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April 29, 2006
Now I remember why I don't like to answer the door.
I should always know when it's going to be bad when there is a knock and doorbell ring within nano-seconds of one another. Folks nothing is more annoying than getting up to answer the doorbell only to hear someone knocking impatiently on the door. So I open the door and there are three kids there with a March of Dimes bucket, which they promptly hold up and ask me if I would like to give a donation. I politely say no thank you, which jars them into giving their speech about what the March of Dimes is. To which at that point annoyed I tell them I understand what the March of Dimes is. I close the door and one of the girls yells "If you understand what it is you need to be giving some money!"
Now I have a strict policy of never yelling at kids especially when they've been sent on some fools errand by some adult, but that's just plain rude. I personally think the March of Dimes does great work, but I don't give donations at the door to any organization. It's just not the way I work. If I haven't had time to research your organization, go over the budgets for the last 5 to 10 years and decided that you're running a tight ship, then I have to assume that you're some sort of fly by night organization. In an age of utter dishonesty you'd have to be crazy to just hand money over to total strangers because they say they are from a charity. It's frustrating and annoying that someone would send a kid on such an exercise without having a conversation with them about what is appropriate behavior for dealing with rejection. I may be polite about such things, but how long before such a smart mouth ends one of them at the end of gun barrel in this redneck ghetto?
While I'm on the subject, before you give to any charity you should check out their organization on the Better Business Bureau's site. I have to a rule if the CEO of a charity makes more than 250,000 dollars then it's a scam, plain and simple. I also don't like to see administration fees higher than 7 percent. Fundraising spending is another one that bothers me a lot with these charities...most spend way too much on fundraising and not enough on doing their jobs. I'm usually willing to ignore totals less than 20 percent. Anymore than that and it's nothing more than a front as far as I'm concerned, like all those Republican fronts that pay for campaign staff, they are usually majority adminstration and fundraising, almost nothing on charity.
Read more over at Better Business Bureau Charity Site.
Posted by ManDrake at April 29, 2006 6:52 PM
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Speaking of knocks on the door on, a few weeks ago I had a group knock on my door.
It was Friday and I had had a long week and the knocking keep on and on. Then they noticed the
door bell and add its ring to the litany of noise. At the point this started I had just gotten to the second
floor of my Duplex/Townhouse with my Piledriver and a bowl of popcorn. So I sat down my untouched
drink and my bowl of popcorn then picked up my Sword made my way down stairs. I opened my
front door and there stood one very old lady, a older middle age lady and a boy not more than 14. The
Middle aged lady started off with "Welcome to the neighborhood we have come to teach you the word
of Christ according to B####l Baptist Church". At which point I am thinking have the Baptist fragmented
to the point that each congregation has its own doctrine now so I replied "Thank you NO." She went on
to say "We noticed you were new in the neighborhood and we thought to invite you to visit to share service with
selective membership of B####l Baptist Church." In my part of the world Selective = White Only. She hands
me an add card of the church and I say once more "Thank You NO." At this point this woman takes a step forwards
and puts her foot in my door. She then says " Do you have a church to share services with locally?" It is then
that she notices my left hand is resting atop the hilt of my sword which is still sheathed in the darkened room. I then say
"My problems with the Baptist go back a long way and I DO NOT WISH TO BECOME PART OF ANY OF THEIR
CONGREGATIONS. Please leave NOW." She backed up, I closed my door and slammed the Dead Bolt in to
place. I went up stairs and watched this group go from house to house skipping those belonging to Black and Hispanic
Families.
Three things I take from this.
1.) Faith in anything is not skin deep nor should it be.
2.) I used the link to Blogthings that Dianna posts to find the religion test to confirm what religion I am.
3.) Knock on my door after dark and I will answer it armed.
Posted by: Royal at April 29, 2006 9:15 PM