I hate to admit it, but the functionality and the effectiveness of the Public Library checkout system supports a wavering hypothesis and an equation of plausible success in aspects of government.
The following formula puts this thought into numbers-Efficiency in government multiplied by amount of public funding and divided level of competency equals capital effectiveness.
Will this hold true with the Obamamation of the economy, coerced by a liberal policy makers?
Lost in translation is the actual definition of La Bibliotheque within the confines of King County. Library users can expect an efficient electronic check-out system complete with a book delivery infrastructure routed through the postal service. From the point of view of the home user, simply visiting a library bookshelf and selecting a text involves no more than possessing a reliable internet service on a home PC and having the basics of mobility to reach a mailbox. La Bibliotheque applied to an actual location of a King County library branch, breaches the very fabric of the third and fourth dimensions and creates an infuriating desolate tundra, void of logic or direction.
Along with the multitudinous casualties of the intellectual minefield which is the politically correct movement, is a simple utterance propagated by clenching the of the lips and letting fly a rush of air.
In the nuclear war zone, punk rock homeless haven of the melting pot of unbridled immigration that is the vortex of the meeting rooms, shanty corners, free video rentals and echoes of English as a second language that fills the space between the shelves of untouched volumes of beautiful literature and information, the library still stands as a destination for involved scholarship and learning. However, absent are the graying centaurs of the bounded works, their eyeglasses precariously perched upon noses and the constant threat of a furtive glance combined with wariness should any teenager be involved in a search for the true recipe of holy water a reality. Within the conservative approach to appearance, her hair in a bun and the snug lines reflected from the earth tone business attire constraining a wild animal threatening to escape to the nearest route of carnal bliss, the arsenal was full.
The man with the pink and blue mottled hair at the information desk is oblivious to the street bum stinking and exiting the restroom on the second floor who haphazardly dropped a used rubber heroin tie in the daily game of finding a vein. The yellow waste remains on the tiled floor next to a toilet, like discarded snake skin, with or without a probing shard ready to pierce the sole of a child’s foot. However, the technicolor(ed) Information Expert of the MTV generation as he is known to friends and partners, proclaims loudly in a New York subway intercom voice complete with a cute lisp to a waiting customer, that the astronomy section can be found on the third floor. The bum strays towards an obscure corner of the building to relish in the works of Keats and Homer.
Recently, an unnamed person sneaked a decibel meter into the branch of their local library. The background noise in the “Quiet Zone” alone measured the equivalent to a moderately busy street, complete with the occasional bus, angry biker and the eight dogs walking a woman.
As a result of cultural differences and the gentle evolution of modern society, the librarian has dissolved into oblivion. (It should be noted that in Washington state, the term “extinction” should only be applied when referring to the legions of wildlife and bacteria yielding to the cruelties of humanity.) She is imply gone and with her the last bastion of sanity left in publicus. Her forceful use of the cruel wind to silence offenders, yet calculated efficiency in the field of the Dewey Decimal system and plethora of knowledge, were deemed insensitive to some, empowering to others and culturally irrelevant to the sowing of diversity.
The festive like atmosphere of the main lobby and second floor of the building are a testament to the culture that has been forced into the subconscious. Cellphones ring incessantly as non-english speakers and teenagers combine to thwart the ideals of free will. Babies scream, slackers take advantage of the shelter for a day, while perverts inoculated by pharmaceuticals enhancing the nuances of mating quench their thirst for instant gratification utilizing the free 1 hour of internet use- a complete representation of Anarchy which could only be resolved by the reinstatement of the enforcer. During Superbowl Sunday of ’13, a gentleman was allowed to watch the game on his portable television on one of the many downstairs couches. Of course, he employed headphones, but a crooked precedent was set. While the librarian of the ages employed an air of discipline, the presence of authority today has been removed from the staff and placed on the head of a lone security guard, who takes gradual laps through the three floors and ensures that the homeless, the college student and the elderly are awake. This scenario frees the Information Experts to direct patrons and answer questions in a volume and boldness which rivals a performance at Poet’s Corner.
There is simply no escape from the petty distractions and infuriating exploits; no alternative to losing oneself within a novel or text. The further the journey into the causeways, walls and corners of the building and the threat of losing a limb becomes substantial. While intermixing with the main crowd proves only a tonic for learning a new dialect of Slavic, and witnessing a crazy rant about the clouds to any staff member who will listen. But, a sense of entitlement pervades thanks to a heightened sensitivity and inability to properly implement discipline within the family unit. The glass front automatic door creaks with the ironic laughter of an anachronism, an authority who was cast into the void of society by a generation unable to comprehend the basis of freedom and liberty. As the door closes, the wind hisses a brief, “Shush!” To which no one listens.
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