My sister is homeless. By choice and
because of a mental disorder. This doesn’t shock me, though. I’ve known plenty
of homeless people, and I like them. Been homeless myself, in fact. But she’s
taking it to an extreme. Defending people who either don’t want or don’t
deserve to be defended.
I one hundred percent agree that people
have the right to live where they want. But when that right infringes on the
rights of others, be it their Constitutional right to liberty or the pursuit of
happiness, there’s a problem.
I can’t support the homeless who disrespect
local business owners. I can’t support the homeless who prey on those who work
minimum wage jobs, disrespecting them by begging non-stop and feeling as though
they’re owed something. I can’t support the homeless who blatantly do drugs in
public, discard their trash wherever they want because they see it as their
right. It’s not their right. It’s just disrespectful bullshit, and I’ve lived
with the Rainbow Family, so I’ve seen enough of those delusions of grandeur to
last a lifetime.
Why can’t y’all go live in the forest?
Hitchhike into town when you need supplies?
That’s the end of my tirade today. I’m well-educated, but I’ve also lived on the streets, so I’m no match for dogmatic crap. Tomorrow, I’ll share the story of my biggest regret, which includes falling in love with a homeless drunk. “Ring of Fire” is our song.
