When I had two fellow teachers tell me (not at the same time, like a week apart) that they agreed and wanted their rights respected so they could carry at work, well, I figured it was about time for me to bow out of the profession.
I’m guessing a 50-some year old reliving their glory days, fully ignorant of the irony or just celebrating their lives asleep to the fact they are working for a shitty industry. But, if I’m honest with myself, I’m always thinking of the worst outcome. If it is an actual self-aware joust at the system from the inside, then that is pretty funny.
There are a lot of us here that have been fighting the status quo for decades. Our failure does not seem to merit ridicule and scorn. It’s awful living through this time.
It was a pretty shitty neighborhood in southern California. Police helicopters flew around every night. Still wasn’t cool being lit up when I was just trying to get a little time to myself.
I got into an argument with my girlfriend when I was going to University. I jumped on my bike to blow off some steam / just get some space with quiet. I’m riding down the residential street I lived on in a shitty party of town, and the fucking police helicopter lit me up for a good block and a half. That was about 30 years ago. I can’t imagine things have gotten better.