By Max R. Weller
The following is copied from the Facebook page of Boulder Shelter for the Homeless:
Shelter staff toured the Shelter with some folks from Safehouse Progressive Alliance for Nonviolence last week to discuss services and increase collaboration and communication between our two agencies. Thank you, SPAN, for all the good work you do.
Comments are also copied here:
Max Weller: Oh, the IRONY here! BSH welcomes registered sex offenders (most of whom are convicted child molesters), and homeless survivors of sexual abuse are forced to share shelter space with them.
Boulder Shelter for the Homeless: Thanks, Max. You’ve identified one of the inherent challenges involved in serving a broad and complex homeless community, and the exact reason we work closely with SPAN.
Max Weller: Seriously, you should consider running for political office — and I’ll leave it at that.
Well, in good conscience I can’t leave it at that without saying two things. 1) I do not understand why homeless sexual predators are NOT segregated from homeless survivors of sexual abuse by BSH, because most homeless shelters for single adults in America today don’t accept registered sex offenders as clients under any circumstances; and 2) it’s really quite misleading and insulting to lump registered sex offenders in with all other homeless people in a homogeneous community (people are individuals, first and foremost, and should be recognized as such and treated accordingly).
Donors to BSH ought to reconsider just what it is they’re supporting, and then join me in calling for new leadership at this nonprofit.
BTW, we’re now down to four functioning showers for over 100 men at BSH. By design there are a dozen, but over the course of the past year or more nothing in the men’s shower area ever gets fixed when it breaks down; yet another example of FUBAR administration by the benighted characters running the local homeless shelter. In their own homes, without a doubt, executive director Greg Harms and board president Ardith Sehulster would call a plumber immediately.
‘Another perspective on release of Ramsey indictment’ by Boulder County DA Stan Garnett from the Daily Camera. A very informative commentary and everyone ought to read it with the intention of gaining a better understanding of how things really work. I say this, knowing full well that local Froot Loops will continue to spew hateful nonsence in re the Ramsey case until the day they die . . .
Fight outside of the Bustop Gentleman’s Club this morning shortly after 7:30, involving two bums who trespassed there after leaving BSH next door. One skinny guy of average height came striding up to a much taller skinny guy, then Shorter Guy threw Taller Guy to the ground, jumped on top of him, and began whaling away with his right hand. We could hear the smacks of fist on face at the SKIP bus stop about 100′ away! It lasted less than 30 seconds, before SG got up and left the scene. TG was bloodied on the left side of his face, and strangely enough he said that the dispute had started inside the homeless shelter, and it was over the coffee being served. WTF? I buy the cheapest instant coffee I can find at King Soopers, because the swill served with breakfast at BSH never tastes quite the same from day to day, but it is consistently BAD. I can’t imagine fighting about it; there must be more to the story. Anyway, this fight amounted to the same thing you see with a couple of canines scrapping to establish which one is dominant — later on, Shorter Guy will probably return to mark his territory.
Now to the thieving fox: I enjoyed eating most of a package of chocolate chip cookies before falling asleep last night at my campsite. I left the remainder of the package next to my pillow, and I was going to have that for my breakfast around 5AM. Because the weather overnight has been so warm for this time of year, I’ve left my tarp off to the side. This gave Br’er Fox the chance to boldly snatch my package of sweet treats, which I discovered when I heard a rustling noise about 10′ from my spot. I looked up and saw the miscreant ripping something open. The critter briefly glanced at me when I yelled, with a look of pure disdain for the human species, and went right on with its meal. Then I noticed my cookies were missing. I’ll wager this is the same varmint from about three years ago, which grabbed the end of my sock as I slept and tried to pull it off my foot! Didn’t bite my toes, just wanted my sock.
Better critters than bums stealing from me, I always say.