OK, I have to throw this in because this situation was so surrealistically wrong:

Gail, one of the regular contributors to the Roaddawgz website, came in to the drop-in a few weeks ago and invited me to go see a play with her that she�d won tickets for at the Haight Street Fair.

We dash up to Marines Memorial Theatre and sit through a one-man show � �The Male Intellect: An Oxymoron�. I wasn�t paying that much attention (it was pretty mundane and NOT very intelligent; the cheesy, predictable kind of humor that makes you wonder if people are laughing just because they don�t know how to think for themselves and only know that it�s SUPPOSED to be funny) so I can�t remember the actor/writer�s name. It�s too bad, too, because I would love to lambaste that idiot from here to eternity for the completely retarded tirade he subjected the audience to after his encore. He started going on about how �we� should take the ability that allowed �us� to make so many animals extinct and apply it to pigeons and homeless people. He continued in this vein for another ten minutes before I told Gail that I had to leave because I was too embarrassed to even be sitting there in the presence of people who found this entertaining. It was just horrifying. I wanted to scream, �YOU MORON! A HOMELESS PERSON PAID MY WAY INTO THIS CRAP SHOW!�

I�m sick of this attitude that material possession dictates how human, how evolved, a person is. I think that EVERY member of any society reflects how well that society is doing; how advanced it really is. If you don�t like what you see, then, you need to change something within yourself.

So you, Robert Dubac, you mediocre lowbrow, can kiss my ass (I just realized again that sometimes the Internet really does work, and of course he got RAVE reviews).

Figures.