I give every place two chances. Anyone can have a bad day. But won't be back to WOB. One beer I tried was flat. The food I tried was overpriced for what it was and the staff was not attentive at all. Which is odd for a place that needs people to try new stuff. The staff should be talking to the customers. And I sold better pretzels from a cart at Toros games long ago. They were $1.50, German style, with a swatch of mustard.
Why anyone would advertise their opinions and beliefs on their car in such a polarized country is beyond me. I don't have the desire to read these things in the least. I avoid eye contact and slow down, letting them get way ahead of me. Because they obviously have meaningful opinions and places to go.
Judge Christians the same way all of us judge everything, by their actions. It is obvious the Westboro bunch and duck boy have nothing whatever to do with Jesus Christ. And for the record, everyone lives by faith one way or another.
Isn't it ironic that some of the very same entities that brought us urban sprawl, gutting downtown like a fish, are now being called upon to redevelop it?
Isn't it ironic that we are now marketing our 'heritage', our 'cultural diversity', our 'history' while that very heritage, those very people, are mired in poverty and are being left out of the downtown equation?
Isn't it ironic that we finally realize the indigenous people, the people that were enslaved, prohibited from speaking their own language, marginalized, actually had the wisdom and knowledge to survive here and are being called on to teach the remnants of the invaders their techniques?