Social Services Snobs, Part II

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Why can they not even send a simple acknowledgement?  Don’t they realize that a woman with a college degree wants to take a pay cut to work a nasty job helping society’s most vulnerable people, it’s a compliment?  I even sent Target gift cards to the center so some of the young women could buy small gifts for their kids, or something for themselves. 

The response from Almost Home’s communication director was shockingly cold, impersonal, and sarcastic:

 I can assure you that all resumes that are sent into us are diligently looked over. We have received an enormous response from the employment ads that were placed and as such it has taken a considerable amount of time to go through.

We are a very small office with an even smaller budget, it is not financially responsible for us to reply to every applicant.  The cost would be prohibitive. As a businessman I am sure you can sympathize with this.  [Emphasis mine.]

I replied that I’m sorry I wasted her time, I didn’t realize the high cost of sending a boiler-plate e-mail saying, “We got it.”

Americans give more to charities in cash, time, and goods than all other countries combined [citation pending].  We believe in helping our neighbor, and many of us would like to do so without the government’s gun to our heads.  But when an organization purportedly dedicated to helping young mothers is too uppity to acknowledge applications and too proud to say Thank You for a $50.00 donation, that charity should be shunned or its senior management fired.  My guess is that those senior managers have a lot more to lose than those they assist. </p&g

The Room

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With that, the guards silently beckoned me to turn.  The room was large and dark.  Overhead lights illuminated the oracle on her seat and spilled onto the guards, but the rest of the room was invisible. Before me lay large double doors.  I could see light fighting to enter around the great doors’ edges.  As I walked toward the light, the doors began to open slowly, admitting more light.  I could see that pottery and artifacts stood on display pedestals all around the room, whose charcoal gray ceiling stood at least forty feet above me.  The floor and wall were also charcoal, efficiently swallowing the light the doors no longer contained.   My steps were almost silent, as the room’s acoustics were impeccable. 

The walk from oracle’s throne to the door was about sixty paces through the square, or cubic, room.  My guards seemed neither threatening nor curious.  Their faces–Caucasian-featured but negroid in color–seemed content and happy, though not gleeful.  They were shorter than I and not particularly muscular.  Perhaps they weren’t guards at all.  I don’t know why I didn’t talk to them, but I said not another word exiting the room into a wide, beautiful forest of tall, old trees, birds, squirrels, leaves both brown and green, shrubs, and, in the distance before me, the sound of a creek or stream. 

I did not know where I was or why, but I was somewhere that I wanted to be.

The Dean Blog

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These people are great.  Funny thing is, I have good scotch and great conversations with people just like this every few weeks.  Politics corrupts; Democrat politics corrupts democratically.

WE WILL WIN. KERRY WILL SUCK MY —. EXCUSE ME. BUSH WILL LOSE. KERRY WILL LOSE.

Dean wins
Kerry dies
Bush burns in hell

GO DEAN!

Posted by chewy bushhater at January 27, 2004 10:51 PM
 

I am a NOBODY BUT DEAN…I used to be an ABB, but no more.

I can not deal with the low-life, slimey politics as exhibited by Kerry. He is politics as usual.

We are politics as different!!

Go Howard….you’re THE MAN!!!

Posted by carol in santa fe at January 27, 2004 10:53 PM
 
 

Off From New Hampshire

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I must admit that I paid no attention the New Hampshire primary until about 15 minutes ago. 

For those of you who are like me, Kerry won by more than 10 points over Dean.  Edwards and Clark tied for third.  (Is this Clark any relation to Ramsey Clark? And if not, why not?) 

Howard Dean’s post coital speech sounded a lot like a farewell, according to the snippets I read.  He named a lot of people who work(ed) on his campaign, thanking them for their long hours, [insert all the stock phrases here].  I haven’t seen the poll numbers for the Primaries Formerly Known as Super Tuesday, but I bet Dean has, and I bet they suck for him. 

I don’t have anything against Dean, except everything he stands for.  Those who support him, and WHY they support him, make me puke.  I can’t wait to see how quickly they form some embarrassingly impotent splinter party after he bows out.

And let’s start the death watch.  Dean is intelligent enough to know that he doesn’t do himself any favors by looking like Lieberman (or Gore in 2000).  Like his buddy Saddam Hussein, who, in Dean’s view, gave Iraqis a wonderful standard of living, Dean will surrender without a fight once he knows its over.  His rabid, murder-frenzy, haven’t-bathed-in-weeks supporter idiots won’t get the blue-veiner throwdown at the DNC convention that they crave.  He’ll declare himself President of Vermont and ask Kerry or whomever for some surrender terms.  If only he would make his withdrawal speech from a spider hole, the allusion would be perfect.

Ah, well.  On to the Primaries Formerly Known as Super Tuesday