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| I'll be the first to admit, I'm one silly mofo. Especially when my granddaughter asks me to wear this hat. |
I have written this blog 12+ years. I did not begin with any dreams other than connecting with other transit operators. My posts are mostly written after a long shift behind the wheel of a 40' bus, dealing with every social strata.
My words do not resonate with everyone who reads. That's understandable. But I never promised to be 100 percent agreeable to you all. Nobody has that ability. Writing here has always been my self therapy. I've been doing this, in whatever form, since I was eight-years-old. I don't make any money writing here. If you believe it selfish to document how I feel, there's no merit to your argument. By reading my words you are automatically a critic. You either appreciate these posts or disagree. It's a natural and acceptable relationship between writer and reader.
However, when you attack me personally on social media, it's not me with whom the fault lies. Whatever beef you have is self imposed. Maybe your disdain for yourself is so heavy it only helps you to heap hate upon someone else. Sorry dude, but I've never been one to give hatred a place in my life. Especially not in my art.
If you disagree with what I write, that's life. I'm almost 65 now, a bus operator for a pubic hair less than 13 years. Just another of several careers. I have absorbed so much bile from the public, it is more painful to receive it from a fellow operator who has nothing positive to add to his criticism. When your only goal is to insult and tear down another, you are the problem, not me. So you can piss right the fuck off, kid.
What I do to support my fellow transit workers may seem miniscule on the surface. Yeah, I share the hell outta my blog posts. Why? Because for over a decade these posts have been read all over the world. Sometimes, they resonate with other operators in locales other than Portland. I have made many friends via this blog with people who feel what we all experience. Seattle. Halifax. Denver. Atlanta Austin. Tampa. Tucson. Inverness. Providence. Dublin. Melbourne. Vancouver, BC. Chicago. NYC. Their support keeps me writing what it's like for this operator out there. It does not make me egotistical. It just keeps my wheels straight on the road of support for those with whom we roll.
When I criticize our management, even it realizes my words are the opinion of ONE bus operator. I have never claimed to be the voice of anyone but this one. I don't write with any expectation of praise or acknowledgement. This blog does not earn me any money. Whenever I write in attack mode, it's merely an exercise of free speech, which our already-great country promises each of us. Lately, it seems "free speech" is only guaranteed to those who support either side of the aisle. I claim my right regardless if you agree with my words here.
Hey, I'm simply a city bus operator, trying to make a living while describing the obstacles confronting my bus. This blog, like any artist's outlet, describes my experience "out there". Each operator has their own story to tell. This is mine. If you dislike my writing or how I describe it, oh well. Thanks for visiting and I wish you well. If you spew useless and vile bile, I invite you to piss right the fuck off and slither elsewhere.
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If you can't already tell by now, I was attacked by someone simply for what I write. Even though my words are meant to support him as well, he wrote that I "never have". His attack was totally without merit or intelligent rationale. It sounded like a mentally-ill dipshit hoping to garner attention with his disgusting comments and self-serving bullshit. I could have easily reported his social media attack to management, but I have always been "blue-on-blue" whenever conflicts with other operators happen. I reported his hateful bullshit to my union officer, then blocked him. Period. Dunn wi'dat.
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I will continue to write here. Your childish attack is but a lame footnote soon forgotten. Closing in on a million hits here after nearly 600 posts, these words will resonate with our fellow operators much longer than your ridiculous attacks upon my character. And no, that's not "arrogance". It's simply fact.
I will wear a bandage this week on my doorside cheek in honor of those of us who have been attacked or killed while in service to our community. As I have for the past eight years. I hope you do the same. No receipt necessary, brother.
#BANDTOGETHER2025 #NOMORE
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