I don't know how I missed this but it has just come to my attention that our (un)fair Mayor has now decided to close the libraries on the weekends and only keep them open Monday thru Friday from 1 to 6pm. WTF?!!!
Hello Mayor?! Mr. Mayor who is all about education and culture. Excuse me? Close the libraries?!! Now this is going too far. We all can't buy our books at Barnes & Noble you know. The Public Library is one of the last bastions of democracy and equality. Providing knowledge and information - FREE! FOR ALL! Especially with tuition costs soaring, even for distance learning programs and online courses, the library is a chance for someone who can't get a traditional education to learn something.
Yeah, I know, the Mayor hates "free".
The fab Desk Set has info on this unbelievably sad news and advice on what you can do. I already sent my letter to Bloomie and so should you.
*Get this! 943 employees would be laid off. Many branches would offer no weekend service. Imagine your local branch remaining open for five hours a day, five days a week, if we’re lucky. When can you go there? Unless you work there, you probably can’t. And if you do work there, let’s hope you’re not one of the 943! Also, City Council must approve budget by June 30
And read here in todays' Daily News a 9 year old Carnarsie girl's outrage!
I just saw this and barfed. This is NOT MONTANA this is BROOKLYN! When will the media put a halt to it's endless fascination with Red Hook? I mean is IKEA paying them all off? The guy with the beard and the pick-up truck and the chick with the baby sling, prairie skirt and boots, I mean arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhblblllllllllllargBARF!!! And oh yes EVERYONE is an artist or a bartender (don't forget your kerchief!) in that area, just EVERYBODY...WHAT a friggin' sham!
If you read F.I.B on a somewhat regular basis you are aware that I am in the midst of the never-ending task of attempting to empty out my dearly missed pack rat of a Grandmother’s small two bedroom apartment out in Queens. So, as a result I have been taking some mighty long subway journeys. One hour and 45 minutes each way. In case you are wondering, no, I didn’t find any other family members hair this time. Today it was sewing supplies, religious articles, miscellaneous doo dads, bagging what gets donated, thrown out, taken home or set aside for people. It’s A LOT of work and currently,after working on it for over a month, the apartment SORT of looks like what a normal person would have in their home if they lived there for maybe ten years. We found a music box and it’s song has become the theme song of our project. A song so stirring that it gives us the the momentum to continue. And what is the song? Of course it's the “The Impossible Dream” from the musical “The Man of La Mancha”.
So, on my trip home I want nothing more than to have an eventless journey. I planned on using the time to sleep so I would have the energy to go out tonight.
But.
At 23rd Street a couple enters the train with THE BIGGEST STROLLER I HAVE EVER SEEN. I am NOT kidding, it was almost wider than the subway doors! I watched them attempt to find a place to park that mother while bumping into people without apologizing. I am praying, I mean PRAYING that they don’t come near me. Well, you know, of course they did. Why didn’t I move you say? I was bone tired, there were no other seats in the car and also because I became TRAPPED by a doublewide SUV baby stroller and two annoying parents. The father is sitting next to me, with his legs wide open (of course) playing with the baby. Question, why couldn’t they each just take a small stroller if they were taking the train or throw the kids in one of those sling things OR even better take a FRIGGIN' CAB?!
Self involved, self-important and couldn’t even acknowledge a forlorn looking kid of about 7 years of age in raggedy clothes who approached them to buy candy for a dollar. The stroller or rather CHARIOT that they were chauffering their kids in cost $729.00!
You know I have nothing against kids. I actually work with kids and also the elderly and most of the time we get along famously. It’s the parents I have a problem with. Just as a violent and stupid parent models behavior that makes their kids most likely the same, so do these self involved, affluent parents.
It would be great if they could be sent away like in that movie "Wild in the Streets", although sad to say I am now of the age to be sent away too! But they have to be in the SUV stoller parent section of the camp far away from me!
It’s little moments like these that really try my faith in humanity. I never thought I'd be a stroller basher. Why? Because it's just too easy as they totally set themselves up for it. I found that listening to Max Frost helped calm me down and reinstall a feeling of hope for the future. Enjoy and may you all have no run ins with the stroller squad tomorrow.
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