time for a change

Normally my blog is about dating and the bullshit that goes along with being a sexually confused single woman. This is not the same old shit. Today I am overwhelmed by the heartache, the abandoned, the forgotten, the sick, the cold, and the mistreated. There is so much to say, I don’t know where to start, but I have to start somewhere.

First: Nevada doesn’t have a fucking needle exchange. Do you realize that our “Battle Born State” has one of the highest Hepatitis C rates in our lovely country? Do you know that heroine use is up while meth is down? Not that people weren’t and aren’t shooting meth, but the preferred way to inject H is via needle. So, why the fuck is it against the law to have clean rigs available to addicts? It doesn’t make a non-drug user say, “Gee whiz, since there is a clean rig available I guess I will put down the pez and shoot some dope.” I want to start a harm reduction coalition, who is with me?

Second: Has any one been down to Record Street and E.4^th lately? I have. I brought sandwiches down, and you know what I discovered; a shit load of hungry homeless people. There isn’t enough food at all of the shelters and churches. Those amazing souls were thankful for a leftover pulled pork sandwich, when I had just dined on a fucking gourmet dinner. They were huddled under tarps, while I got out of a fucking B.M.W. with heated seats. They didn’t judge how the sandwich reached them, they were happy to receive it. When was the last time you didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth? I will answer honestly, I ALWAYS questions the motives of kindness, and wonder what I am missing out on. Also, I know I wasn’t the only one with more leftovers than I knew what to do with, where the hell were you? Don’t be scared, feed a hungry person, I know you have a bird feeder.

Third: There are more and more animals on death row. I know in contrast to the horror that so many humans are facing in this dark economy it is easy to dismiss the plight of our 2 and 4 legged friends. There are many cases of pets being displaced because their owners become homeless and they cannot be cared for. Many animals find their way into the “animal welfare” system because of abuse. And some were born into the “foster” system. If you must have a puppy of a certain breed, volunteer at your local Humane Society first, then if you still maintain that the Schnoodle from Vegas is the only pet for you, so fucking be it. But I just bet that won’t be the case.

I can only speak for myself when I say that I am luckier than most. I am warm, I am full, and quite honestly I am a little bit drunk. But I care, a lot. I don’t know what to do with all the caring I have, but I have to do something. Do you care? Do you want to do something too? Then do it with me, forget that I may have offended you, what’s done is done. Yesterday only matters when the Beatles sing about it. Join me and let us all make a difference. If we don’t, who will? Somebody must know somebody that can help me change laws. Somebody must know somebody with a van that can help me take warm soup to cold souls. Somebody must know somebody that can foster a pet. If we all do what we can, then our “fish bowl” can be a better place. And who is to say that we can’t cause a big ripple? I am tired of being a complainer that doesn’t do a GOD DAMN THING! Aren’t you?