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Saturday, September 3, 2011
Why People Suck But Sometimes Don't
Yeah, there's that button again...
Okay. I have a non-profit fundraising dealie going on to find housing for women and children. A lot of people don't like it because the women are addicts and the kids are in foster care. They think that no one can recover from addiction and become a good parent. They think the kids are better off with strangers. They also think that I'm probably running a scam (which I totally understand, given the number of internet scams out there). To which, may I just reply - FUCK YOU.
It's not like this program is going to take people with 3 days sobriety and give them their kids back. Safeguards are being put into place. And in the meantime, the fundraising (since the County is giving us a hard time ANYWAY) is going to shelter kids who need stuff. Like underwear and food and shit. You know - the crap you take for granted that your kid has every day.
The other day, I was this close to shutting the whole thing down. Then a package showed up at the door to the office stuffed with school supplies from a friend who isn't in any better financial shape than the rest of us. But she took the time while school shopping with her kids to think of OTHER kids who would have had to borrow a fucking chewed up pencil and be humiliated on their first day of school. Bad enough you're homeless, you don't even have a fucking pencil.
So I decided that fuck that, I'm going to keep going. If people don't want to donate one plugged nickel, I'll figure out some other way. I see people all the time raising money for total bullshit. I would rather keep a child from being humiliated and hurt. You want my address? Ask me, I'll give it to you.
Labels:
addiction,
charity,
children,
fundraising,
homelessness
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You curse like a sailor but have the heart of a... loyal pet, who's slightly blind & "bitey."
ReplyDeleteI fucking love you. The golden rule doesn't work in reverse. I have to remind myself of that every time I lay a new yellow brick on the road to hell.
Fuck Disney.
ReplyDeleteI can't fuck Disney, "Anonymous" person. He's dead. That would be...well gross. And illegal.
ReplyDeleteOh and may I just say thank you very much to the person that took the time to go through the donation process to donate a penny? That was WONDERFUL!
ReplyDeleteI want to help. Personally, I don't care if you curse like a sailor or not. I find it refreshingly honest, and to the point. Sometimes people need a good hard dose of reality to make them realize what a fucked up world this has become. Yes Maureen, I would like your address. I'm not big in the money department, but I think I can help you with supplies. I wish more people were like you! Sorry there are those among us who would take the time to send you a penny, just to make a fuckin point. Let me know what you need, and help me help you. Thank you
ReplyDeleteI have the best readers ever. Hearts and hearts.
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