What an inspiring story.

love your username
I was pretty deep into Heathenry for a time
I've shifted back toward agnostic now
but I found some good lessons in those old poems

"One More Dollar" by Gillian Welch

all too real
I like to think I still have that dollar somewhere
I've lost track of so many things

Reminded me of Joni Mitchell’s song titled something like Playing Real Good for Free.

my limited entertainment budget is committed to shoestring operations, unknowns, and street performers

I am sad they never get 100s of recs, but I kick them when I do pop in…
There was another poster MLF1981 whose posts I liked, but they dropped off after the election.

As the last post I am going to make for at least 6 months, I thought this should be it..

I like posts that talk about poverty and inequality honestly and without aggression and violence.


People who say “eat the rich” don’t get that we will be eating each other (poor, lower middle class, moderately upper middle class but with severe stress and overwork -think most doctors/scientists/these days probably cyber-security workers/even small co ceos etc.) not the rich. The rich (Zuck, Musk etc,) and celebrities etc. will be safe with armed security and post truth realities. Not that they should be eaten either, but widespread social unrest and violence ending up harming pretty much everyone but the rich.

The only real form of discipline I back for the rich-some tax payment, rule following and regulations like the rest of us deal with will never ever come for them.
What efforts Lina Khan etc made probably angered wealthy tech CEOs. Governance is for the rest of us. The Biden admin had bought some anti-trust actions against the UHC which a conservative judge booted out..

When any real discipline for the real rich rather than coddling is considered communism this is what you end up with.

And so it goes…

I had a couple of encounters with a guy who lived under bridge by a Texaco refinery that had a huge impact on me, like biblical.

I lived in Long Beach CA and worked in Hermosa Beach, taking the shortest route to work took me through a super industrial and seedy area, with the huge refinery complex. I'd noticed a really dirty, hair matted bum walking along with a dog trailing behind, about 50'. I made sure I had some cash and a box of dog biscuits for when I saw him next. When I saw them, I pulled my car over and ran after him, yelling, "Sir!". I had to yell it a few times before he stopped and approached me. He was the dirtiest person I have ever seen, with bumps all over his face from the grime being spewed around there, I stuck out my hand and introduced myself, telling him I'd seen him out there. He hesitated to shake my hand, saying he was dirty but I said, "That's okay, I'm not worried about it" and he perked right up, shook my hand and introduced himself with a first and last name, followed by "St Louis, Missouri". I couldn't hang around and talk because my car was stopped in a traffic lane, on a bridge, so I just said I had some money and dog biscuits for him so they could both eat. He thanked me and went on his way. A day or two later, I was looking for him and the doggo and didn't see them. I drove to a nearby liquor store and asked about him and they told me he was found dead under the bridge and someone else had taken the dog. I cried my eyes out, heartbroken. Later, I felt like I'd encountered an angel (or something like that) and the purpose of the encounter was exactly what happened, with me caring enough to stop. Once that took place, his mission here was finished. It was very profound! I could just about cry telling the story and am eternally grateful to have been chosen for the experience.

Thanks for sharing.
Some say gods or angels or what-have-you sometimes manifest in these forms to test or teach us.
I'm agnostic, but I don't discount that