Originally Posted by
MisterV
Let's quit pussy footing around here about the homeless, and call a spade a spade.
The homeless are failures; they've failed at life, thus they are homeless.
Natural selection favors the strong over the weak.
We really need to cull the herd.
Maybe we need to criminalize vagrancy, and send those convicted to work camps to repair the nation's infrastructure.
Another option: hello, Soylent Green (while I'd turn my nose up at eating it, I suspect the residents of shithole countries wouldn't be as picky).
*Good Trump-keeping seal of approval given*
I became homeless on my 18th birthday when my stepfather woke me up and gave me an hour to get out. It was March of my senior year in high school. I spent a couple nights at the home of a friend and classmate, but decided I didn't want to be a burden to their family, so I spent the next 3 months at the men's homeless shelter, on a cot in a room with 2 dozen men, most old enough to be my father, a few my grandfather.
For 3 month from March til early June, I rose before dawn, to take a public transportation bus to high school. I also worked a part time job 2 evenings and weekends at an ice cream store. I also was the starting short shop on my high school baseball team, that went to but lost the state championship that spring. In June I graduated.
At no time did I feel like a failure or consider that I had failed at anything. As a matter of fact, when my name was called and I walked across the stage to receive my diploma and my classmates rose and applaud, it was without doubt the proudest moment of my life.
Shame on you MrV. I am sure it is easy for you to look down your nose and judge everyone. You don't know everyone's story and circumstances though do you.