23 April 2011

I'll Show You Mine, If You Show Me Yours

Sometimes, a simple trip to the bathroom, turns out not quite so simple.  Originally published in 2007 -- A.F. James MacArthur

At one time in my youth, I worked briefly at an organic market in Southern California.  After I left the place I remained on pretty good terms with the staff and owners.  I still shopped there on a regular basis despite my unceremonius departure.  As an athlete, I am constantly pushing fluids, usually water.   Everywhere you see me, there'll be a water bottle nearby.  The new airport restrictions on fluids really suck by the way (no pun intended, but I love sucking water)  It's a conspiracy I tell you.  I am now forced to abandon my water bottle, and purchase the overpriced stuff from the airport vendor once I'm past security.  But I digress.

While in the store, I had a sudden urge.  I mean, I had to go like a race horse.  I ran to the restroom, reached up for the handle of the single occupant mens room, and as I turned the knob, that sinking feeling hit.  OCCUPIED!  The door was locked.  My spirit was crushed and my bladder about to explode.  After waiting around doing some kind of funky squirm dance, I saw a woman come out of the single occupant ladies room.   Hmmmmmmmmm.....


Look left, look right, coast clear.  When I locked the door behind me a strange feeling hit me.  First off, I truly felt like I was somewhere I didn't belong.  It didn't look much different than the mens room, but there was just a hallowed ground kinda aura to the whole thing.  Somehow it seemed cleaner, somehow it smelled better.  Even looked better with the tasteful art and the bouquet of flowers.  How come they don't put this crap in the mens room anyhow?

As I relieved my self I thought of how as a man, out in the wilds, this process was so instinctively simple to accomplish.  No need to pull down my pants, no need to squat no big deal.  Just turn my back toward where people are, unzip, and discreetely do what I gotta do.  With women it is so much more of a production.  Is that why you guys tend to do it in groups?  You need a look out and a cover person.  But seriously, after my time in the Marine Corps, I got to the point where I could go pee most anywhere, anytime.  There was really no shame.  Hey, it's a natural process, we all gotta do it.

So after several minutes, I was done.  After washing up I was ready to exit.  I stepped out and there was a woman waiting.  The look of shock and horror on her face was unreal.  You would have thought I was OJ and she just witnessed me killing Nicole Brown Simpson.  Sensing that this lady was going to start trouble I quickly utilized my military escape and evasion training and attempted to vacate the scene.  Oh no, not good enough for this lady.  She was locked on target.

Now mind you, the bathroom was a single occupant type, and I locked the door.  Should this really have been a big deal?  Well I guess she must have thought so.  Before I knew it, I heard from behind, "THERE HE IS!"  She was pointing me out to the store manager.  Now, the simple act of heeding a nature call had turned into  a strange man hanging around, going in and out of the ladies room.  I swear, some people.  After much explaining, I was let off the hook but with a stern warning.  The guy was serious too.  He did not buy my story.


So a couple weeks ago I'm in the Boston Market restaurant in Greenbelt Maryland.  I gotta go again.  After ordering my food, I make my way to the mens room.  I reach up, open the door and step in.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"  The shrill ear piercing shriek nearly caused my heart to stop beating.  I look over and a handsome young lady with her pants around her ankles shot to her feet and quickly pulled up her panties.  As I immediately recoiled like a viper having just struck some helpless prey I was puzzled.  What the?  Had I entered the wrong door.  A quick look at the universal symbol on the door reassured me that I was not out of line.

Now in complete shock, yet slighlty amused, I waited in the lobby area.  An older woman, who it turns out was accompaning her said to me, "she didn't have it locked?"  Within a few minutes, a complete red faced girl walked out of the mens room and profusely and embarrasingly apologized to me.

I turned to her and simply said, "it's ok, I'm a doctor."  No complaining to management, no accusations, no desire to cause further embarrassment.  Wish that had been my fate when it was me years earlier.  Some people are just so sensitive.

The Battle Of Baltimore - How To Win It! (originally published 2007)

Summer's here and another election grows near.  
While politicians talk, criminals continue to walk.  

The streets of Baltimore are dangerous and deadly
 as the battle wages on.  
Gone is the hope of growth and mobility.  
Gone is the the hope of peace and prosperity.  

Mamma's crying and she just won't stop.  
She looks around and it's only getting worse.  
She pleads with heaven as baby boy lies in a hearse.  

Another one bites the dust.  
In the police there is no trust.  
Leadership is corrupt and the system is broken.  
On the news lies continue to be spoken,
 but on the street it's reality we meet. 

Thousands have died, many more will follow.  
The empty promises ring hollow as I watch another young man who tried and tried to flee the hood, get taken down buy the gunman's bullet.  

The system in place, it ain't no good.  
It continues to fail the neighborhood.  
Keifer will you crack down on the reefer man bringing down my block?
Ms. Dixon you've gotten your licks in, 
you were temporary, but were you exemplary?
Will you make a difference?  
To me it makes no sense how the bloodshed continues.

In this city there's an all out emergency,
but a sense of urgency I do not see.  
The powers that be, continue to fail you and me.  
Our pleas they ignore as they show us the door.  

Do they really care?  If so, where does it show?  
Not in my neighborhood, not on my street. 
Stand up people, now move your feet!  

Take action, only we can save ourselves.  
Cuz truly it shows, they don't really care about us.  
Fuss if you must, but take action! 
Stand up and fight, rise up with all your might.  

Our community can no longer be a haven for the criminal mavens.  
Without fail they should be in jail, but really it starts with you.  
What you do is make the call.  
Be relentless and report them all.  
If you don't who will?
Do you want to see them continue to kill, kill, kill?

The time for us to work together has begun, 
one by one we can reclaim these streets. 
Block by block, we need to take stock.  
Be proud of your place, stand up to the criminal disgrace.  
For only we can save us.
There ain't no harm in trying to reclaim the charm.



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To all those who willfully, deliberately and routinely violate the civil rights of law abiding American Citizens; Yes, you're powerful. Sure, you're everywhere. But this is still America, and the Constitution of the United States Of America still reigns supreme as the law of the land. The Baltimore Spectator will vigorously and aggressively defend against any and all attempts at spying and suppression. Let it be known to all that we are already aware of the regular monitoring and shadowing attempts. There is nothing to hide, but cross the line and there will be hell to pay.

In the end, efforts to impinge upon the freedoms of the people will ultimately fail. Some of us may get taken out in the ongoing battle for true and lasting freedom, but as I've said many times before, and will say till the day I die or get taken out by you goons, THERE ARE MORE OF US, THAN THERE ARE OF YOU.

A.F. James MacArthur -- American patriot & lover of liberty.

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