DONATING TO A BOULDER, CO NONPROFIT DOES NOT HELP THE HOMELESS!
By Max R. Weller
1) “Joe” left another comment here (deleted, of course, because I don’t allow anonymous statements without a compelling reason) in which he claims that my blog misses the big picture about homelessness. Then he goes completely off base by stating that for every druggie at Boulder Shelter for the Homeless there are ten program residents who succeed in “getting back on their feet” as the trite saying goes. TEN? I haven’t found ONE in any local program, although Bridge House’s Ready to Work tried to fool us with this ridiculous piece by “Jay Young” in the Daily Camera. Joe, I want you to know that I always loved your commercials. How did you end up “on the streets” in our city?
2) As I rode past Alfalfa’s at the corner of Broadway & Arapahoe this morning I saw an example of the vandalism reported by the DC. It consisted of the words F*** Trump and the international symbol for A**hole:
Don’t be misled again by the polls, as most of us were last Fall. If this is what the Left is offering America, get ready for a second Trump term in the White House.
BTW, why would you pick on Alfalfa’s along with Wells Fargo? I don’t believe the vandals have any coherent message . . . The miscreants are most likely wayward trustafarian youths with too much time on their hands. If arrested and then convicted, I hope the judge sentences them to 30 days of scrubbing toilets at Boulder Shelter — because the lazy program residents there NEVER do!
3) I observed Sexually Violent Predator Christopher Lawyer at the Shelter this morning; he was seated near the front desk recharging his ankle monitor, until he noticed people looking at him. He moved as far away from view as he could, back into a corner near the west entrance. Apparently, he’s no longer the grinning sociopath we saw in the media . . . Here is the only effective “treatment” for rapists, giving them a taste of what it’s like to be victimized:
4) The rain yesterday afternoon and evening was something I enjoyed, as I huddled in my burrow and listened to the patter of raindrops, eating Ritz crackers dabbed with peanut butter. The mice enjoyed a couple of stale hot dog buns. The prairie dogs got NOTHING.