Forum Overview :: Rants :: Three signs of the degradation of society?

[quote name="Fussbett"]Last summer I saw a swarthy family picking dandelion leaves from the edges and cracks within a Mr. Sub parking lot, bagging them carefully. I was informed later that dandelion leaves are eaten by some "people". Not a big story, but it stuck with me as really bothersome. Are these just some harmless backward country immigrants, or is this the beginning of a gypsy problem in my neighbourhood? Then I tried to walk a mile in their weird sandals, imagining moving to a new country where some delicious food grew in parking lots. Like, what if strawberries were considered inedible and I just picked ripe strawberries on the side of the highway? Not a chance! I would not eat strawberries the minute I discovered they were food non grata in my new home. Social cues, man! Why would you not pick up on the hint that anything nourished by car exhaust is to be left alone? So then I wondered if they were just poor. Man, I cannot handle more scenes of poor families scavenging for food. Just seeing people pick through the donations outside of the Value Village would be enough to depress me if I didn't instantly think of them as just greedy and cheap instead of poor. I don't think the dandelion family was poor, as their shame should've made them pick dandelions at night instead of in broad daylight. Last week I walked past a man hunched over between cars in a large parking lot, holding his young daughter a couple of feet off the ground. Her dress was hiked up and the dad was grabbing a young thigh in each hand like butterfly triggers on a .50 cal machinegun as she shot out a stream of urine. Seeing this human Super Soaker scene on the way to my car was unpleasant, but at least the father had the good sense to pretend like he didn't see me. That implies embarrassment, but why couldn't he take her into a nearby fast food place? There were many. I blame whatever country he's from where behaving like dogs is acceptable. Dogs holding pissing smaller dogs. Last night I was walking on the sidewalk behind a man in a long coat who was smoking a big cigar. It was 2:30am, and he had probably come from the strip club. I was returning from the corner store. Gradually his pace slowed but I didn't worry about getting mugged as he was dressed well and had a lit cigar in his hand. As I began to overtake him, I noticed the river at his feet and realized that he was pissing on the sidewalk! But he hadn't come to a complete stop! The ol' walk 'n' piss! He doesn't even have the decency of a frat boy to find a corner or tree somewhere. He just slows his pace a little bit, whips out his cock and pisses between and on top of his shoes. Insult to injury, he mutters "sorry buddy" as I walk past, giving a wide berth. I think I'm about three more pissing/weed-eating scenes away from becoming Rorschach. Or at least writing a forum post about it.[/quote]