Issues and Asshats(or Asshats with Issues, myself included)

So this guy in our neighbourhood wants to start a Compassion Club here in Nanaimo. I don't know how I feel about that. I really don't. First of all, I am not the most compassionate person out there...as you can maybe tell from my rants on this here page sometimes...right? It's true. I can live with that. But chronically ill people smoking something that eases their pain and maybe gives them an appetite doesn't sound like a bad thing, either. My aunt died of lymphoma and the end was gut-wrenching for her and those around her for months and months helping her die. If it could have eased that a little? I live with chronic pain daily...it's a just barely bearable backdrop to my life but somedays, when I get a little extra kick in the ass in the pain department? I could almost shoot myself over it. I sleep instead...or start the whole take-pain-relievers-and-begin-gut-rot- almost-as-painful-as-the-pain-you-were-seeking-to-relieve cycle. Maybe you know that one, too? What I wouldn't give to avoid that whole scenario...and my pain is nothing compared to cancer, Crohn's, glaucoma, rheumatoid arthritis, chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia(both very real, you doubters!)...
I know that pot helps some people with chronic medical conditions. Sometimes I wish I was one of them. Personally, I hate the stuff.
Mostly, though, I just don't care about it...it's a NON-ISSUE to me. Probably because it doesn't work for me and I hate the stuff.
BUT, this I do care about....he's been a good neighbour, involved in cleaning up the garbage around here, taken a tough stance with some scary people, stood up for the neighbourhood before Council...all in all, his family and their presence has been a boon to the neighbourhood.
Mostly I think his timing is crappy...when we are a neighbourhood dealing with issues of drugs and drug abuse, it's just another damn argument I don't want to be having...and yet, there I was arguing with this Asshat on the street picketing my neighbour's planned compassion.


Well, really, Mister Asshat, why the fuck aren't you picketing outside one of the crackhouses in this neighbourhood? Why the fuck are you not picketing the methadone clinic or the needle exchange or wherever it is that VIHA will be handing out crackpipes next? Where have you been during any one of the times this neighbourhood has worked to pull another crackhouse down? Where were you when the open air drug market was going on up the road? Where were you with your sign then? ASSHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean really? Standing on the same street corner that crack whores sell themselves for the price of one hit(merely a few dollars, how sick and sad is that?), across the street from a guy who deals crack, up the street from another, around the corner from a full blown crackhouse? Two blocks from the old granary where there are probably 40 homeless addicts KILLING themselves on poison they bought somewhere in town and you are going to picket this?!? Really?!? Fucking Asshat. How's that for compassion, eh? Asshat. Nimrod. Stupid.
Those fucking cigarettes you've smoked are a drug more harmful than pot and, by the way, throwing the fucking butts on the street is littering. Asshat.
When you are suffering from the pain of lung cancer? What then?
When I asked him if he would please go picket outside one of the crackhouses, he said no, he wanted to "take down this guy." Huh, sounds like more than just an issue about "drugs." Sounds more personal to me. Like you have a particular issue with a particular person. Did somebody hurt your little feelings somehow?!?
And so, my mouth got away from me...and though he thinks he has the "right" to stand there all day pronouncing his views, he told me to go away because he didn't want to listen to mine.
Huh.
I am off to the mall to get me one of these to hang out with the guy tomorrow.

(Can you all even believe how many times I just cussed? My Dad would so kill me right now!)

*Oh hey, it's later now...that picketeer just passed my house glaring in my windows, as if making some point that I won't comment on. Asshat. I think he was carrying a bag from the Methadone Clinic...but maybe I am just passing along hurricane rumors now. But, we're all human now, aren't we? And I am still angry, after all. And we are all, after all, human? Right? I never said I was a role model. He did pass my house with a very small plastic bag, definitely not a grocery bag...and made a more than definite point if glaring in my windows. As if he could be the one to intimidate me. I wonder if the little plastic bag in his hand was from the methadone clinic just up the street, the only closest store....if so, I wonder how long he will ride the methadone train? A lifetime? Another drug-addicted lifetime? Now I am just being bitchy,eh? Sorry. My father would definitely not approve.