MICHIGAN STREET MARK-BI-POLAR PARASITE EXTORTIONIST

Michigan street Mark is part of a highly organized , growing group of pathological poor people hell bent on intimidating rich people into giving up their hard won spare change.The fear that people feel when they drive their BMW out of the gated community is being exponentially exacerbated by the number of these unsavory tricksters blocking the view of department stores and Speedy marts on busy streets all over Grand Rapids.

Mark is also a liar.His cardboard sign reads "homeless, anything will help".When I bribed him with the seventy two cents I had worked my ass off for he gave up some crucial information.He, in fact, was currently vacationing in the posh, non-profit condo code named "Exodus". Exodus from a fuckin' job.Room 18. More like an 18 room bachelor pad, you-bet-your-hard-workin'- ass!

 Mark is a diagnosed schizophrenic but he readily admits to the fact that he considers that diagnoses to be a figment of his imagination.Does that sound crazy to you? Crazy like another welfare wizard genius livin' off the system.When I asked if he thought he was sick he gave me that phony inward stare that only endless hours of rehearsal can perfect, and said,"sure I hear voices sometimes. but it's not a big deal. I think everybody does". No argument hear, I hear a voice right now tellin' me to buggy-whip your freeloadin' ass down to the nearest restaurant to wash pots for .86 cents an hour cash money.

Mark says his thoughts are so poorly organized that he has trouble completing even the simplest tasks.He started working at nine years old digging on crews that installed swimming pools for his father. He is now 49 years old. He has spent most of his life in the contracting business, but, given his mental state can no longer hold a job
.He said he has a small house in the upper peninsula on a bit of land, He asks me if I have a car ,and could I give him a ride up there. Then, he affects that inward stare again and says, " I think I have a house, I'm pretty sure, anyway I could pay for gas when we get there." I told him I had to work. That'll teach him.

 I read a quote in an article claiming that people would not come to our town for Art Prize if we didn't deal with this plague of pan handlers pronto.Anyone with the sensibility to distinguish a sculpture from a hamster wheel should be capable of seeing this a a benign symptom of a social condition,

Mark does receive some food and treatment from a non-profit.He  readily admits that he begs for money for cigarettes, occasionally a beer, and the luxury of a Subway sandwich. A good 10 hour stint can bring him twenty plus dollars.

I can honestly say that I am dissapointed in Mark.I, at one point imagined he might be a clandestine,  Tea Party operative plotting to destroy entitlements programs from within, or a cagey entrepreneur taking handouts from dumbass, hippie, bleeding hearts and ultimately using that money to develop homeless shelters into more luxury condos downtown ,but that was just those voices in my head Mark mentioned. He's just somebody down on his luck, and suffering from the type of crazy that makes nobody money.

Someday ,maybe soon, I'll be on the opposite corner with a sign that reads "can't cook, can't write,need a ride to my imaginary house in  Yucatan".

AMASH ENDORSEMENT-Lessons from the dog park

Brian Ellis and Congressman Justin Amash are opposing one another in an August primary for the Mi. 3rd district congressional seat.

I was at the dog park this morning watching two male dogs trying to fuck one another.I couldn't help thinking of Brian Ellis and Justin Amash. Chiefly because it was apparent that neither one was really that interested in screwing the other and both ultimately had better things to do.Rusty, a lumbering golden retriever, [Ellis] wanted a treat, Splunky, a small chocolate Lab, [Amash] wanted  to get out of the park and be free.Both were acquiescing to a prescribed, narrow set of dog behaviors deemed acceptable for dogs of their respective breeds and ages.The half -mast, half- hearted attempts at domination only seemed to bore the other dogs,especially the bitches.I was about to nod off when a black and white Australian Shepard just outside the park fence caught my eye.Medium stature, handsome , alert, agile and friendly.He was trotting back and forth outside the gate and the dogs inside  seemed, for a moment, to fix their attention solely on him. A moment for a dog  is a substantial block of  focused attention. More than ample time to say...make up your mind who not to vote for.

