Daily Archives: March 23, 2009

Orlando… tsk tsk

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So in California people passed a bill granting more leg space for chickens that are 2 days from getting their heads chopped off but deny a homosexuals right to marry. Or allowing drug users/offenders to be sent to rehab instead of herding them into already packed jails and prisons (sleeping in a cell with murderers, rapists and others who deserve to be separated from society). I thought that was bad but today I saw a news report about an Orlando man who was put in jail for feeding homeless people. People seriously need to get their priorities straightened out. Continue reading

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So I really wanted a free tree…

…after reading this on UWISHUNU.

Are you a tree-lover? Do you spend summer days lounging under a leafy oak at Rittenhouse Square? Do you wish your own neighborhood had more greenery? (I know I do.) Well, now your block can have its own tree!

From now until Friday, March 27th, the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society is offering interested homeowners their very own street tree! “But my block is surrounded by cement sidewalks!” you protest. Relax. If you are approved for a tree, the City of Philadelphia removes any sidewalk block that needs to be removed for FREE.

But nobody on my block’s cooperating.

Excuses I heard:

“Well if I get a tree, the kids in the neighborhood are just going to mess it up.”

“Nobody will water it, it’ll die anyway.”

“What’s the point?”

“Trees will mess up our sidewalk.”

“Nobody cleans up the street anyway, this’ll just cause more trash.”

Encouragement I heard:

“I want a tree, trees clean up the air!”

“I really want a tree, it’ll be great for the kids.”

But so far, nobody’s signed up. I should nag more. Maybe community activists are just people who know how to nag effectively. I wonder if Obama was a good nagger.

Pardon me ma’am, your slip is showing

I actually empathize with the Prez on this one. I try awfully hard to remember I’m not a kid anymore. I can’t keep going around throwing the word “retarded” into my everyday conversation. As kids, it was part of our vocabulary. Until our teachers weaned us off it.

Now, I have a friend who uses it often enough that I’ve slipped back into it. Humiliating when one actually works with providers of care to the mentally retarded. Sigh. If you hear me say this, a firm glare will suffice.