The Wife is currently morphing her better plus-size women’s retail and consignment businesses into one store, lessening overhead in an attempt to survive our currently reduced circumstances. She has sought to ameliorate the challenges of competition with specialization and diversification. To these ends I have no doubt of her success.
However, it does give one pause to learn of nonprofit enterprises offering similar products while enjoying tax exempt status and community favor. News of a prospective “fashion boutique” run by the Salvation Army as an adjunct to their “less affluent” location on West Lee Street seems a bit fantastic. While I would in no way seek to deprive the good people of GSO inexpensive solutions to the necessities of clothing, neither am I anxious to see another venue in the neighborhood of Lake Jeanette, as announced in the N&R. While there can be little doubt that the residents would feel more safe and have need of another store, we are trying to operate a for profit business.
Silly us. Maybe we should set up a 501(c)(3) and draw a big honking salary. Of course, if everyone did that, who’d pay the taxes?
All you nice people are asking yourselves:
How can he hate nonprofits?
Allow me to explain. I have a soft spot in my heart if not my head for nonprofits which attempt to convert their patrons to one course of lunacy or another. The deluded are often quite courageous.
Secular nonprofits such as the Salvation Army are base cowards. Sure, they offer the thin veneer of Christian charity, but deep down they are as obedient to the power structure as that other great whore, the American Red Cross.
Never will they know the salty taste of success from pitting their wits and energy against the powers that be.
A pox on nonprofits and the groveling cowards who run them.
In the absence of infections like The United Way our governments would be forced to perform their rightful duties. If our government was brought to heel, it wouldn’t find itself wandering the sands of Arabi or dashing its brains on the rocks of the Afghan.
If our governments were obedient to the poor, they wouldn’t be pouring our future down the gullets of bad banks.
By George, I think he’s got it!
Please don’t feed the monkey. Even I know my ideas are patently ridiculous. I’m angling for selection as Least Promising Leader Over 40.
fec of all poxes: when i pass the bellringers at Xmas time, I pause to thank them for putting up my wife and kids when I get drunk and beat the baby rambo bejezuss out of them.
As if. Secretly, I’m mad at them cause I don’t carry cash anymore. I thought about carrying a PB&J everywhere, but it won’t go in the glory hole.