"How do we change the world? One random act of kindness at a time." - Morgan Freeman
To all those demented, delusional, out-to-lunch fruitcakes who advocate for the deportation and exclusion of Muslims, here's a glimpse at the real world we all have no choice but to inhabit as best we can: Last month, I was in San Francisco, walking along McAllister towards Jones. Before me, against the South wall of the California Check Cashing branch, across from the neoclassical Hibernia Bank, bearing in English a written request for assistance was a beautiful young woman in chador, tasteful dress, and flawless, minimal make-up. Beside her was her quiet young daughter. Obviously, she was a recent arrival -- judging from her features, mos def a Syrian refugee who had received approval from the nearby, mostly Yemeni mosque, local upright citizens brigade, and other Tenderloin powers-that-really-be to work that corner for a shift. As soon as a passing OG who was walking his bicycle had passed her a buck with a word of blessing and moved on, I in turn grabbed the loose bills that were change from my lunch (probably $12 or $14) out of my pocket, and handed them to the young lovely with a demotic "Salaam alaykum." She took them, and responded demurely and heartbreakingly, "Shukraan." And with that I carried on to rush through my errands on that day trip to the city.
All of this took but a minute or so: That's reality, asshats. That is why when it comes to what matters, what we cannot avoid indefinitely -- that is why our side will always win. The rest of you Trump-ettes and shit stain bigots can just eat it. You're lucky if you're even privileged enough to this (or are someone I agree with - hi fans, freaks, friends, and fellow fools)...
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