All in Rant
This is what I want the Revere City Council to doI was reading the Revere Journal this morning and specifically a story with the headline, "Conflict resolution - Meetings are marked by fighting, chaos."
Basically, the Revere City Council is spending taxpayer money to fight like little school girls, call eachother names, tattle tail, etc.
Actually, the Journal sums it up nicely in their opening graphs to the story:
Wicked Summer the next Jersey ShoreApparently the same parasites that created Jersey Shore are now looking to replicate the reality TV show in Boston and are calling it "Wicked Summer."
First problem I have is that if you're going to make the show authentic, call it "Wikked Summah." Sorry, but we don't pronounce our R's here.
The other issues I have with the basis of this show is that it's going to make Massachusetts resident look just as stupid as the idiots that were in Jersey Shore.
Are the neighbors really watching?I was reading the Revere Journal (as I always do as a resident of the city) this morning and came across a story about the Beachmont area and their efforts to develop a Neighborhood Watch group.
The group was founded by Eileen Mundis and her neighbor, Jamie Ferrell after a scary incident.
About a year ago, while Mundis' husband and their three-year-old were playing catch, the toddler found a loaded handgun as the youngester was trying to retrieve the ball.
I was on my way home from driving my daughter to school this morning and slapped on the radio.
Immediately, Steve Perry was yelling at me, "Don't Stop Believin'" -- the classic rock song that, unless you're a robot, has to get you amped up.
So, as I sang along like a fool, I found myself thoroughly enjoying the beats. As the song came to an end, I felt pretty amped up after the song was over until the call ad came on for the radio station. You know, the little advertisement that the station uses to promote the brand. In this case, the promo was for Oldies 103.
OLDIES? WHAT? HUH? Journey? Oldies?
Man, I felt old. This lead me to think about what other things make me feel old, so here they are:
This is my third post on this subject and I apologize for my followers that don't care, but this is important to me.
I posted yesterday and today about the issues I'm having with the City of Revere.
Today, on the heels of my rants, my wife calls my wife calls and was freaking out about helicopters buzzing around the neighborhood. I knew she was telling the truth as I could hear them in the background. I immediately emailed my contact at the Revere Journal who wrote back:
I ranted yesterday on my issues with the City of Revere. I heard from two invested parties, neither I'll share at the moment, but two parties that can help me get the voice of the community heard.
Apparently, the good folks at City Hall just are paying attention to the interwebs these days because my rant has made some travels far and wide.
So again, Mr. Mayor et al, what are you doing to address crime in the City of Revere? Don't feed me a line about how the police department has been the brunt of a of scrutiny as of late and is regrouping.
I don't want to hear that.
Dear City,
I have lived here for seven years. For the most part, it has been uneventful, which is how I like it.
In recent years, there has been a rash of criminal incidents in the general vicinity. Now, I realize that you can't keep all crime out and that it's the general nature of society. But I just don't see anything being done by the city, other than answering 911 calls.
I'm ranting on this because last week, someone tried to break in next door. My neighbors tell me they aren't getting any information from the cops or the city and that it's pretty much been swept under the rug. I'm not sure what the story is there, but who really knows.
Recently, my family has experienced the joys of the healthcare system. I won't get into details, but in one instance, a family member has had to visit the hospital on more occasions than one cares to over a month a half period. The end result all being the same: a conclusion, but one that's fairly uncertain and worrisome as time goes on.
Now, I don't pretend to be a healthcare whiz. I leave that up to this guy (client). What I do know is that I pay a ton of money to have coverage and that when I need it, I just want it to work. When you have kids, the "working" part is very important.
There's nothing worse than having to schlep your kids into the ER at 2am because of a severe fever or on a Sunday afternoon (during a Pats game) after your kid takes a header down a flight of stairs. Either way, you expect to be taken care of immediately and you expect all the attention in the world. However, that's not the case.
We've all been there so we know that cases in the ER are treated by virtue of severity. A fever that can be controlled by some Tylenol is not as urgent as a gushing head wound on a two year old. When we are in these situations, however, that rationale goes out the window.
However, imagine if that rationale were to play out in other areas of our every days lives?