Utterly Mad

Dear lord, my favorite weapons blog on Tumblr, DIY Self Defense, was shut down somehow, and in a strange act of mourning, I've just been looking at gunpr0n post after gunpr0n post. With a whole lotta knifepr0n in between, that is.

You know that sounds like a great idea. Something related to that which really ****ed me off a few days ago.

There's a big open market that gets set up during the day, sells food, clothes, all sorts of stuff. My problem with it is that at the end of the day as they're all packing up they just toss most of the food into a big pile, sure the seagulls have a feast, especially during the summer because they crack the eggs and let them cook on the floor.

But all of this food just goes to waste, because not all of it goes to the birds, some guys in a van come and pick it up to burn it all, no idea why because the food all looks fine, most of the packaged stuff isn't even opened, I think it's mostly a case of they can't be assed packing it back up so they dump it. The issue is that my city has a lot of homeless people, they're everywhere and there are a lot of homeless shelters, I've worked in a few of them (and seen nuns steal from them, I'm not even shítting you) and almost all of that food could go to those homeless shelters who often struggle to have enough food to feed everyone. (Homeless shelter food is often pretty good too, better than what most people eat despite what you may think)

I'll tell you the Nun story actually, it's reasonably short.

So I was working in a kitchen with a load of Nuns and some other volunteers, the Mother Superior (Boss Nun) was a really nice, friendly woman, but a little strict. Most of the other Nuns were also quite nice and welcoming but then there was one who was sort of quiet, she worked in the back kitchen, which was mostly getting plates, cutlery and then washing them.

After all of the food had been served and everyone had eaten we have to tidy everything up, clear the plates off (The nuns get absolutely furious if there's any food left on plates) stack the tables and chairs away and then brush the floor, the nuns handle most of the kitchen itself but sometimes come out to help us clear plates. So the back kitchen nun came out to help me collect the plates off a particularly big table and I find a wallet sitting on one of the chairs, so I hand it to her and the first thing she does is open it and look in it and then looks at me like "Oh it's empty, isn't that a shame" and then tucks it away and walks back into the kitchen.