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Sometimes, they deserve a swift kick in the ass

I witnessed something today that made me feel very sad for Canada. As I was walking home from my bus stop today, I noticed 3 of my neighbours standing by and talking to each other by the road. Nothing special right? Right. They happen to be folks who look like they came from the far east of Asia. Except, if I spoke to them on the phone or looked at their well maintained lawn and garden, I wouldn't know they were Asian. If I were to take a guess, I would say they are people like the average person here; they worked hard, squirrelled away money and bought themselves a place, paid their taxes and went on with life.

A white Pontiac Grand Am was going by. It slowed down next to these people. The person in the front passenger seat threw something at them and then the car bolted out of there, turned right onto my street and disappeared. I wasn't sure what happened. I think those folks who got some kind of iced coffee drink on them were just plain stunned. I walked across my little street and asked them what happened... and they were shocked. 

I suggested that perhaps it was a bunch of dumb kids, but one of the old guys said that they are old enough to drive. And he does have a point there. They're not 6 years old, they're at least 16 or so. I couldn't see the car by the time I got to the corner, it was long gone by then.

Now, maybe I am jumping the gun here, but it clearly looked like some stupid kids who have some less than nice thoughts running through their heads and decided to act on it. I am quite disgusted that it happened and that I saw it and that I could do nothing useful about it. There are only a few times in life when I wish I had some kind of useful superpower thing... I don't want to be batman or superman full time, but if I can catch those idiots and leave them hanging off the top of a building for a couple of hours in the pouring rain here while they figured out why they deserved what they got, I would be okay with that.

Beyond that though, I am saddened to know that this sort of sad behaviour happens in this place. I am sure it looks funny if you're 16 years old and have nothing else to do... but come on, find something else to do. Go for a run or something. Go train to participate in the Olympics. Go climb a mountain. Don't throw your trash on some old people hanging out by the side of their property having a perfectly lovely conversation about something. How about don't throw your trash out at all and recycle it instead?

I guess the only thing I can do is to try and be a better person every day in the hopes that maybe in my own small way, I can make the world a slightly better place. And as for those assholes, I hope they get diarrhoea. Lots and lots of diarrhoea. Nowhere near me, nowhere near anything I care about. And then maybe they can think about what they did. Or, if there is a superhero dude out there, do me a favour and fix these kids somehow. Thanks.

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