Disgusted.

What a start to my UBC attempt. Edited to add: Linking to Monday Musings

I have never written about my beliefs, religious, social, or anything else, before on my blog. I have pretty strong opinions, ones that might offend certain readers’ sensibilities and while I really could give two hoots about those who take personal offense at things said on social media, I do care about not having long drawn-out arguments with people who aren’t capable of logical thought. 

That said, here begins the rant of the century arising from feelings of disappointment and disillusionment on multiple counts, the reasons for which will be apparent to you shortly.

Do the small things have any Gods at all?

Every day, his small steps slowed down at the wrought iron gates.

Every day, his little feet involuntarily led him towards it.

Every day, his big, brown eyes framed by a dirty mop of hair peeked through the unrelenting iron bars, his itty-bitty callused fingers curling around them.

WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

I wasn’t going to post today, I was going to work on collating the 300 lists that I have made for 25-by-25, 30-by-30, and 101-by-1001 which I started writing probably a year ago. But the overdose of poop/potty-related posts in and around the blogger world (I read four poop-related posts in two days, gotta be a record of some sort) and an incident in the office washroom have prodded me to posting this.