One of the recurring themes for the homeless is there trust issues. For the same people or occupations that hold out their hands to help are the same people who most likely put them there. The lawyers, the doctors, the judges, the social workers. It is not uncommon that out of desperate times the people go to a payday loan organization or a title loan company. Most individuals need a micro loan to fix their cars or get the medications they need to live. They find themselves in an impossible situation then. Paying upwards of 256% per year just to live. Some manage to pay it off most don’t. Their vehicles are repossessed or they are evicted from the roof over their heads. Naturally,  those one see’s on the street’s are the addicts or drunks who have submitted or given up. One has essentially established that those in need are cycled through over and over again by a system that rewards people not to find solutions for the homeless. True,  we learn about people’s failures, we experience them standing in the middle of the road begging for money. They cost us money by using the healthcare system. That system only dose what is standard and necessary to get them out the doors of the hospital. They are sent “home”, to the streets no matter what the weather or condition they are in.  Ronnie from Charles city county is one of those lost people. His addiction is so severe that he no longer cares about where he lays his head down to sleep because, off his voracious appetite for drinking and drug’s. It is a matter of routine for the police, fire department and ambulance services to be called every day. The next day he’s out there panhandling drinking just to satisfy the monkeys on his back.
Come the first and the middle of each month these people get their food stamp payment. They then go to different merchants and for 50 cents on the dollar get cash to spend on the drug’s they need or the alcohol that has become a replacement for the blood running through each and everyone of their veins.
Is the argument being made that something is better than nothing. Who knows. The silent majorty is to self involved with their own delusional dreams. Having a mortgage,  two cars , and some cash in investments or the bank they think they are wealthy. It doesn’t take much to wipe our that dream.

For the homeless it  is a Pandora’s box. I went to the internet so that you may know the history behind the box copied and pasted below.

Pandora’s box is an artifact in Greek mythology connected with the myth of Pandora in Hesiod’s Works and Days.He reported that curiosity led her to open a container left in the care of her husband, thus releasing physical and emotional curses upon mankind. According to Hesiod, when Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus, the king of the gods, took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus’ brother Epimetheus. Pandora opened a jar left in her care containing sickness, death and many other unspecified evils which were then released into the world.Though she hastened to close the container, only one thing was left behind – usually translated as Hope, though it could also have the pessimistic meaning of “deceptive expectation”.

It’s a intresteing mindset that or has been instilled onto the homeless, and the working poor.  The belief that “it never can be me”. They view any opportunities as deceptive and not be trusted. The system has conditioned them this way.  At times with all the frustrating day in and day out drone to stay alive. It is understandable why I myself lose sight and hope also. I have had those opportunities myself, I understand the heavy hand that both internally and externally keeps one hart heavy with anger,  rage, mistrust pessimistic meaning of “deceptive expectation” and dispare that the homeless feel.

A message in a bottle came for my long time friend in Ohio. She is also responsible for mentioning to me that that in her opinion I need counciloring and should seek out therapy.  Welp,  serendipity occurred and I wish to welcome PPC Private Psychotherapy and Homecare services in London England. An ironic twist of fate one has to admit.

As you see it was an article on how homeless shelters are as dangerous as living on the street’s. I can not attest to that but, then again I have been lucky so far. Apparently,  men are being raped in showers and assaulted. Naturally,  these shelters are located in larger cities where the homeless issues are more acute than Richmond. We have been lucky so far. Hopefully,  one can be proactive learn the lessons the other cities have learnt, figure out a pathway to prevent the same.
There is an antidotall story from the world War two area that applies to the homeless community it reads somewhat like this….” They came for my neighbor to my left, I heard their crys for help. I did nothing. They came for my neighbor to my right, they banged on the walls pleading for help. Again,  I did nothing. One day feeling safe at home they came for me. I cried out, but nobody heard me. That’s how homelessness starts out. The second point in that article is that 50,000 people a day are released back into “society ” from jail. I know some of those persons, I find it incredible that with pressures stacked against them they trug on with life. It dose not take rocket scientists to figure out that the prison industrial complex and homeless charity industry work as one well oiled machine. They need each other, we give them jobs.

Quite often the number of pi argument comes up with these people. You know that number yourselves it’s that repeating 3.141592653589793238 that one learns in middle school math or science. Afew weeks ago daily planet came to check up on us. Somehow, I got into a conversation with one them. She invoked a version of the number pie in my head by saying “all charity’s that are serving the homeless are working for day that there will be no homeless”. Yeah, I call BS, for if there no more homeless people them you will be redundant and I will have to save and support you because your now out of a job. The dog will sadly chase its own tale all the way to gates of hell.

A suggestion was made that I should send these people a petition of some sort. Knowing me, I would send them a petition for the mayor for example to have a lobotomy. Then send said petition to the mayor himself to sign.

By proclamation and acclimation by a vote of 1 to 0 , I decided to declare Sunday March 20th as a fun day. Therefore, I kept my bear poking to a minimum. Letting, little napoleon, cool off & the homeless persons alone just a little. It started out at 6 am. At which time a young lady driving a Kia box, drove past me and got stuck at the light. She was playing a song on the radio or xm, whatever. That song was how that proclamation came about. It’s below, I figured that now that I have had some 2269 people stop by and read this blog I would try an experiment. Yes, yes I am also including my detractors who read this blog also. For,  nothing seemed more mischievous to me to wonder if even they recognize it and start singing or dancing to it all at the same time.

We are ladies and gentlemen in the service of ladies and gentlemen who happen to be homeless and we are “staying alive”.

Thank you for your time.