Meanwhile
Back at the Ahwahnee Dorm, in Yosemite National Park of “Merica”. Yosemite Karen waits just inside her doorway; to step out in front of me, right on cue. Flipping a cigarette back and forth. Her lover, (Billy-Bob, who is also her cousin and her uncle) waits just outside the building; to blow cigarette smoke in my face, as I walk by to my car. Other like minded people (I’m very hesitant to call them people), known as “The Village Idiots of Yosemite”, wait in the parking lot, or zoom pass to fill the air with exhaust, so I have to walk through or stand in it.
As I drive to the Post Office, others are waiting along the pathways, intersections and at other facilities; just in case I go somewhere else. I look to my right and there’s Chester (Billy-Bob’s sister). He’s peddling his bicycle like the mad man he is; trying to beat me to the Post Office. Oops, he just hit a tree. He must have been chewing gum again. I make a right turn and there’s Bob; stepping out from behind a car just to be seen, trying to push my buttons. Not Billy-Bob, but the Bob that will lie right to your face and to National Park Service, Bob. Bob that lacks competence, ethics and morals and surrounds himself with like minded people. There I go calling these people, people again. Anyway, I pull into the Post Office to have two National Park employees waiting, filling the air with exhaust. Two more (Honey Pots), waiting in short shorts, blowing cigarette smoke into the air, as I step out of my car.
Once inside the Post Office, one of the “Village Idiots” is blocking my PO Box. This gives one of the others time to rush to the counter and stall as long as possible, because I have a package to pick up. I patiently pick up my package and head out to my car. There’s Chester again; he’s on his phone, calling Park Law Enforcement, telling them I’m harassing him, flipping him off. Ops, he just fell, should have gotten off his bike. I ignore him, get in my car and try to back up, but there are the “Honey Pots” again, walking behind my car and stopping.
I make it back to my building and more “Village Idiots”, step out of their rooms on cue. They block and crowd as the Housing Staff jingles his keys. I think it’s a mental impediment, because he sure does it enough. My neighbors will wait for hours; just to mob, bait and spread their hate. They all strive for attention and a pat on the back from their peers.
You may think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. This is actual life in Yosemite National Park and where our society is today. This is what happens to those of us, who stand up for what is right. It’s not a proud day to be an American. Why are these dimwits brandishing flags? What are they actually proud of? I say this, not because I hate this country. Just like parents may not be proud of some of the choices their children make, but they still love them. Take a good look at this country, the carrier politicians and the corporations that have led us here. The lack of accountability from our leaders, law enforcement, our judicial, legislative and executive branches. No one is held accountable anymore. Have you not had enough?
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Meanwhile
Back at the Ahwahnee Dorm, in Yosemite National Park of “Merica”. Yosemite Karen waits just inside her doorway; to step out in front of me, right on cue. Flipping a cigarette back and forth. Her lover, (Billy-Bob, who is also her cousin and her uncle) waits just outside the building; to blow cigarette smoke in my face, as I walk by to my car. Other like minded people (I’m very hesitant to call them people), known as “The Village Idiots of Yosemite”, wait in the parking lot, or zoom pass to fill the air with exhaust, so I have to walk through or stand in it.
As I drive to the Post Office, others are waiting along the pathways, intersections and at other facilities; just in case I go somewhere else. I look to my right and there’s Chester (Billy-Bob’s sister). He’s peddling his bicycle like the mad man he is; trying to beat me to the Post Office. Oops, he just hit a tree. He must have been chewing gum again. I make a right turn and there’s Bob; stepping out from behind a car just to be seen, trying to push my buttons. Not Billy-Bob, but the Bob that will lie right to your face and to National Park Service, Bob. Bob that lacks competence, ethics and morals and surrounds himself with like minded people. There I go calling these people, people again. Anyway, I pull into the Post Office to have two National Park employees waiting, filling the air with exhaust. Two more (Honey Pots), waiting in short shorts, blowing cigarette smoke into the air, as I step out of my car.
Once inside the Post Office, one of the “Village Idiots” is blocking my PO Box. This gives one of the others time to rush to the counter and stall as long as possible, because I have a package to pick up. I patiently pick up my package and head out to my car. There’s Chester again; he’s on his phone, calling Park Law Enforcement, telling them I’m harassing him, flipping him off. Ops, he just fell, should have gotten off his bike. I ignore him, get in my car and try to back up, but there are the “Honey Pots” again, walking behind my car and stopping.
I make it back to my building and more “Village Idiots”, step out of their rooms on cue. They block and crowd as the Housing Staff jingles his keys. I think it’s a mental impediment, because he sure does it enough. My neighbors will wait for hours; just to mob, bait and spread their hate. They all strive for attention and a pat on the back from their peers.
You may think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. This is actual life in Yosemite National Park and where our society is today. This is what happens to those of us, who stand up for what is right. It’s not a proud day to be an American. Why are these dimwits brandishing flags? What are they actually proud of? I say this, not because I hate this country. Just like parents may not be proud of some of the choices their children make, but they still love them. Take a good look at this country, the carrier politicians and the corporations that have led us here. The lack of accountability from our leaders, law enforcement, our judicial, legislative and executive branches. No one is held accountable anymore. Have you not had enough?
Thank you for visiting my photostream.