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Saturday, January 23, 2010

Text HAITI To 90999 If You're An Ass Fuck

How many times have you had a panhandler or homeless person hit you up for spare change yet ignored them? It's funny because if you are with another individual when a vagrant asks, I have noticed we tend to talk louder and faster until we are a comfortable distance past them. It's as if we do all we can to pretend the dirty, drug addict, waste of life does not exist. The most common excuse I hear from people for not giving street fucks money when approached is they will just buy drugs with it. In reality, does it matter what they do with your spare change? You're just going to put it in a jar or drawer at home only to forget about it. How do you really know they are buying drugs verses a 40 ouncer of Colt 45 with a pack of Kool Milds? Shit, maybe they are even saving up for a cheap whore who will then buy drugs with the money they got from the panhandler. What does it fucking matter? It's only change.

Easy way to call a vagrant out is to offer buying them a meal verses actually giving them the coin. I have found most times they will decline the food. If they take you up on the meal I suggest you do it. Years ago in DC some bum hit me up for money. Instead, I offered to buy him lunch - he took me up on it. His stories were classic and after lunch he took my lost tourist ass on a tour. He was honestly refreshing to spend a day with.

What's fucked up is we harshly judge American homeless vagrants. People deem them lazy and believe they could get a job if they wanted. Of course they do drugs, all panhandlers do drugs! The only reason they are like they are is because they choose to be. Maybe this is true or not. It does not justify begrudging them a bed and meal if we can afford it.

This whole earthquake in Haiti has really pissed me off. All these stars, and people I know, throwing donations at Haiti relieve. Most are the same assholes who would rather 75 cents get lost in the washing machine verses giving it to an American vagrant. I say fuck that shit. You're also on my major douche fuck list if you did donate to Haiti relief yet have ever snubbed a panhandler here in our own backyard. If you want to get on your milk crate and pontificate about how the Haitians are victims of poverty and years of corrupt governments, go tell it to someone who fucking cares – I don't.

The whole reason for giving to Haiti while passing judgment and begrudging our homeless is because you are a self righteous piece of shit a with major guilt complex. You feel safe throwing money at a bunch of lazy fucks who are divided safely, out of physical sight, by an ocean. Our government plans to bring a bunch of Haitian refugees to Florida while we rebuild new cement building to fall on them again back home. Why not take the burden off our tax dole and citizens of Florida and open your home to a Haitian family? If you cared as much as you claim, this should be of no issue. Granted you could care if the homeless American you wouldn't give 75 cents lives or dies, however saving some third world person has a mystique of nobleness to it. I'm sure you could score a shit load of feel good humanitarian points at your next social function flaunting your new Haitian family.

Before tossing money to a group of people who have wasted billions in aid for the past 25 years, maybe look on your own turf. If you can justify our tax dollars bringing people like this to our country, providing them shelter and food, while we don't do it for current Americans, you're fucked. Gasp! If we do it for our drug addicts on the streets, they will only ask for more. Lord knows I am not going to support their drug habit. The money we are giving to Haiti, well, who the hell knows what they will use it for. I'm certain it won't be drugs.

Just something to think about as you put the kids in the minivan today. Care to ask me how I really feel?

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