Friday, July 13, 2012
Some idiots are gluttons for punishment.
For example, last week Tattler readers may recall that I penned a post in which I criticized design flaws at the West Hollywood Public Library and the snotty behavior of the staff on duty.
Today, when I approached the desk at the WeHo library on a different matter that needed to be resolved, a snippy worker interrupted our conversation to ask if I published a post about the West Hollywood Public Library.
Because my posts speak for themselves, I have a policy of not discussing them in public or even during the course of interviews with the media, business associates, friends, etc.
Although, I tried to be polite (the poor little loser obviously didn't have a clue) and move on to the matter at hand, the rude pushy young man continued to badger and annoy me.
I wanted to yell - "Security" - but held myself back
"Did you write a post about this library,” he demanded to know.
Whether I did or not was neither here-nor-there.
After all, in the United States we are entitled to our opinions and the right to free speech.
Notwithstanding, I am an art and film critic, and it is my job to pen reviews (whether he likes it or not) that spin from the creative mind.
The uneducated little cry-baby - with all the intelligence of a worm - had no right confronting me in that public facility in the manner that he did with othe patrons gazing on either.
Once again, a staff member at the West Hollywood Public Library has - not only demonstrated their propensity for inappropriate conduct (and shown a shocking lack of manners and proper etiquette) but underscored just how ignorant and low-life they are. at the WeHo library.
Is he going to tear up my library card and scratch my eyes out, too?
While in the service of the city, the young man should never confront a patron in the manner in which he did, because – in essence – he was violating my right to free speech and trampling on my entitlement (as a tax payer) to access a public facility freely without interference or "cross examination" or a requirement that I explain my artistic sensibilities to satisfy his foggy little brain.
Until the West Hollywood Public Library purges itself of unintelligent, incompetent employees – who engage in inappropriate conduct that smacks of abuse of power and harassment – they will not only remain potentially liable for their damaging actions but remain the ridicule of the neighborhood.
Where do they find these mincing queens, anyway?
And, how was your day, eh?