By Hippy
I live in a small beach town in Southern California. Maybe one of the last of it’s kind, because there is not much else to build around here. Orange, Los Angeles and San Diego communities all have inland deserts to construct. We have a mountain range that limits our growth.
Small towns are a mixed bag like everything else in life. Insular life sentences mixed in with resented newbies. People can be so proud to not experience more than what is already close at hand. Curiosities, both intellectual and philosophical, are suffocated by the faith of what is already believed. The familiarity bred in such a small sample of personality extends to those who live on our periphery.
There is one homeless guy I like in town. He works his ass off and I’m sure he has a drinking issue. But then so do I.
It wasn’t altruism when I offered him my recycling. Marborg, our contracted benefactor of trash, has been caught numerous times for not compensating the city on its recycling revenue. Of course I don’t want to patronize this parasite on society. Why not give the homeless guy the advantage?
I awoke to find my recycling bins across the street under a tree. I was pissed off. I gave this guy my empty cans and he left me a mess to clean up across the street. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I bumped into him and when I did, he was sober enough to recognize a confrontation and began excuses before I could see his eyes.
The police had found him sifting through my bins and threatened to arrest him. So, after they had left, he dragged them across the street. The P.D. returned to find him hip deep in Coors Light cans.
Got me to thinking. I’m provided trash bins by a company that has been caught for cheating off its contractual obligations to me, the taxpayer. That same company enjoys police enforcement of the compromised corpo’s interest in the same contract against the tax payers that fund the police. An agreement between citizens (recycling to the homeless guy) about their own property is deemed illegal and the enforcement level for the “crime” is only exercised against the lowest pawn in the food chain. The guy that needs the money.
I always wonder if the police that are oppressing an occupy movement, or any expression, realize that they are enforcing against themselves.
Marborg’s profit is protected by the police. Our Military fights for the profits of its contractors. Rules have been constructed to protect the thieves.
Question authority.
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