic piece of public property.
