A Hard Day for People Who Care About Children

“John gets upset when he sees children abused. So let’s really mess with him today,” said synchronicity. First in my own town I see a young man and woman–Romany, I think, but I can’t be sure–with two very small children, at a shopping mall, holding a sign, need help to feed children. The guy has expensive looking shoes, and so on, but I don’t care about fake beggars–I care that they are using their children like this, that I saw them two months ago at Costco doing the same thing, that I heard them talking and know a hustle when I hear it, that he’s teaching the children this. It’s exploiting and harming them and no I don’t think they’re homeless but there are homeless families of course. If you were there, you would’ve seen the signs of professionalism, of con artistry.

Then I went to see my son and on his Oakland block there are small Hispanic latch key kids, left alone all day, no schooling, and the kids try to get attention by throwing things out the window so they can see them smash on the sidewalk. . .

Then I am on the way home and see a “missy”–that is an Oakland, California term for a street prostitute that is a child, as young as 11, more often like 13ish. I saw the most obvious fat ass pimp ever, talking to her. She’s dressed all whore. She was obviously no older than 14 tops. So I go around the corner thinking, this is too much, after all this–this at least I can report. Because Oakland is trying to deal with this missy problem.

So I want to get a better look at pimp guy, and I drive around the block, takes a minute to get around, I see her giving a guy head in a doorway, broad daylight, 26th and International in Oakland. I won’t go into all the details here but it was happening in a sick way too. So I get pissed off, pull over–and no I’m not an idiot, I don’t try and deal with it myself, I get Oakland police on the line and talk a dispatcher into taking it seriously, this girl is underage, and she sent two police cars pretty fast. I didn’t find out what happened. I’m okay with women being hookers if they’re over 18. I don’t recommend it as a lifestyle, but I’m not Captain Save-a-hoe, I’m Captain Regulate-the-hoes. And I’m Captain call this one in, that’s a child. It’s been a hard day for people who like children, in my part of the world. And yes I know it’s worse out there, in many places…but all in one day…

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