Brian Ellis:
Resides in the quaint provincial suburb of East Grand Rapids.Famous for the wealth of it's citizens, the renowned purity of the drugs at their storied high school, and for providing the inspiration for the American Pie movie franchise.Everybody graduates, everybody goes to U of M or M.S.U.The less ambitious  wait tables or tend bar in one of the restaurants financed by well healed E G. R. holding companies.If you live there vote for him. If This sounds like your life where you live,vote for him.
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Business major-former food business owner - East Grand Rapids school board President-current broker-money management guy with ties to wall street.Supported by everyone with money in West Michigan except the Devos clan.

He hates baby killers more than Justin Amash does.

He loves Jesus more than Justin Amash does.Actually that should be  a foregone conclusion because of his baby -killer position  but it is still mentioned often and with reasonably well executed diction.

I am using this space to endorse his opponent Justin Amash in the August primary.

I give Amash an outhouse rating of  3  well serviced Porta Lets fully stocked with hand sanitizer and tissue.This is out of a potential 5 Porta Potties.

*Fully stocked denotes that while the candidate is certainly "full of it" [In the parlance of our times] he or she is not necessarily "dirty".

I have written about Amash in two other posts."Justifucator", and "Too Many Trips.. through the tea kettle".

I would update the Amash info but it is my day off and I promised
to marinate chicken and pull some more weeds-Priorities.

AMERICA-LOVE IT, OR MOVE TO TEXAS

 The supreme court just ruled that Hobby Lobby gets to keep their female employees barefoot and pregnant because Jesus says so.They are ,of course , pregnant because their husbands are perpetually enraptured by the  "Boner Magic" they have been taking.That glorious med is covered by the Hobby Lobby "More White Babies For America " rider in the company insurance plan.Female contraception is not.I don't know what that has to do with Texass but I'm sure if I hadn't sworn off any serious attempts at research in a prior post,  I could find something. It just feels like something Texans would do.

Texas should be banned from exporting anything but music.Buddy Holly, Lyle Lovette,Willie Nelson, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Townes Van Zandt : it's like a cactus covered, cowboy  oxymoron.

They also have an unfortunate habit of exporting short-sighted, ruggedly handsome , dim , dry-drunk politicians who, once they stagger out of the Mesquite, tend to wreak havoc on the civilized world.They should stay drunk, stay home, and listen to more homegrown music.They'd be funnier, happier and more productive members of the human race.

I got my  free welfare abortion to celebrate the election of the first African American entitlement lover in the history of this blessed country. I have to say , it was very unpleasant. Granted, I'm a guy, but who's gonna turn down some free-ass welfare insurance.Like I said ,very unpleasant, but alas,  most woman in Texas will never know the sheer exuberance of hearing that ch- ch- ching of the welfare abortion cash register ringing. They can't afford the two hundred mile trip to get to a clinic.They have been screwed by the dude ranch they call a state legislature.By dudes I mean the males in the congress and state senate that have taken everything but the right to vote [or carry a gun] from the women of Texas.

The perception of the progressive male is somewhere between Liberace and Paul Giamatti.We need a Texas- style re-brandin iron.We need to fight for our women; fist fight, gun fight, machete fight, kick in the balls dirty fight , and yes, brain fight.We need to out Clint Eastwood these Clint Eastwood -talkin -to- an- empty- chair guys.The men of the Democratic party need a shot of testosterone to the brain first, and then the balls.We have left it to the woman of the party to take the sharpest rhetorical tones in the current political climate.By we I mean every one but me.The forty five people who occasionally read these posts will verify that claim.

Texas- I like to imagine J.R. Ewing turned Progressive Democrat, unchained, buyin off fat supreme court judges while screwing their wives: using his wealth and power to wreak havoc on the real evil doers of this world. THE PEOPLE I KNOW TO BE  WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING..