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To The Haters of Pokemon Go

One of the worst things you can do to someone is ridicule them for doing something they love.


Wrong. Bad Meme. To Whoever Did This.


I was invited to go Pokémon hunting with a group of friends after work last night. I was expecting, at the most, ten of us.

Yeah, I was wrong.

Downtown looked like a block party. I counted a minimum of seventy-five people scattered about the road. A few cars had been left running, they were actually blaring hip-hop. I thought I'd arrived in the wrong place.

No. Literally every single person there was buried in their phones, either hunting Pokémon or sharing hints about hunting and evolving Pokémon. A few people were actually running down the street in what I presume was an attempt to hatch an egg (note; it doesn't make a difference, whether you walk or run).

A lot of these guys could've been taken for hustlers. No one looked like your stereotypical nerd. I wound up in conversation with a guy who spends a lot of time in the gym.

The police were out there. They bothered no one. They waved to us. They knew what we were out there doing and they let us go about it in peace.

No animosity between anyone. No sniping at each other about color, skin or otherwise. For a brief moment last night, I actually watched a small part of the world defy the odds and come together to have fun.

There's a lot of hate going around directed at people who're into this sort of thing. This blog post is for the ones spreading it.

Yeah, our country may be in trouble. Depending on your point of view, the country is always in trouble.

But if you're one of the people openly condemning us for Pokémon Go, congratulations. You're officially part of the problem.

Pokémon Go is far more than a game; it's an opportunity. With all the issues concerning race in this country, millions of players have thrown racial tensions to the wind and come together simply to play. Beyond that, many are performing voluntary community service, like setting lures at children's hospitals or donating walked miles to shelters.

And that is how we put the country back together.


Good Meme!


So no one's saying you have to like Pokémon Go. You can think whatever you like about it. That's you're right. But from where I sit, if you think the country is in trouble, you can either bitch about it or do something about it.

And if you simply have to complain about something you have no control over, well, please know we were never interested in your approval.

I need to go hunting before hitting the gym and work.

Thanks for reading.

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