Things I Try Not to Say Over the Phone
i was having a pleasant moment's relaxation, pausing between farming and remodelling, thinking of making some food, when i was Disturbed by a phone call from some girl with a script, asking me to donate money to some Dead Pig foundation for the sad families left behind to, most likely (statistically speaking), recover from the physical and psychological abuse inflicted by an alcoholic wifebeater who was killed in the line of duty (or possibly slipped in the tub, or suffered a traffic jam on the triple bypass). as you can imagine, i was stunned and horrified. i told her i'd feel bad about donating and hung up before i heard what she thought of that.
i sat back down and tried to forget about it, but of course couldn't resist thinking of amusing things i could've said if she hadn't called me 'Mr. Reynolds' and mentioned the police in the same phonecall. i was thinking about how America has the greatest prison poulation per capita in the world when i suddenly stopped to ponder the idea of a prison population.
think about it. prison. population.
now imagine the world. six billion people, all divided into myriad categories and groups, all overlapping and intermingling. race, age, income, life expectancy, birth rate, what they see, what they think, how they feel, what they look at when they wake up each day, all spread around the globe in different places. and, within this global population, one of the groups is a prison poulation. in my mind, it shows up as a gray blob, like black-and-white people concentrated in little stationary blobs, while the technicolor world outside swirls around them. people in the prison population are locked in a cage all day long. and in America, the black-and-white to technicolor ratio is higher than anywhere else on earth.
pretty fucking awful, eh? anyone who doesn't think so is wrong, and i hope they learn why the hard way.
ahhh, i feel better now. i don't even wish harm specifically on that stupid girl anymore. instead, i hope she learns to read some day.
i sat back down and tried to forget about it, but of course couldn't resist thinking of amusing things i could've said if she hadn't called me 'Mr. Reynolds' and mentioned the police in the same phonecall. i was thinking about how America has the greatest prison poulation per capita in the world when i suddenly stopped to ponder the idea of a prison population.
think about it. prison. population.
now imagine the world. six billion people, all divided into myriad categories and groups, all overlapping and intermingling. race, age, income, life expectancy, birth rate, what they see, what they think, how they feel, what they look at when they wake up each day, all spread around the globe in different places. and, within this global population, one of the groups is a prison poulation. in my mind, it shows up as a gray blob, like black-and-white people concentrated in little stationary blobs, while the technicolor world outside swirls around them. people in the prison population are locked in a cage all day long. and in America, the black-and-white to technicolor ratio is higher than anywhere else on earth.
pretty fucking awful, eh? anyone who doesn't think so is wrong, and i hope they learn why the hard way.
ahhh, i feel better now. i don't even wish harm specifically on that stupid girl anymore. instead, i hope she learns to read some day.
posted by the autophobe at 7:56 PM
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