If you don’t give a damn, we don’t give a f#$!

I have been plagued with a load of peeves this week. I am convinced that there is a conspiracy against me – someone is toying with my emotions and mental state just for kicks. They must pay for such actions:

Peeve #1: People that can’t park. I’ve been having some horrible parking chi, karma, or whatever you wanna call it. What did I do wrong? Ding too many cars trying to parallel park and this is the punishment I must endure? Either mofos take up two parking spaces, because they are too selfish to inch forward just a smidge, their car is literally assed out in the street because they didn’t come in for landing properly, or their just being an ass by sitting in their car and giving you that “oh I’m not leaving” wave. Arrg! Since we’ve moved offices, parking has been a total nightmare – I either have to move my car ever two hours, or walk 15minutes from a street that has no time limit. I need more relaxation CDs… it’s time to Woo-saa

Peeve #2: 911 is a joke. On my way home the other day, I saw a fight and a multiple hit and run accident. Some chicks in one car, no less than about 6 or 7 of them, jumped out and started beatin’ the shit out of some girls in the car ahead of them. Dayum! The driver of the car that was on the short-end of the fight panicked – sideswiped a mini-van, smacked the hell out of a Honda, and then jetted. The girls that were laying the smackdown took off in pursuit, and then the Honda took off after the car that hit them. It looked like a frickin’ Tom and Jerry, cat and mouse chase. I called 911 to get some help, because the folks in the mini-van still needed some assistance. It took two minutes before CHP picked up, in which they transferred me to Oakland police. I was on hold for 20 minutes. What the feezy!!! That utterly made no sense. As citizens of our fine cities, the po-po and the public are encouraged to help one another stand up to the evil doers that plague or streets. But what are we to do when one of those partners in the deal breaks the pact? Recently near Cal, a young woman was shot to death outside of her home – a very tragic accident. She and some friends were being accosted by a group of guys, so she called a friend for help. Instead of the friend getting out of the car and going up to the guys toe-to-toe, he gets out shooting. Little did he know that one of those bullets would strike the person that called him for help. Again, leave it to unresponsive 911 – it took them 10 minutes to get to the scene of the crime.
Kinda like what my friend burcugunes was saying, about how everyone is all for non-violence and peace when it’s convenient. And that often times these words get reduced to just that – words. Perhaps people often forget about the work and commitment that’s linked to the action of protecting the community, because they’re too busy talking away their anytime minutes and griping that their soy lattes aren’t foamy enough. Shizer.