I’ve never found myself hating people I’m helping. A lot of them are annoying as fuck (drunk people), rude, or mean. But that’s because they’re people.

More often I find things sad and I hate the systems that cause the problem: An 8:45am call to a banks ATM lobby because an unhoused person is sleeping there and the bank workers don’t feel safe checking to see if he’s just sleeping or dead. Fuck the bank, fuck the system, and I feel sad that the bank workers can’t see or handle (either because if policy or personal reasons) the humanity of the situation and just talk to the guy. Let alone feeling sad for the poor guy trying to get a dry nights sleep and no one caring enough to see if he’s okay.

It’s like some sort of captcha from hell “click on all the pictures with rapists”

Why doesn’t God Emperor Trump just tariff the smoke?