by JPSloan on Wed Aug 28, 2002 4:41 am
Many moons ago, I had my stereo and amplifier stolen from my car from my driveway. It was the middle of the night. I heard a crash, and literally by the time it took me to get my robe on and glasses, and get to the kitchen window, there was no trace of them. The cops said that they probably broke into the car, took the merchandise, then smashed the window as they left. Later found out it was a semi-acquaintence of mine who had gone to my church. It wasn't provable, but the word on the street was all I needed. Steps were taken, justice was served...
But that changed my opinion of my neighborhood.
Moved into a different neighborhood, one back towards the center of the city in an area that had been a bad area but was on the rebound. Cheap property, lots of young families, old oak trees and war-era houses with hardwood floors and millwork. Nice. Had a lawnmower stolen from my carport.
So recently I moved in with my girlfriend in the nice part of town... expensive apartments in a gated community. And while it wasn't a huge monetary loss, she had her ficus tree stolen and broken and tossed in the dumpster. What kind of worthless piece of donkey crap would take someone's ficus tree from their front door, snap it into pieces and huck it into a dumpster? Being witches, we were upset to say the least. Again... steps were taken.
So, I guess I'm with you when you say that it isn't the value of the stuff, or even the stuff itself... it's that we make decisions to work, produce, hurt even... to make a living. We don't make the decision to sponge off everyone else, to leech, to steal, to become consumers. It's a decision people have to make, I suppose. Whether we should be parasites or hosts.
Since there will always be the parasites, I guess anyone who wants to earn their own way has to accept that they will support people who take and take and never give back. Stinks, but that's life.
Oh, and flamethrowers on cars? Hell yeah.
Ancient relic of a by-gone era.