Albuquerque Dogs Against Peace. . .It's the ADP, not the APD
which, is the Albuquerque Police Department. These guys have had a personal vendetta against one man, who allegedly shot one of their own two weeks ago. Since then, they've been wasting our tax dollars, making gratuitous trips to Mexico, and ignoring other crimes and atrocities happening in A-town. I love the APD.
Anyways, back to the demon dogs... . .
The Center for Action and Contemplation is not to be. I got on the bus, rode a ways, got off, got on another bus. .. When I got off, I was in the middle of rural New Mexico. I walked on dusty, curvy road with no sidewalk, not even a shoulder, was almost hit by people with more money driving their SUVs. . . .I saw at least a dozen dogs. Half of these dogs were behind fences. Some were not. Most of them were really interested in what i was doing and wanted to make darn sure I wasn’t setting foot on their property. I really hate dogs.
When I finally got to the Center, there was this gigantic black poodle freaking out at my existence. I ripped my eyeballs out, the bus blew past me in billows of dust. It was like Mongolia, just without all the horses and men in funny hats. Ironically, the stucco walls surrounding the Center had tile pieces on each side that said a single word, Peace. I did not feel any peace upon walking in that neighborhood. I truly loathe dogs. Sheesh, if we want more peace on the earth, we’d get rid of all the dogs. I’m starting to think it’s time I bought a handgun. I’m not afraid of the rapists, the drunks. . . I’m afraid of the freaking dogs. I swear they want to hurt me.
One panic attack later, I realize that the Center for Action and Contemplation is a no go. I’m disappointed beyond belief. Why does this place have to be in the middle of Nowhere???? For heaven’s sake, this is the largest city in New Mexico! Couldn’t they have found somewhere else to put it?
How ironic that in order to pursue social justice and find some fellow human beings to meditate with, you have to own a freaking car. That’s a model for social justice if I ever saw one.
Anyways, back to the demon dogs... . .
The Center for Action and Contemplation is not to be. I got on the bus, rode a ways, got off, got on another bus. .. When I got off, I was in the middle of rural New Mexico. I walked on dusty, curvy road with no sidewalk, not even a shoulder, was almost hit by people with more money driving their SUVs. . . .I saw at least a dozen dogs. Half of these dogs were behind fences. Some were not. Most of them were really interested in what i was doing and wanted to make darn sure I wasn’t setting foot on their property. I really hate dogs.
When I finally got to the Center, there was this gigantic black poodle freaking out at my existence. I ripped my eyeballs out, the bus blew past me in billows of dust. It was like Mongolia, just without all the horses and men in funny hats. Ironically, the stucco walls surrounding the Center had tile pieces on each side that said a single word, Peace. I did not feel any peace upon walking in that neighborhood. I truly loathe dogs. Sheesh, if we want more peace on the earth, we’d get rid of all the dogs. I’m starting to think it’s time I bought a handgun. I’m not afraid of the rapists, the drunks. . . I’m afraid of the freaking dogs. I swear they want to hurt me.
One panic attack later, I realize that the Center for Action and Contemplation is a no go. I’m disappointed beyond belief. Why does this place have to be in the middle of Nowhere???? For heaven’s sake, this is the largest city in New Mexico! Couldn’t they have found somewhere else to put it?
How ironic that in order to pursue social justice and find some fellow human beings to meditate with, you have to own a freaking car. That’s a model for social justice if I ever saw one.
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