Neighborhood Watch Chronicles 2
I’ve often said that a good citizen will look after his community, but a great citizen will look after every community she possibly can. That's why I took it upon myself to join dozens and dozens and dozens and dozens of Neighborhood Watch Facebook groups from all fifty states, plus Guam, over the course of my career on the ubiquitous social network.
After nearly a trio of presidential terms worth of studying the behaviors and trends of the members and administrators of these groups, I'm finally confident that I have a firmer grasp on them than pretty much everyone in their personal life. I know what makes them angry, mad, frustrated, and even annoyed. I know their motives for joining the group, and I know what makes them tick the hardest. Right now, more than ever, these people are craving an opportunity to feel something — a rush of anything to help them cope with the insurmountable boredom and morbid anguish of being quarantined, for the foreseeable future, with a spouse or significant other that makes them feel nothing anymore. (Most of) these people joined these groups solely to complain and hate. So I took it upon myself to give them exactly what they want and need:
Caring Father Walks Into Unexpected Fury
Fortunately, some of the other neighborhood groups I belonged to consisted of a much friendlier, genuine, and level-headed bunch.
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