Ok, I know the world is a crazy place filled with irrational people. Me included.....But the Mayor of Mount Vernon is going to invite Glen Beck and make a Glen Beck Day has even me going..."What the Fuck???"
Glen Beck, a news manipulator who gains fame by putting fear into his viewers and putting out lies on air. And that's the person you choose to name a day after?
You telling me, you as a mayor can't find a war veteran or a out standing person in your town to name a day after?
Sometimes, since I cant understand the decisions some people make.....I must be the insane one.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The world creates who we are
I'm not saying anything new. We all treat others by are own biases judging by the other person's appearance. I've come to many conclusions why I really don't like people.
I treat everyone the same. I wish all people I treat everyone I come accross with kindness and respect. Well, that is a rare event these days because I go days and days without ever speaking to anyone. But when I do, I wish them well.
I speak to the homeless person without a shirt the same way I held the door open yesterday for a man in a tie. But why does the rest of the world not act the same way I do?
I've been sick a few days. I had to water my hair down this morning. I haven't shaved in a couple weeks. I just looked in the mirror right now in the Safeway bathroom. Wow, my appearance is really bad. Sleek oily looking hair. Face looking all sick and tired. Hair on my chin.
If I saw myself walking on the street, doesn't look like I person I want to befriend.
Oh, how different my personality is compared to my exterior expression.
I guess my rough exterior has had its benefits. Getting through tough times. Tough places where a sweet normal person would have problems. Even thugs are afraid of "crazy".
I looked in the mirror today. Its been a while. I suppose I can't blame the world for being indifferent to me . Our appearances. How it affects the world around us. Its so odd. Because If I shave and wear normal clothe, people tell me I'm so handsome.
What a shallow world this is.
I treat everyone the same. I wish all people I treat everyone I come accross with kindness and respect. Well, that is a rare event these days because I go days and days without ever speaking to anyone. But when I do, I wish them well.
I speak to the homeless person without a shirt the same way I held the door open yesterday for a man in a tie. But why does the rest of the world not act the same way I do?
I've been sick a few days. I had to water my hair down this morning. I haven't shaved in a couple weeks. I just looked in the mirror right now in the Safeway bathroom. Wow, my appearance is really bad. Sleek oily looking hair. Face looking all sick and tired. Hair on my chin.
If I saw myself walking on the street, doesn't look like I person I want to befriend.
Oh, how different my personality is compared to my exterior expression.
I guess my rough exterior has had its benefits. Getting through tough times. Tough places where a sweet normal person would have problems. Even thugs are afraid of "crazy".
I looked in the mirror today. Its been a while. I suppose I can't blame the world for being indifferent to me . Our appearances. How it affects the world around us. Its so odd. Because If I shave and wear normal clothe, people tell me I'm so handsome.
What a shallow world this is.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The fool vs the Drug Dealer
I haven't ate a good meal in a few days. This morning I was able to get a take out of rice, squid and chicken. Ate every last spoonful. I suppose the nourishment gave me the energy to get myself in a interesting confrontation today.
Today, I'm driving my delivery truck in Chinatown. I'm at Maynard and King. The hot spot of drug dealing, prostitution and the homeless to congregate. Its smack in the middle of Chinatown and the park is their haven/headquarters. The car in front of me stops and a black man from the park gets into the car. Then jumps out. But the car still not moving. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what is happening. So I decided to pull next to the car really close. He tries to move forward and I pull forward too. Boxing him him.
The driver is pissed. Yelling profanity at me. And yell back. "Fuck you. Stop selling drugs in my neighbor hood!" Well the profanity yelling went back and forth. He finally thinks he can intimidate me and get out of his car. He is a monstor of a man. 6'4" at least 240 lbs. "Fuck you ! go sell drugs in another neighborhood!"
He gets back into his car and we yell at each other some more. He gets out of his car again. This time I get out of my truck. In the middle of the road, in the middle of Chinatown, I spread my arms
"Hit me! Cmon hit me. Take your best shot. Hit me as hard as you can. In fact, I"ll even turn around for you!!! " I even turn my back to him.
