If all my possession could fit in a handkerchief tied to the end of a stick, I could be happy as a hobo.
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I sold all my possessions to give to the poor. But it turned out that was me, so I kept the money and voted Obama, instead. Now I know I’m going to heaven.
Not to inject honesty into the debate ( such as it is) but the more garbage you have to tote around the more tired, more irritated, more unhappy you are.
I say this from personal knowledge. With 6 kids we’re swimming in flotsum and jetsum. I’m all for the hobo style without the smelly unwashed part.
I’m not sure in today’s Amerika you’re allowed to use the term “hobo.” The “homeless” most likely have advocacy groups that secure lawyers pro-bono to fight those that might refer to them in a derogatory manner, which would cast them in a demeaning light. Said group would most likely take on your comments in a legal filing, forcing you to retract your slanderous/libelous statements and possibly pay reparations to said clients for the irreparable damage done to the image of the “homeless community.”
And, this would of course be done free of charge to the group in question, and without the duress of trial appearances, etc. which might cause further pain and suffering to the clients…thus leaving them free to continue defacating in public, harrassing working people, and sleeping in their own vomit.
If all my possessions consisted of a dozen platinum Visa cards, my drivers license and the keys to a Harley Electra Glide I could be pretty happy. You didn’t specify what would be in the handkerchief; an important variable for this discussion.
This post approaches a great truth known best to us older folks: after moving from home to college, college to a first apartment, apartment to a house, and maybe one or two more house to house moves, the use of arson to assist in the next move becomes increasingly reasonable.
I sold all my possessions to give to the poor. But it turned out that was me, so I kept the money and voted Obama, instead. Now I know I’m going to heaven.
Hobos aren’t very happy.
So why do you want a Homo tied to the end of your stick?
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Not to inject honesty into the debate ( such as it is) but the more garbage you have to tote around the more tired, more irritated, more unhappy you are.
I say this from personal knowledge. With 6 kids we’re swimming in flotsum and jetsum. I’m all for the hobo style without the smelly unwashed part.
I’m not sure in today’s Amerika you’re allowed to use the term “hobo.” The “homeless” most likely have advocacy groups that secure lawyers pro-bono to fight those that might refer to them in a derogatory manner, which would cast them in a demeaning light. Said group would most likely take on your comments in a legal filing, forcing you to retract your slanderous/libelous statements and possibly pay reparations to said clients for the irreparable damage done to the image of the “homeless community.”
And, this would of course be done free of charge to the group in question, and without the duress of trial appearances, etc. which might cause further pain and suffering to the clients…thus leaving them free to continue defacating in public, harrassing working people, and sleeping in their own vomit.
Better not let Ace (http://ace.mu.nu/) hear that. You know what he does to hobos.
Seanmahair- Can I have your stuff?
Tired of your job already?
Sure, you’d be happy, until Glenn Reynolds killed you.
If all my possessions consisted of a dozen platinum Visa cards, my drivers license and the keys to a Harley Electra Glide I could be pretty happy. You didn’t specify what would be in the handkerchief; an important variable for this discussion.
Seriously I can’t even begin to think about giving away stuff. What does one throw, what does one not throw or give?
This post approaches a great truth known best to us older folks: after moving from home to college, college to a first apartment, apartment to a house, and maybe one or two more house to house moves, the use of arson to assist in the next move becomes increasingly reasonable.