Weird Schedule

Sorry for the way things have been posted lately. There's generally a rush of early to mid -morning posts, followed by a few stragglers later in the afternoon/evening. It makes it hard to follow and kinda... just weird. Like I run out of steam or something and just give-up halfway through the day. Then, stories which broke yesterday - or even a few days earlier - pops-up sometime down the road.

The truth is that I have been giving-up about halfway through the day:

I am living in a hole, the tenant of a real, live slumlord like the ones that used to appear in 1980's sit-coms when they were sentenced to live in their own rental units. I would love if this guy were sentenced to the same! Of course, I live in Decatur County, TN - a notoriously corrupt county - and this guy's dad used to be mayor. He, himself, holds a chair on many city boards (though I've no idea if it is due to his own prominence or yet another holdover from his dad's political weight). So this whole "slumlord" thing will never happen.

No matter how much, how long, nor how hard I fight, neither my landlord nor his vulgar, accursed, 90+ year-old "mama" will ever be held responsible for their negligence nor forced to bring their rental properties up to code. Further, since they rent to a lot of people who would otherwise have no place to to stay (for all sorts of reasons, but largely because they can't afford one), I don't want to just "drop hammers" and get the guy's entire operation shutdown (though it should be); I'm pretty sure I could start complaining to state-run bodies and eventually, someone would check it out.

Anyway, 90°+ weather is a regular thing here in Tennessee, and the proximity to the river means humidity is a factor. This place has no insulation and too many holes to even mention (even after a heavy round of caulking and another using that canned spray foam), as well as a huge, sliding glass patio door; it generally gets up to at least 85° or so by noon - by 1pm, I have to lie down. It's bad when you get up to use the restroom and your forehead breaks into a sweat, but the worst thing is how hot it makes my core body temperature - it's usually almost 6p before my body begins actually cooling down, and it starts with the chills. I've developed a cough which can get quite forceful, though it's non-productive; I hope I'm not coming down with pneumonia!

This being so close to the weekend, I can tell you that I am moving tomorrow. Yes, I am moving this entire house in two days (1¹/₂, really, because I'll be out of here before it gets that hot, Sunday!). This is part of the reason things have been put on-hold and done half-assed, lately. And if it seems like this has been the case for some time now, it's because it has; I've been telling you that Decatur County, TN is truly a blight on American society and the American South, specifically - and I was never lying!

The truth is that Decatur County, TN has received millions in grant money in just the three years that I've been here, yet there are no social programs which help the poor. You can get commodities once every three months and it used to be little more than a few cans of soup, some bags of rice, and 30 jars of peanut butter. Because I complain so loudly and vehemently, we found out some of the little, old women in charge of distributing the food had been "dipping-in" and pulling out some of the choicer items. Some of them disappeared - were "misplaced," as were some $200k of taxpayers' money - but these thieving, lying whores said most of it was given to the various churches and services around town which provide for poor families and people.

Yes, apparently they thought it a good idea to remove good food - like large cans of tuna fish and pork, cans of fruits, boxes of crackers, and more - from the general commodities which are distributed to everyone whose income is below the poverty line and redistribute it to places like the churches, who only provide to their flock and those families and individuals specifically referred to them throughout the months. This same practice goes on with clothing, household items, and the like; the "barebones," inexpensive stuff is left to be distributed to the unwashed masses, while the "good" stuff is sent elsewhere, either to be resold (of course that money's going to help people - there's "just not enough money to help anyone") or better distributed (you know, to God's people [not the Jews - stay with me here!]). That's how Decatur County, TN is run.

So I'm being forced-out of this shithole, which is no skin off my nose, just a lot of sweat off my back...

Anyway, it's going to be another few weeks of "weird" scheduling until I get settled. And Blogger's scheduling errors have helped NO one.

© C Harris Lynn, 2009