David's Tangled Thoughts

Last night, I read that the Boy Scouts of America were again revisiting the issue of homosexuals being allowed in their organization.  In 2000, the Supreme Court ruled that the BSA was allowed to bar gay scouts and adults under the freedom of association.  I agree with the court in that private organizations that have discrimination as part of the creed, have a right to those values.  Of course, I didn't loose any sleep when I heard that some troops here and there were losing privileged access to public facilities.  People who were involved with the organization turned in their badges and medals.  Earlier this year when the board affirmed their anti-gay policies, big corporations such as Intel and UPS cut their funding to the group. With corporate money being the straw that broke their backs, I do believe that BSA is caving in to societal pressure.  Well... almost.  You see, what they are talking about is that they are going to let the local organizations decide whether they wan

As I pulled into the parking lot at work this morning I spotted some asshole temp taking up two parking spaces.  I was just going to take a picture of the car and quickly vent my annoyance on twitter.  As I took the photo, I noticed that the plush toy on the dash moved.  Yup, someone had brought their cat to work. I'm not a cat person but I felt bad for the little guy.  I wasn't terribly alarmed, thinking that this was animal abuse. If it was summer, that'd be different.  Still not a place to be for cat. I figured that the temp must be some kind of overly attached cat fanatic.  When I got out of my car to get a closer look, I saw a bunch of crap in the back. Then it dawned on me what I was seeing.  This person was probably living out of his or her--probably her--car. I told my supervisor and showed her the picture on my phone.  She marched me down to HR to let them know.  I was embarrassed but I was also beginning to worry about what kind of trouble I might be bringin

ME:  Is there public access? Guy:  It's on Lakeshore Drive.  (The road that encircles the lake.) Me:  That's as helpful as telling me that access is where the land meets the water.

I am in my grumpy bear mood.  It's winter and it's after the holidays which means dealing with bureaucratic crap with work and gearing for another fight with the IRS tax forms.  Also along for the ride is Michigan extending its hand for renewing my automobile registration.  It's not until around spring time before I start getting approachable again.  Be warned! The other day I was leaving with the 5:15 shift.  Usually I leave early but anyways, the building I was working in has two bathroom closets.  One designated for the men, the other for the women.  If the woman's toilet is occupied, I've seen women go into the men's.  No big deal since the two closets are identical.  This Muslim temp that has been working here for a couple months was waiting outside the womens' and it looked like she had to go badly.  Meanwhile the mens' was open and free.  I told her to go ahead an use it.  She shot me a look as if I had told her to cut off her hand.  I thought,