I still have a lot to say on the subject of airguns, "bad neighborhoods", and fear, but I'm not in the mood right now.
It's cold. I'm in Killarney at the library with my mom. The place still smells the same. I don't know if it's the old books or the old building, but this place has smelled this way for at least 30 years. It's kind of funny and comforting. I don't run into aromas very often that can take me down memory lane, but I can clearly remember being 5 in this place.
It's kind of fun.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid
Oh life! It can just come around and bite you on the a**.
So I last blogged about how I love my neighbourhood. This is still true. However, if you read Joyska's comment, you may be wondering about the house on the corner. Well, it's a rooming house, and one of the rooms is inhabited by a BB or pellet gun toting idiot who shot Joyska a few days ago, since my last blog session. She's OK, or was last I saw her, but suffered some pain to the ear. I really wish she'd call the police, but I will respect her choice not to and not call them either. But I feel like I shouldn't just let it go.
I have an idea to write up a flyer basically saying what happened and where the guy lives and distribute it around the neighbourhood, including his mail box. Then at least the guy would know he's being watched. And the flyer would encourage people to call the cops if they had any issues. I've mentioned this to some people, one of which said I'd be taking a risk. Maybe. I have certainly thought of that. But the guy can't see my place from his place. The one house between us is blocking the view. And it's unlikely he knows where I live. And if I made such a flyer, it would give absolutely no indication at all about where I live. Maybe he'd see me deliver it, but likely not. And even if he did see me, I'm just not too worried about it.
It seems to me a lot of people get away with a lot of stuff just because nobody says anything. Like that girl from my church who was severely beaten a couple of weeks ago. She was on Main Street. It wasn't very late. She ran out into traffic hoping someone would stop. She got no help for 15 minutes or more, by which time she was in bad shape. And her attackers will likely try to pull that stunt again because they can.
I, inspired by Harry Lehotsky, want to be someone with the guts to stand up and say no. That will mean taking risks. I may also take a licking once in a while. But if the good guys (and gals) stay silent, the bad guys win by default. I don't want to see them get off that easy. The more I think about it, the more I want to print up that flyer.
So I last blogged about how I love my neighbourhood. This is still true. However, if you read Joyska's comment, you may be wondering about the house on the corner. Well, it's a rooming house, and one of the rooms is inhabited by a BB or pellet gun toting idiot who shot Joyska a few days ago, since my last blog session. She's OK, or was last I saw her, but suffered some pain to the ear. I really wish she'd call the police, but I will respect her choice not to and not call them either. But I feel like I shouldn't just let it go.
I have an idea to write up a flyer basically saying what happened and where the guy lives and distribute it around the neighbourhood, including his mail box. Then at least the guy would know he's being watched. And the flyer would encourage people to call the cops if they had any issues. I've mentioned this to some people, one of which said I'd be taking a risk. Maybe. I have certainly thought of that. But the guy can't see my place from his place. The one house between us is blocking the view. And it's unlikely he knows where I live. And if I made such a flyer, it would give absolutely no indication at all about where I live. Maybe he'd see me deliver it, but likely not. And even if he did see me, I'm just not too worried about it.
It seems to me a lot of people get away with a lot of stuff just because nobody says anything. Like that girl from my church who was severely beaten a couple of weeks ago. She was on Main Street. It wasn't very late. She ran out into traffic hoping someone would stop. She got no help for 15 minutes or more, by which time she was in bad shape. And her attackers will likely try to pull that stunt again because they can.
I, inspired by Harry Lehotsky, want to be someone with the guts to stand up and say no. That will mean taking risks. I may also take a licking once in a while. But if the good guys (and gals) stay silent, the bad guys win by default. I don't want to see them get off that easy. The more I think about it, the more I want to print up that flyer.
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