Max’s Journal 11/29/2012

By Max R. Weller

Yesterday about 4:30PM when I was on the corner of N. Broadway & U.S. 36, a young lady stopped and gave me an entire cheesecake from Whole Foods Market (I noticed the price tag later, $15.99); like a hog, I ate half of it last night along with chicken wings from King Soopers I’d planned to have for dinner. Assuming that Br’er Fox doesn’t get into the other half during my absence today, I’ll stuff myself with it tonight. Then this morning — despite my awareness of Gluttony as one of the Seven Deadly Sins — I took along my GladWare container full of scrambled eggs and fried potatoes prepared by the Thursday morning breakfast volunteers at Boulder Shelter for the Homeless. I enjoyed this meal while waiting for CU’s Norlin Library to open at 8AM, and watching Filthy Phil rummage through trash cans right in front of this imposing edifice of learning. (He stinks like a trash truck which has finished its route and is headed to the landfill). I was too hungry to let my appetite be ruined by the sight of this grubby bastard, who is a waste of good oxygen, IMO.

I’ve been keeping a daily log this month of November, recording $$$ received (not counting change or food and other items) and hours spent in my role as humble beggar in north Boulder. I’ll publish the results on Saturday. It’s the first time I’ve done this since I began around September of 2010, and so far it’s surprising to me.

It makes one shudder to ponder what sort of fool or sociopath may be chosen as the next “spokesperson” for Boulder’s homeless, and quoted frequently in silly articles by the Daily [Asswipe]. Let’s see: it used to be Joy Eckstine, one of the most ignorant people in re homelessness I’ve encountered anywhere; then it was Jim Budd, who is now languishing in Boulder County Jail after being arrested and charged with two felonies and two misdemeanors relating to a violent sexual assault. Maybe the local newspaper will get a clue instead, and realize that the transient rat packs are NOT representative of at least 80% of those defined as homeless (on the streets no longer than one month). Clean and sober and law-abiding folks in the latter, much larger group are perfectly able to speak for themselves. Neither an apologist/enabler nor a methhead/rapist is qualified to speak on their behalf.

BTW, I speak for myself here.

The Holiday Season is always hard for me, but I take comfort in a couple of old favorites. See The Christmas Guest by Helen Steiner Rice, narrated by Grandpa Jones and the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel’s Messiah, performed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

What in Hell is wrong with people? Why do they continue to be so very racist in this day and age? It seems that little or nothing is expected from either Barack Obama or Jon Embree, and their supporters point the finger of blame at George W. Bush and Dan Hawkins, respectively. Bush left the White House in January of 2009. Hawkins had success as a head football coach at Boise State, before derailing the program at CU. It’s long overdue for black men who attain positions of authority to step up and start being accountable, and quit making excuses of any kind when things go badly on their watch. Embree, if anything, is a bigger crybaby than Obama — something I wouldn’t have thought possible before he was canned.

Beautiful full moon and partly cloudy skies overnight, which I noticed when the coyotes began their usual serenade and I peeked out from under my tarp. The solitude at my campsite is refreshing in every respect: mind, body, and spirit.

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