April 09, 2006
An Open Letter to Assholes
Hey, you!
Yes, you, Mister or Ms. Asshole.
Just wanted to say how much I don't appreciate you taking a knife to my tire and inner tube outside Taqueria El Bronco down on Cherokee Street this afternoon. One hateful stab and that was it -- and you fucked up my Sunday. Thanks for nothing, asshole.
Not that this does any fucking good, but the rage and disappointment I'm feeling right now isn't doing me a whole lotta fucking good, either.
Neither is the flat tire I gotta pay for.
It's real hard not to be angry with all y'all on Cherokee right now. Real fucking hard.
If your neighborhood is trying to make a come-back, trying to encourage folks to spend their time and their money in your stores, businesses and restaurants, I might suggest you pass the word that fucking with people's shit isn't exactly welcoming.
And if my gay, white ass ain't welcome in your neighborhood - you coulda just said "Your kind's not welcome here."
But isn't that what turned this town into the crime-infested, racially-redlined, poverty-laden, piece-of-shit-city that it is today?
White people bullshit made this mess and brown people bullshit isn't gonna make it any better.
That's just shit-slinging, as far as I'm concerned. And I did enough of that back on the farm.
So I guess that means I'll be taking my white, gay ass back to Cherokee Street.
Tell me to my face to leave.
Cause this kind of passive-aggressive, juvenile, tearing-up-my-shit kind of bullshit just makes my radical ass even more determined.
More determined to not judge people based on their skin color.
More determined to not be suspicious of people simply because of their nationality.
More determined to not excuse "the poor and disenfranchised" for acting like assholes.
Coz' there's no excuse for hate.
Period.
Y'all messed with the wrong, crazy queen.
See you soon.
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Related: Some Asshole hits my car.
Another Asshole busts out my car window.
Posted April 9, 2006 09:14 PMToo bad. I want to open a gym on Cherokee Street. A southside version of the Panda AC. I want to open another bar and restaurant. I figure if I can get the kids on my side- and I should if I am running a boxing program on the street. If that is the case then people have less to worry in terms of slashed tires and busted windows.
But the Alderman says my plan doesn't fit into the redevelopment plan for Cherokee. So according to him I cannot.
I hate to see unnecessary destructive forces at work in a neighborhood. Kids are naturally destructive, and it is so very necessary to work with them at that age. But, nope, doesn't fit into what some people see as the vision for the neighborhood.
-- posted by: Steven Smith on April 25, 2006 09:31 AM
hey rob
bring your wheel by bike works on tuesday or thursday night and we'll see if we can get you a new tire and tube!
-- posted by: katy on April 10, 2006 05:15 PM
Hey brother Rob!
Sorry about your tire. I hate that people can just fuck with your life like that. Ugh!
Stay strong my brother in the struggle!
Hammer
-- posted by: Craig on April 10, 2006 01:26 PM
That sucks big time. Everytime something like this happens, it's like a big ol' punch in the chest from humanity and makes me wish bad things on people.
-- posted by: Drub on April 10, 2006 03:01 AM