The half black half white man was so mad. He wants to hit me so bad. His partner urgin him to get into the car and not attract the police. I want him to hit me. He gets back into the car. Well, I don't need the truck towed after I'm taken to the hospital so I hop back into my truck.
For some reason, Chinatown in Seattle is a haven of prostitutes and drug dealers. The criminals rule the night in Chinatown. DRive through Chinatown at 6 pm. Store owners barricading their stores and the place is deserted before 7 pm. But its not the drug dealers fault. The Chinatown Business Association, owners who made their riches their and yet will not fund simple steps as putting up bright lights to discourage criminal activity. There is Donny, the lone neighborhood policeman who has his hands full with resident issues.
I don't blame the police. They are doing their part. Arrests are made and new wave of dealers and users move in. No, I blame the rich owners of the resteraunts. Invest a little to combat the crime. Lights, private security, How about the simple thing of locking your trash bins. .....no they only have one thing in mind. Money.
Putting my body in the line of fire. Hit me motherfucker! Let my blood stain the streets from a drug dealer in Chinatown. Bring the spotlight of attention! Doing my good of a homeless Asian for my own people who shun me! None of them would let me use their shower to clean myself. And yet I put my body in the line of Fire for them.-------I'M A FOOL
Today, I'm driving my delivery truck in Chinatown. I'm at Maynard and King. The hot spot of drug dealing, prostitution and the homeless to congregate. Its smack in the middle of Chinatown and the park is their haven/headquarters. The car in front of me stops and a black man from the park gets into the car. Then jumps out. But the car still not moving. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what is happening. So I decided to pull next to the car really close. He tries to move forward and I pull forward too. Boxing him him.
The driver is pissed. Yelling profanity at me. And yell back. "Fuck you. Stop selling drugs in my neighbor hood!" Well the profanity yelling went back and forth. He finally thinks he can intimidate me and get out of his car. He is a monstor of a man. 6'4" at least 240 lbs. "Fuck you ! go sell drugs in another neighborhood!"
He gets back into his car and we yell at each other some more. He gets out of his car again. This time I get out of my truck. In the middle of the road, in the middle of Chinatown, I spread my arms
"Hit me! Cmon hit me. Take your best shot. Hit me as hard as you can. In fact, I"ll even turn around for you!!! " I even turn my back to him.
The half black half white man was so mad. He wants to hit me so bad. His partner urgin him to get into the car and not attract the police. I want him to hit me. He gets back into the car. Well, I don't need the truck towed after I'm taken to the hospital so I hop back into my truck.
For some reason, Chinatown in Seattle is a haven of prostitutes and drug dealers. The criminals rule the night in Chinatown. DRive through Chinatown at 6 pm. Store owners barricading their stores and the place is deserted before 7 pm. But its not the drug dealers fault. The Chinatown Business Association, owners who made their riches their and yet will not fund simple steps as putting up bright lights to discourage criminal activity. There is Donny, the lone neighborhood policeman who has his hands full with resident issues.
I don't blame the police. They are doing their part. Arrests are made and new wave of dealers and users move in. No, I blame the rich owners of the resteraunts. Invest a little to combat the crime. Lights, private security, How about the simple thing of locking your trash bins. .....no they only have one thing in mind. Money.
Putting my body in the line of fire. Hit me motherfucker! Let my blood stain the streets from a drug dealer in Chinatown. Bring the spotlight of attention! Doing my good of a homeless Asian for my own people who shun me! None of them would let me use their shower to clean myself. And yet I put my body in the line of Fire for them.-------I'M A FOOL
Scratch it
There is a lady sitting in front of me in Safeway right now scratching away at her lottery ticket. It must not have been a winner. She went and came back with another one.
In the past, my view have been of disapproval. I see the Casino buses in Chinatown. The elderly, with their social security checks off to deposite it in the loca casino.
The lady in front of me must be around 77 years old. Now I'm older, I understand her now. Life of the elderly. The same rutine everday. All your friend and family have died. Who would want to befriend a old woman. To love again is out of the question. Life of boredome. For a dollar a small flash of hope and excitement for the week.
Scratch away grandma. Scratch away.
