Wherein I Want To Set Things On Fire, A Story With Naughty Words

If you are unfamiliar, there is a site called Next Door that is local social media. I have given away many things on it and sold a few, as well as bought my silverware and received free cat food, so it has its merits. But living in the neighborhood between "where you go to pick up a sex worker or street drugs" and "three million dollar mansions" means you get wildly disparate people on there. And it's always the rich bastards who make me want to go see if IKEA sells guillotines.

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I give you an example from tonight:

Nice neighbor: shares info about program to fill sidewalk gaps so everyone can get around.

Rich twatfucking butttrumpets: "Waah, I don't want a sidewalk, people might WALK by my HOUSE, and they might have a DOG who POOPS!!! And then elderly people will have to shovel the sidewalk!"

Nice neighbor: "Here is a program to help elderly people who need help shoveling sidewalks, and I help my neighbor do theirs. Remember that some of those elderly people might have mobility issues and be in wheelchairs or some such and need a sidewalk."

Rich dickspawn assface: "I have never seen anybody in a wheelchair use my block!"

...MAYBE BECAUSE THERE ISN'T A GODDAMN SIDEWALK, YOU BURNT TOAST.

/vent

I'mma be over here, building my Søkkømb.