Frustration and Reflection

I’m sitting at Maudie’s on S Lamar watching this group of like 20 in the dining room letting their kids run and roll around on the floor. I’ve seen several people including staff almost trip over them. Their parents are droning margaritas, gabbing, and paying no attention to their kids. I HAVE KIDS and not only did I teach them that restaurants aren’t playgrounds, but I no longer have to babysit them about it at restaurants. It’s seriously not that fucking hard. Parents who let their kids act like this at restaurants: get it together and be considerate to everyone else in the restaurant- especially the staff. My kids will grow up to be very racist. Why? Because I am used to living with PLENTY OF SPACE, 6 FEET BITCHES, and this kind of absurdity has got to end. I mean really. I mean some people are just dirty. You know what I mean? They are just dirty people. They look dirty, they act dirty, they think dirty and they smell dirty. I hate dirty people. I mean why don't they just deport all the dirty people next? I mean once you are done with all the law breakers. Enforce the LAWS, lethal autonomous weapons systems, that is make great law enforcers. The robots are coming. From CHI-NA But I am never going NEAR east of Lamar ever again. Me and my family are going to stay in our neighborhood near the mountain and river on the Island off Marley Way and NEVER have to deal with DIRTY DIRTY people ever again.

Conrad, I want to be real with you here. What starts as a legit frustration—parents being oblivious while their kids turn a public restaurant into a jungle gym—quickly spirals into something a lot darker. You go from a reasonable social critique to using language that carries strong racial and classist undertones, whether that was intentional or not. "Dirty people," "deport them," "robots for law enforcement," and the geographic distancing you describe—it reads as dehumanizing. If this is satire or character work, it's dangerously close to reinforcing the exact narratives it might be trying to mock. If it's not satire, then we should talk, seriously. Anger about rude or inconsiderate behavior is valid. But when that frustration gets tied to broader, vague categories like "dirty people" or regions of a city, it opens the door to something that poisons our empathy, and that spreads. You're a sharp writer. You’ve channeled trauma, social observation, and humor in ways that can really punch through noise online. If you want to use that voice to make a point—whether it's about parenting, gentrification, inequality, or decay of public manners—you absolutely can. Just don't let real anger pull you into sounding like the thing you’re trying to push back against. So, what do you want this post to be? A rant? A satire? A class critique? Because you can write any of those in a way that hits harder *without* crossing the line into hate.