Question For Al Gore, “Where does all the poop go?”
The Bellevue Arts Fair was bustling and vibrant as usual, while the relentless heat thinned out the crowds to a tolerable level. Within the scaled down bipedal browsers, I noticed a prevalence of four-legged creatures adding another layer of obstacles amid the maze of exhibits on the ground level of the parking structure.
This observation, and the reality of my horrific dating experiences involving women who treat their dogs with more kindness and respect than fellow human beings (including their dates), prompted me to conduct some passive research on the de-emphasis of traditional families in liberal cities. KQED.com, features this interesting story that in fact residents in the Bay Area and Seattle are in love with furry pets. While the article states that Seattle is a kingdom of feline-fanatics, I have noticed an influx of large dogs in the urban corridor, and allegedly the cramped spaces of downtown not being conducive to the gentle giants is lost on the owners. The old saying goes something like this, “Big cities and big dogs do not mix.”
Tragically, San Francisco and Seattle are currently suffering from the sweeping epidemic of the atheist “dog mom” phenomenon, where decency, morals and bearing children are being replaced by multiple canines, conspicuous body art, and the introductory course to satanism (inexplicably pure atheism is being morphed into a flexible concept that fits hipster culture like a leather glove).
What is so disconcerting about this unsettling trend, is that the not so lovable owners of lovable pets are wasting their maternal instincts on boarding a large dog in a studio apartment, vociferously protesting the existence of ICE, and all while neglecting any sort of responsibility or empathy towards the local kids who fall under the heart wrenching label as orphans or find themselves battling abuse amid the terribly flawed structure of the foster care system.
This same intolerable mentality applies to the self-righteous individual who spends a couple of weeks in Haiti, earns a tee-shirt, and returns to the US and without missing a beat, spews vitriol against any opposing viewpoint, even if the perspective is reasonable. (The majority of volunteers traveling to the poorest nation in the Western hemisphere should be applauded for their work in attempting to make the world a better place.)
However, certain pockets in the US are literally crises zones of poverty and crime and the repeat of acts so egregious, the term of “third-world” enters into the conversation. But apparently, under the 8th doctrine of modern liberalism, the residents can magically dig themselves out, as their plight does not mesh with the current leftist narrative of facilitating a cultural revolution.
Hypocrisy, is a dish best served with a shot of tequila in attempting to explain the current disturbing subculture which equates to the disproportionate ratio of a pack of “women’s best friend” walking their owners through the grocery store and the dwindling number of children being birthed.
***Transcript from a date from hell in Ballard (You guessed it. She was a “corporatized” minion at Amazon earning 500k per year) This was her response when I told her that I help out the young guys at Y with their basketball skills and many do not have dads or strong male role models in their lives. I learn from them and they learn from me.
F- “But hey, it is all the guy’s fault in the Oval Office anyway, so “F*** Trump, and I don’t need a man, I want a man, and I am a strong advocate for the children of illegal immigrants, and the prevalence of white privilege which exists in orphanages and foster homes is appalling, because the kids really don’t need our help. It is set up for them. Did I say “F*** Trump? Starfire (her black lab) hates him too.”
Conn- “Well, you have a lot of passion. Excuse me. Miss? Miss? Can I get a double shot of tequila neat? Thank you. Starfire looks like a neat fellow. Do have a big place?
F- “We manage with a one bedroom. Besides, he is a city dog. He can sniff out Trump voters. You’re not one of them?”
Conn (laughing quietly in disbelief)- “I never tell. Anyway, we owned a lab when I was a kid. His name was Clyde and he would wear me out running all around the neighborhood. Even as a 10-year-old it was tough to keep up.”
F- “It sounds like you had an optimal childhood. Did your parents pull all the strings for you? Did you go to church every Sunday dressed all nice in the minivan?”
Conn- “Excuse me. Miss? Can you also bring the check? Actually, I worked my first job at McDonalds in the mall at 16, because I wanted a car and to save money for college, and, no, I found my faith in my early twenties.”
F- “Are you a God boy?”
Conn- “I’m good when I need to be.”
F- “That’s not what I asked.” “Sick ’em Starfire!” (The dog gave me a lazy side long glance as I announced the end of the date.) (She didn’t actually command her hound to “sick ’em”, but that would have been a humorous culmination to the bizarre and telling evening.
At that point, I made a polite exit and paid the tab, as I did not see anything positive being manifested through an evening with Rachel Maddow, Jr., minus Maddow’s (even though misguided) solid intellect. I wondered, as I ventured into the good starry night, if my temporary online dating companion would wake up one day in her 40’s, alone, successful, balefully taciturn, and scornful for the life that at one point she truly believed in, despite her revisionist atheism. With Starfire long gone, her parents suffering through the onset of the arduous descent towards finality, was the contrived protest towards the apparent status quo really worth the lost time without a partner, a loved one, and a family? Is this the potential nightmarish future that men, women, and families face, as politics are at least for now are killing the romance?
Between homelessness, godlessness, and an aversion to children and obsession with dogs, Seattle is fast becoming a version of real hell, with SF already there. In the old two photo Blade Runner (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep) Voight Kampff test, show them a picture of a starving child from middle america and the unit registers nothing, display a picture of a feeble puppy and watch the tears roll. And these are the fine folks who support tax payer funded abortion.
The wisdom of Rodney Dangerfield is slowly being lost to insanity, but he celebrates families and procreation with this classic quip from “Back To School”- “And just remember, the best thing about kids… is making them!”
And We are not even doing that as much as we should anymore.
Read the KQED story here.