Scuse me, but after 38 years, why is the “movement” still white? The hip, slick and cool are gathered on the hillside of Dolores Park, a long and costly ride from San Fran’s destitute. They are mod, pretending neo-laid back and resemble the days of old. Homeland Security with their TSA is all over town, the desperate and destitute are drunk all over 6th street and, bands play on everywhere.

I’m interrupted for “donations” for the MIME TROUPE; my email address for volunteer time is unacceptable, while the “conscious” whites donate the “acceptable” cash withheld by Social Security from my existence. I can’t continue, I feel hurt and must beg for 7 days of respite yet again just as soon as tomorrow.
I leave the delusional with their ANTI-FOURTH celebration, because as a Vietnam era veteran against the Iraq War, these people remind and hurt me with the many wars I witness, face and fight right here every day. At least I can thank The Department of Human Services, that I can eat whatever the chosen Chinese restaurant overcharges me for on Independence Day, my latest victory being Food Stamps!

Update (I forgot to include)

Today is )&/28/@010 and I'm still angry and hurt, but I don't know why I left out the "kicker" 3 years ago. I took my little Welfare Card to the nearest Specialty Grocer, picked up a classy tiny bottle of White Zinfandel = $2.50 out of my California twice monthly alloted $26.00 and the white grocer, I couldn't find a green one, said, "We don't take those here". Damn! I thought back to the humility of paper food stamps and this looks like a charge card and has a cash balance. So I tucked my pretty little tail and swaggered out of the racially imbalanced store, I must have been sad or I would not have seen the $10 dollar bill directly on the grocer's threshold. I picked it up and bought my White Zinfandel next door! God is good, and a heck of an arbitrator.

The Real Roxane