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Thursday, January 26, 2023


I am still feeling pretty rotten but the blog is having a big day for some reason, blowing up in Sweden. With over 4200 views today, well past twice my normal number, Sweden accounted for about 3500 of the total. Välkommen, friends. I hope we can share pickled herring one day and talk about old times.

I no longer have the tools to see what people are reading with too much specificity but newcomers tend to search out my earlier offerings and I track as best as I can. Not sure what brought them in. I have been also getting more African traffic lately then I have ever had in fifteen years, principally from Uganda. I am glad that Africa is getting more plugged in to the internet, welcome friends from the mother ship. I hope to return to Africa one day.

I read some of my old posts earlier this morning and honestly had forgotten many of them, 12,035 posts published as of today. As I always say, what I lack in quality I make up for with sheer volume.

Anyway not much else to report. Feel crappy, Leslie made matzoh ball soup for us last night with both chicken and turkey and made her own bone broth. She is such a talented cook, the balls were light and perfect. She wants me to get well because truth be told, she can't stand it when I am home during the day. I think it is fair to say that she is sick of me or maybe sick of me being sick? I don't know but a little of me goes a long way and absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.

Luckily I do have time to get well, no shows for a couple weeks and then two in Palm Springs and Santa Barbara. I will leave and perhaps she will like me once again one day. I might even attack and organize my shop next week, which is a total disaster.

I saw my first California poppy bloom on my street the other day, today there were several of them. The neighbor, Steph, reports a new hawk in the nest. Paper today says that they are going to name all the homeless people in the county, not exactly sure why they have to, don't they already have names? I can help them with Fallbrook, Crazy Larry, meet Smelly Pete. Psycho guy who makes odd gestures into the air communing with invisible demons, tip your hat to Tweaker Sally, the woman who likes to scream at Starbucks.

I feel a tremendous amount of compassion for those that are on the street after losing work but for so many of these people it seems more like a self inflicted wound. I have less empathy for those that would destroy themselves with potions or drink or have failed to take any responsibility for their lives.

I have been very poor in my childhood and even hungry, was laughed at for the holes in my clothes when I lived with the alcoholic, brutal, nazi stepfather and I learned early, the first rule in the universe is to wipe your own ass. No one is going to do it for you. Sadly, you are on your own in this world. Try not to crap on my stoop.

Throwing money at mentally ill street people is like pissing in the wind, it might make you feel better but is unlikely to get them to change their behavior in the long run. Or at least that is what I think. (Boy, do I sound pissy!) I hope they straighten out but wouldn't put money on it.

Catch you on a better day.


Anonymous said...

I agree with you completely regarding the homeless, based on what we have been experiencing here the past few years.
I’m done being nice. I’m done being tolerant. I’m tired of the destruction.
Thanks to our legislative morons, these drugged out, disgusting people are being given more rights than those of us who own the properties they crap all over.
For those who hear me yelling at them, I’m sober and in my right mind. Im just fed up and the Sheriff’s Dept is proudly useless.

Jon Harwood said...

I hope you get better. I got COVID recently and really got dragged behind the truck despite vaccines. At least the vaccines stopped it from wiping me out but I was starting to wonder.

Anyhow, in the US of long ago a mix of civil rights lawyers and therapists, appalled by the typical mental hospital, figured out how to shut the hospitals down with a community mental health system that was going to follow these folks in the community. It has been a tragedy and a disaster as the therapists redirected community resources toward the "worried well" who are lots more fun to treat than psychotics. The former patients got threadbare treatment. They went from hospitals that were underfunded but much more efficient and effective than the situation today. So you have a lot of crazies on the streets that you can't do anything about because of the laws. The current attempt to set up a CARE court that could hospitalize or otherwise involuntarily treat severely impaired folks is being fought by the intellectual descendants of the people who emptied out the hospitals. The whole mess leaves a festering unsolved problem. This is all topped off by the fact that most psychotic people aren't that nice and cute like developmentally disabled people and there is no political force pushing to help them.

All this whining of mine doesn't even begin to address the addicts who are a big section of the homeless.

And if you would like some more hopelessness the hard luck homeless are in a trap that is very hard to escape. We have never been particularly nice to those with bad luck or limited abilities.

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear that you're under the weather. Wishing you a speedy recovery and excellent health in 2023!!

Blue Heron said...

Jon, developmentally disabled people are an entirely different issue, I support everything we can do for them. I saw an article on San Diego homeless yesterday and a commenter said that all public businesses should be forced to let homeless people use their bathrooms? Really? And clean up too? Besides the liability issue, this would be a disaster.

Anonymous said...

The Swedes just can’t get enough of Bachman Turner Overdrive!

Blue Heron said...

Probably. An underrated band, this one posted due to the death of their drummer this week.