Welcome Wagon Walking Tour of Weirdos and Wackos in Aspen Hill?

How odd.

I often post here -- and elsewhere, of course -- and it seems that just about as soon as I go out of the house, whatever content I generated appears on people's cellphones as Twitter or something. Or maybe some AM-radio "shock jock" recirculates my online ruminations into Christian EvangeRadio News or whatever. At any rate, I go through my daily routine and on some days nobody much seems to notice me, and on other days, this or that crew is out on the warpath having conniptions and shit-fits. The only difference, as I might hypothesize, is the content I posted.

But how to test such an hypothesis?

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I got a lot of reaction from when I posted about the apparently self-appointed "welcome wagon" walking tour of weirdos and wackos in Aspen Hill, where newcomers to the neighborhood are evidently sought out by people -- nobody seems to know quite who they are -- who pop in out of nowhere, tell them where to shop, and then walk them around a few blocks, pointing out group homes for people with psychiatric disabilities, people who they think act funny, to whom they are politically or morally opposed, perhaps. Newcomers being newcomers, they evidently think that this is actually Official and don't check credentials, and either the local government is unaware of this, or tacitly approves as it may (perhaps inadvertently) further activities of goals of this-or-that element of County government.

Well, the reaction that I got from posting the "weirdos and wackos walking tour" doesn't begin to compare to the reaction where I mentioned that comparable (maybe part of the same crew?) people are pointing out to newcomers where Lesbian Policewomen live. I mentioned that yesterday afternoon and instead of the usual handful of low-rent "spanish" idiots in old crappy nissans throwing crap out of their windows at me, about every other female county-worker type that passed me as they headed into the neighborhoods of Aspen Hill gave the rather heinous looks of moderately raw venom.

Have I accidentally and with all innocence opened up a huge can of the worms that dare not speak the name of their love, to mangle a metaphor or two? Or is it simply a case that some Lesbian Policewomen in the neighborhood decided that it's just fine with them if people are driving newcomers around pointing out helpless mentally-disabled people's group homes so they can be targeted for harassment, but it's somehow just wrong that there are driving around pointing out the houses that are home to certified-competent and well-trained armed women?

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Well, that ought to test the hypothesis...