Journal SuprstinGscroogville's Journal: 080416 (golden)
This caught my attention. I was introduced to GitS in my senior year of undergraduate school. Absolutely fantastic storyline and the second was ten times as elaborate as the first. A true mind-job.
Vision is hazy today. Hypoglycemia does that. You won't see me pushing any shopping carts, either. I'm barely allowed enough calories to wake up. It still amazes me. Society will give the drunks enough money to get drunk, the tweakers enough money to buy meth, the thieves enough money to maintain their lifestyle while they steal, but I'm left to starve off at 500 cals/day. This society isn't even kind enough to starve me outright. No. They want to t0rture me by giving me at least a little something. Say it takes 800 calories/day just to wake up, wash, brush teeth, walk to church, say prayers, walk to the library, and then spend the rest of the day laying down (and it probably takes more than that to carry what I carry). I am given 500. Wouldn't it be more humane to give me nothing?
Stingy. Stingy. Stingy. This village sets the bar for stingy. People can ask me,"What's wrong?" and I can answer,"I'm starving" and they'll just shrug and verbally reply "There's nothing I can do about that." What? Is there a shortage of twenty dollar bills in this area? I only need five for lunch. Everyone has had a grand time talking and gossiping and spreading the bad karma and pointing the bad finger and giving me the evil eye and laughing themselves up over how easily they can harass and harangue me but nobody can spend a single telephone call ensuring that I have a decent lunch. Starving artist (entertainer) indeed. This village owes me for the entertainment if nothing else. There's "not sharing" and then there's "stingy", I mean just out and out downright stingy. I think Seinfeld did an episode devoted to it. This village has the trademark, the copyright, the patent, the world patent, and emanates the aura of stingy.
Don't blame it on my Slashdot journal entries. Most of the people in this village don't even know about it, most that do know didn't know for at least six months. Don't blame it on my appearance. I've kept a cleaner appearance (and I keep improving with every passing season) and a more personable demeanor than every other drunk, dru6gie, thief, and scoad--and the village never had a problem enabling them. What shall we blame it on? Well, there's the obvious: the village could take responsibility for its own actions and shoulder its own guilt for this one. Sure, for the last six (maybe sixty) thousand years, it has been the custom to simply scapegoat the person calling "foul" (stingy) and then, after they're gone (d3ad), carefully note each and every thing they ever did wrong so as to assuage everyone's collective conscience. We can't do that anymore. This is the internet age. Everything is recorded nice and neat, day by day, in full detail.
Lip service doesn't buy lunch, folks. Saying,"Hi!" with a bright smile doesn't put hot water in my thermos. Waving to me from your car isn't buying me jalepeno cheese bagels (and let's talk about that for a second: Von's has gotten stingy with the jalepeno cheese bagels, since the remodeling there are hardly any jalepenos! And what about the single jalepeno cheese foccaccia breads? The Von's in PB still has them, why don't we? It's because the single foccaccias are only $0.55, and the bagels are [up to] $0.74! And $my_favorite_donut, they used to be laden with sugar and puffed up to the size of my whole hand, now they're sad looking dilapidated dry biscuits barely able to attract ants! STINGY STINGY STINGY!).
But you go on conducting yourselves this way, folks. I don't know who told you what about me before I arrived, and I don't know who's been telling you what about me since I've been here, and I am not going to be at fault for the little mud-slinging contest that's embedded in your social programme--that's all you. You've had six (maybe sixty) thousand years to fix it, to build in the proper safeguards and checks, but your money and status and power has always been some predominantly important that you never write a rule (or a law) unless you've already figured out the loophole. It is not my fault that you never considered what would ever happen if the printing press went plebium. It never occured to you how you would handle your stinking pile of poo if the scapegoat routine fizzled out.
Well, now it's fizzled out, and aside from the starvation vision, I'm presenting an appearance and demeanor--while homeless and penniless--that puts the lot of you--with all of your wealth and possessions--to shame. Figure it out. The guilt is all your own.
Have a nice day!
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Ha. This village thought of itself as "filthy rich", now it can be Filthysuperstingyscroogeville. Too bad there aren't enough characters to make it "Filthystinkingsuperstingyscroogeville". That's like Rumplestilskin twice! It may be the longest city name in America!
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