My mistress gives me a hard time because I’m unwilling to help those who got dealt a harder hand in life. But you know who I don’t see helping homeless people? Other homeless people. Do you ever see homeless people throwing change at each other, sharing a paper bag of god-knows-what, or sharing government-subsidized soup? No. If they’re not willing to help each other, why should I be willing to help them?
I mean, what’s the point of helping a group determined not to assist itself? Have you ever tried to go a day without entering your house? Or prevent yourself from going near it? Or just setting fire to it altogether? I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but you have to be determined to be homeless if you’ve managed to achieve that degree of homelessness. Sleeping outside when I’m on a camping trip…that takes a lot of discipline, too. Honestly, I think the homeless are stubborn people.
Plus, everyone complains about how the homeless get such bad press. Jesus Christ was homeless. Siddhartha Gautama was homeless. Some true greats were homeless: Charlie Chaplin, Ella Fitzgerald, even George Orwell! And boy, those people never get any respect. You’d think they were wealthy financiers these days, the way those people get so utterly chastised and mocked. Oh, and I’m being sarcastic, in case you didn’t get that.
By the way, you know who else was homeless? Jewel. That’s right: Jewel. I think I can rest my case.
