Wednesday, July 29, 2009

I can tell which neighbor peed on my favorite tree

By now you've all long since read and digested the news from back in Yankee-land somewhere about the professor who found his front door jammed or something when he arrived home from a trip somewhere, called the cabbie up to help him force the door: a neighbor called the cops about someone trying to break into the house, the cops showed up, there was a confrontation, blah, blah, blah.

You know where you sit on it, and I know where I sit on it.

What the hell is going on with our society that we have a soul who doesn't recognize her/his neighbor? Have we brought the concept of a gated community right up to our very own eyes?!?

And what the hell is going on with our society that we have professors who don't say to themselves, "Damn. Front door's stuck. Lemme go try the back door..."


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2 Comments:

Blogger subtext said...

yep, yep. Anger is an energy, as Johnny Rotten sang. Too bad we can't use it more productively.

8:04 PM  
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2:01 PM  

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