I am an educator in the twenty first century, from the standpoint that I Mr C the triple OG
monitor the ethics of all the city, county and state governmental officials. I am the
educator that is needed today because I promote and promulgate that there is no law
enforcement in any city, county, or state in America today. I have a message to be
transparently understood. And that message is if any city, county or state governmental
official commits a local, state or federal crime, their colleagues will and do condone their
transgressions and sins coupled with remaining and being steadfast and loyal with their
committed crimes while jeopardizing their own careers at the same damn time.
      And if the thought of such conduct don't blow the public's mind then myself as an
educator can only be perceived by the readers and listeners of my message to be an
educator whose imagination belongs to a human being who is deaf, dumb and blind.
Yes I am an educator with a certain spirit and flavor who is here in today's time to tell
the story with no desire to soften my message for those listeners who might not want to
accept the harsh reality of my story.
      Take a look around you with a profound observance and glare. There is anarchy in
America today which sadly express and imply that the republic and democracy is
exclusively raped. And we the public as believers in the original introduced American
system are left in total disarray. There is forgiveness for the social and political wrongs
done by the leaders in the American cities, counties and states, which constitutes a sad
state of affairs considering America’s original role and its tradition, as stated in the Bill of
Rights: that all and everything human and material or otherwise have the same rights and privileges, duties and obligations, independent of an agreement. Meaning without
having to sign a contract all Americans and those human entities in the United States
are declared equal which complies to the natural laws of nature. Yes I am an educator
promoting and making publicly known what all people should and must comprehend
about where America has gone wrong. I am the educator.

   Whenever I have a few extra bucks, maybe every other month or so, I walk down to 17th
and Downing to the Health Center and pick up a gram of legal pot. Sorry I’m an old
hippy from the 1960’s and sometimes I like to kick back and remember old times while
indulging in a toke. They say “if you remember the 60’s, you weren’t there.” Well, I was
there and I remember, at least most of it, I think.
    OK so I am indulging in a sin and I suppose I should pay a “sin tax,” if that is the way
you think. That is certainly the way most politicians were thinking when they realized
how much money they could make taxing all those potheads through the nose so they
can have a toke and not get arrested in their own homes.
    The politicians did not pass this law, the people passed this law. The politicians still get
to make the rules though. Ok so they tax pot to the point that it cost more than it used to
cost on the street. At least you can walk up to a counter and take your pick of what you
want in the many varieties of cannabis they have, and not get thrown in jail. They are all
the same to me; I’m still trying to find something like the Mexican laughing weed we
used to buy for $15 an ounce in 1965. I think it went extinct though, at least the price
certainly did. It was driven to extinction by these new age breeders. Oh well, you make
do with what is available.
    So every other month or so I make my way down to 17th and Downing. I hit Park Ave
(23rd St) at 18th and Ogden, that makes a shortcut. I take Park Ave straight to the Health
Center from there. There are usually two or three guys, sometimes a woman, flying
signs at this busy intersection.
     That is where I pay my “sin tax.” I give them all a buck, and I don’t care what they spend
it on. I am on my way to indulge myself with something which helps me cope with this
world we live in, so I hope they can use that buck to do the same thing for themselves. It
doesn’t matter to me if it is a meal or a drink or helps toward a warm place to sleep. It is
their money and they can spend it any way they want. They are in a better position to
know what they need than I am.
Who are we to judge?
     Everybody has to make their own way in this world the best they can. We didn’t wreck
the economy--the bankers and the politicians did that. We are just the pieces that fell
out. Now the powers that be, which happen to be bankers and politicians, want to
sweep us off the street. You yell, you scream, you write letters, you vote, nothing
happens. What can you do?
After indulging in an occasional toke, you help those you can help and weep for those
you can’t while surviving in your own crazy world, and you wonder why we smoke pot. 

People who have jobs and the safety, security and means to live don’t know how hard it
is to be homeless. They assume we’re all druggies, thieves, lazy, or in some way did
something to deserve this. They harass us, call us names, beat us up, accuse us of not
taking care of our animals, and try to steal them when most of us go without food to
feed our animals. Even the police do this and also tell us to leave or arrest us for trying
to sleep or make money to eat. We are forced to go to the bathroom outside like
animals because we’re not allowed to go in public restrooms unless we have money.
     We have to worry about dying in the cold months because of theft of our bedding or
people throwing it away. We try so hard to live and keep hope--every day we do this.
The places that help can only do so much...and some claim they help and yet act as
though they would rather see all the homeless dead. In the eyes of so many we are
merely animals, eyesores, and parasites to be exterminated. The police department and
even the self-proclaimed “religious” people look at us that way. I have seen and met a
lot of truly kind, caring, helping and loving people, even if all they do is say “hi”...but I
have seen far, far more cruel and uncaring people.
     Where did these people lose sight and understanding of what respect, love, caring,
kindness, helping and politeness are--and how to show these qualities to others? If they
did so, then maybe we would act the same to them. Believe it or not, we are people too.
All I ask and want, not just for me and my husband--but for ALL the homeless--is for us
to be treated like people instead of a disease. I only wish what I say won’t fall on deaf
ears. Unfortunately it will, for there are too many selfish, uncaring people in the world.