Pt. 1 Dire POOR Problem And Domestic Violence, Third Party.

by Joe B.

There have been ups and downs for a few weeks and days.

Besides personal and domestic problems with a co working contributor of POOR Magazine, the start of Resistance Awards Dinner for Individual living and deceased, a refunding hold has placed POOR Magazine’s Jobs In The Media Program/Adults and Youths at risk threatening Dee and Lisa Gray-Garcia again to being homeless.

Me, I’m Joe-of ASK JOE, HE DON’T KNOW.

Yeah, I might be on my can, out of the S.R.O. [Single Room Only/Occupantcy] playing shelter lotto (that’s winning a bed with or without dinner for the night.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t affect me, but Joseph Bolden is replaceable/expendable by others doing a better job as office manager rather than O-Mangler that I sometimes am.

POOR MAGAZINE, ‘PO POET’S, PNN [POOR NEWS NETWORK, Computer Literacy or Digital Resistance, On-Line News, Graphics Arts, Photography, Books, tape, CD’s (Compact Disks, Young Folks and Prison On-Web Arts, Visual/Audio (Spoken Work) Protest Art.

It’s World Wide What The FUCK IS HAPPENING from poor voices globally should not be yanked arbitrary after a 4-5 hour fishing expedition looking an error and reason not to release funding to the Jobs In The Media Program.

I always thought D.H.S/P.I.C. (Department of Human Services) was to improve people’s and families lives - note the last words HUMAN SERVICES.

While the Private Industry Council [some of you readers come up with what works for you].

Or is it Dept. Of Hassle or Hustle to the any minium to sub wage job.

Is higher education, training/skills/vocations forever off their radar.

"Joe, WAKE UP!, drink some Silk Milk, less fat in your sluggish neurons."

I finally get 1,000 business cards, prices, POOR’s email, and what happens POOR Magazine’s about vanish from view.

Sorry folks, went off on a tagent, I tend to do that when feeling attacked or wronged.

Domestic Violence is what its like being a 3rd wheel was the subject last time if you read my non-column blip.

Oops, as soon as I find what was written I’ll begin.

I began with a slight rant on the concept of having a day off work and how infuriating and frustrating it can be when its constantly interupted.

Its 8:30 pm. Wednesday, April, 10, 2002 and the third Wednesday in a row I didn’t contact someone at Media Alliance.

Domestic Violence be it Men on Women, Women on men, Lesbian, Gay guys, or Bisexed couples though overwelmingly Men beating Women is cyclic spiral that if not stopped at its start steadily gets worse until either victim or aggressor is dead.

Although husband, boyfriend abuse by women is slowly increasing it is still a battered, beaten women, girl, sister's, friends that die in homes, cars, and on the streets of America.

I may be a bit slow mentally but 'um if a young woman dies, young man dies, mother, grandmother,; isn't that zero generations born, and aged common sense wisdom lost?

In this case equal parity is a lethal must be stopped altogether.

One of these victims is a young woman, a coworker where I work and for a while I am blissfully unaware of what been happening to her.

In Estrogen Center 1, there are other guys but the three ladies used their feminine wiles targeting me.

I’m defenseless against three warp-sped-brainy-emotive fem speake.

It all tumbles out one night at the end of the day as mostly women are in my office talking in their coded messages.
[If they want you in or out of their circle, they have ways of doing so].

This time I am included between three women, between their persuasive demeanor, this guy (me) didn’t have a chance to refuse a woman emoting raw pain.

A volunteer is needed, to serve legal documents to an soon to be ex-boyfriend.

After some badgering either misplaced macho or temporary oxygen deprivation, (the latter is not out of the question) had me agreeing to help a distressed lady, which I haven’t been able to do because most women as the saying goes [pump their own gas, make their own money, and buy their own homes, and here in lovely

San Francisco may prefer the company of women over men].

OK, not all; apologies to all male liking women.

To me the "Guys, who needs ‘em gets old fast.

I had no inkling of what I’ve gotten into. I’m such a boob, but everybody plays the boob sometimes, no exception to the rule; that’s from a song but I think those words don’t quite fit.

I stop here, for whatever emotional swings this young woman is going, through is contagious.

Its worse than any flu virus because I am not sick but hot-cold-damp-numbing emotive waves keep washing over me. (I’ll continue this later)