In the past, my view have been of disapproval. I see the Casino buses in Chinatown. The elderly, with their social security checks off to deposite it in the loca casino.
The lady in front of me must be around 77 years old. Now I'm older, I understand her now. Life of the elderly. The same rutine everday. All your friend and family have died. Who would want to befriend a old woman. To love again is out of the question. Life of boredome. For a dollar a small flash of hope and excitement for the week.
Scratch away grandma. Scratch away.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Why are Asian people fearful of other Asians?
It sucks so much to be an Asian person in America. I can go on and on. But the self discrimination among us is the worst.
Im hanging out at the Safeway Starbucks. Watching Heroes. a almost shirtless white dude sits down with a Asian woman. They are talking about how to get 10 dollars to get to Tacoma and what to do for money once they are there. Holy Moly!! I finally see a homeless Asian person and there she is. She is dressed quite normal. Not skinny or fat and I would say close to 50 years old.
It takes a homeless man to recognize another homeless person. Especially when they leave, they leave behind a bear can on a Starbucks table. lol
When I left Safeway, those two were at a table outside. I went to talk to them. We had a 5 minute conversation. She actually spoke Chinese to me.
It was a very awkward conversation. She and the shirt white dude are not a couple. And she makes an excuse they have to look at some places and said goodbye very politely. I watch them walk down half a block and then sit down again.
What they hell??? Even homeless Asian women are afraid of other Asian men? Why? A black man starts a conversation with a black women and there is not fear. A homeless mexican women will seek out other Mexicans to conversate with.
What is up with Asian people?
Why are we so unfriendly to each other?
Im hanging out at the Safeway Starbucks. Watching Heroes. a almost shirtless white dude sits down with a Asian woman. They are talking about how to get 10 dollars to get to Tacoma and what to do for money once they are there. Holy Moly!! I finally see a homeless Asian person and there she is. She is dressed quite normal. Not skinny or fat and I would say close to 50 years old.
It takes a homeless man to recognize another homeless person. Especially when they leave, they leave behind a bear can on a Starbucks table. lol
When I left Safeway, those two were at a table outside. I went to talk to them. We had a 5 minute conversation. She actually spoke Chinese to me.
It was a very awkward conversation. She and the shirt white dude are not a couple. And she makes an excuse they have to look at some places and said goodbye very politely. I watch them walk down half a block and then sit down again.
What they hell??? Even homeless Asian women are afraid of other Asian men? Why? A black man starts a conversation with a black women and there is not fear. A homeless mexican women will seek out other Mexicans to conversate with.
What is up with Asian people?
Why are we so unfriendly to each other?
I really miss my son
The wacky woman and my son calls me up last night. I guess some mexican kid is calling him names. He doesn't know what to do.
My advice
"Remember son, dealing with people can be a very difficult part of life. Just remember, mom and dad love you. No matter what happens outside, when you come home, there are people that love you.
Just try to ignore he kids that are mean and go hang out with kids you like. But it the kids keep on pestering you, sometimes you just have to calll him names back. Sometimes you have to fight back. "
I'm glad I"m not in school no more.
My advice
"Remember son, dealing with people can be a very difficult part of life. Just remember, mom and dad love you. No matter what happens outside, when you come home, there are people that love you.
Just try to ignore he kids that are mean and go hang out with kids you like. But it the kids keep on pestering you, sometimes you just have to calll him names back. Sometimes you have to fight back. "
I'm glad I"m not in school no more.
You Asian You must smoke
I remember walking downtown Seattle and a out of the blue a man asks me for a cigarette. I gave him one. I asked him, why did he think I would be have a cig. He ansered, because you're Asian.
Right at this moment, I'm in the Des Moines public library. The good laptop spots are taking. So, right now, I'm sitting accross a black man with his laptop. And you know what he asks me?
"Do you have a cigarette?!!!!!!!!!!!!
What the hell? Even in a public library I'm getting hit up for cig?????
Right at this moment, I'm in the Des Moines public library. The good laptop spots are taking. So, right now, I'm sitting accross a black man with his laptop. And you know what he asks me?
"Do you have a cigarette?!!!!!!!!!!!!
What the hell? Even in a public library I'm getting hit up for cig?????
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