Ambulance Chasers

The more I think about how concerned community members brought along a representative from Penndel Mental Health Center when they made their early expedition to a tent city in lower Bucks County, PA, the more I’m concerned about the tactics of mental health “experts” in our society.

Anyone can claim to be an expert.  In the wake of alleged race problems and subsequent race hustling, “experts” from MSN NBC were found to be way off base in their analysis of the situation after a thorough court investigation.  As conservative commentator Anne Coulter wrote, to qualify as an expert on MSN NBC, one has to have been dropped on one’s head many times as a child.

Bringing a mental health expert to reach out to people at a homeless settlement is an example how the mental health community has been rushing to judgment to label people as mentally ill, or at least suspect they are. http://www.sott.net/article/257456-More-homeless-camps-discovered-in-Bucks-County-Pennsylvania   Penndel Mental Health Center has been intermittently subtly soliciting business from the homeless community.

Pastor and counselor Jay Adams cites a case where it was discovered that people sent for evaluation for mental illness were falsely diagnosed.  In an experiment,  six people, who were as sane as you or I, were labeled schizophrenic and one was classified as manic depressive.  The experimenter found that no one was turned away as a malingerer or faker. After the person who conducted the experiment announced to the institution that he would check the intake records again, many people were turned away from the institution as malingerers.  http://www.nouthetic.org/the-physician-the-pastor-psychotherapy-and-counseling

As is the case with the rest of the mental health industry, medication tends to be a quick fix for problems at Penndel Mental Health.

The problem with modern psychiatry and psychology is they treat as “mental problems”, as though it is a medical problem, using medication.   There are physical problems and spiritual (moral) problems.  The psyche community came up with a third category, a non-organic, non-moral category.  To quote Jay Adams:

“But it (the psychiatric community) knows nothing about a ‘mental illness’ category, in which a non-organic bug of some sort creates a non-organic problem which has to be treated non-organically under a medical aegis, though there is nothing medical about it. What is peculiarly medical about someone telling how to live with grandmother? “

Dr. Adams further indicts the mental health community.  “There is a mess out there in psychiatry. Zilboorg, in his two volume history of psychiatry, concluded: ‘The field is in disarray, just as it was at the beginning.’  I agree with him that the field is in disarray, but I disagree that it is just as bad as it was at the beginning.”

People should have a choice to get help for their problems.  The free market works!  Penndel Mental Health has been chasing after the homeless, like a lawyer chasing an ambulance and has somewhat of a monopoly.  This is not the free market but economic protectionism.

Dr. Adams writes of “gatekeepers”, which can be pastors or doctors who pass on someone who comes to them for help to someone else.  Many of them have been passing the responsibility on to the mental health world.

I went along with the gatekeepers at the Salvation Army who referred me to Penndel Mental Health.  I was a mess at the time.  As I related in an earlier blog, I was prescribed medicine at Penndel Mental Health and went to therapy there.  At the same time I pursued Biblical solutions, through prayer, scripture reading, fellowship, a Bible based 12 step program, and Godly behavior.  I found that the Biblical route worked best.  I stopped the medicine and I’m about to end the therapy.

We need to create a free market to help the homeless with their problems.  The nascent non profit, Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless aims to give the homeless the wherewithal to build their own homes.  The volunteers from The Advocates for the Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN), the hosts at churches, and other people offer the homeless Biblical help for their “mental” problems.

Let the homeless discover what works best for them in a free market of ideas.

We at Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless have an idea to help the homeless.  Check out the article posted in Times Publishing about us:  http://www.timespub.com/2015/04/30/working-for-a-place-to-stay/.

 

Come on People Get Together

Homelessness is no respecter of persons.  People from all walks of life can succumb to it.  It’s not just a matter of the poor getting too poor and ending up out in the street.  The essence of the Greek tragedy, people can fall from a high station in life.

Such is the case of the former Miss Venezuela, Damarys Ruiz.  Recently, she was found dead in a park after having been homeless for fifteen years.  http://www.newsoxy.com/entertainment/damarys-ruiz-miss-venezuela-dies-70-178520.html

Miss Ruiz had a law degree but didn’t pursue a legal career.  Nor did she enter the entertainment field.  Instead, she sold homemade crafts and junk jewelry.

Miss Ruiz never had a romantic relationship and lived with her brother, who was said to be jealous and consequently beat and generally mistreated her.  The police, according to reports, would not resolve the problem so eventually deciding she can no longer take the abuse, the former Miss Venezuela fled and lived on the streets and sold her goods and became alienated from her family.

When her body was moved to the hospital in Caracas, Venezuela’s capital, no one visited the hospital to identify her.  A brother who would not be identified got word of his sister’s death is reported to have made arrangements to have the body collected from the hospital mortuary.

This estrangement from family is unfortunately a fact of homeless life in places such as lower Bucks County, Pennsylvania.  For some reason or another, homeless people here have little contact with their families or have completely lost it.   In some cases the homeless person created problems in the family — he/she was addicted to drugs or alcohol.  In some cases the problem is the family and sometimes, when a family member is going through a rough time, there is little or no support but denial, which is not a river in Egypt.

I think that denial of the homeless problem in Bucks County is at least one reason the homeless population here is having trouble, as I said in my blog Moving on Up, being self sufficient and finding a place to live.  The establishment in Bucks is in denial that the county is anything less than the suburban paradise it portends to be.

One thing nobody can deny is that there are homeless people who struggle not only with survival, but with isolation and the need for acceptance and sociability.  They need to know that there are people out there who care.  They have each other and there are caring people out there who have reached out to them and have developed relationships with them.

Today was Memorial Day.  Many members of the homeless community have no family to share the holiday with.   A volunteer from the Advocates for the Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN), along with a volunteer from her church and another church, set up a picnic at a public spot.  Homeless people brought stuff and the volunteers brought donated food and they worked together to set up the picnic.  The homeless people  cleaned up afterwards.  It was a group effort, especially cooking the chicken, with some homeless people who were not very skilled in cooking chicken on the grill.

The chicken was the best part of the picnic.

As with the case with other gatherings amongst the homeless, there was great comradery at the Memorial Day picnic.

Another great moment at the picnic was that the homeless got to watch a respectful commemoration to remember those who have given their lives for our freedom, lead by a local VFW.

Getting people to get together and love one another right now is where it’s at.  I am saddened by the isolation of a bright, beauty queen who was said to be a great conversationalist and an opinionated person, like myself, who ended up in a state which is described in lines by the poet Lord Byron “When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, he sinks into the depths with bubbling groan, without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.”

Volunteers at AHTN, an interfaith group, like others who practice the Word of God, work to prevent the kind of tragic situation that befell that homeless person in Venezuela.  It’s love of God, not nature as the Romantics believed, that leads to the love of our fellow man.

“Thou shalt love the Lord the God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all the mind; and thy neighbor as thyself.” -Luke 10:27, King James Version.

 

Moving on Up

They sleep in cars, with pads, blankets and sleeping bags for padding and covers on walkways, and in tents.  Very few of them want it to be this way, some have resigned themselves to being homeless, and some of them want to improve their sleeping arrangements.  It’s for the latter that Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless was created.

This story of this nascent non profit was featured in Times Publishing.  http://www.timespub.com/2015/04/30/working-for-a-place-to-stay/#more-45529

In the spirit of the Homestead act of 1862  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homestead_Acts , Gimmee Shelter aims to acquire property and let the homeless build homes, maintain the property, and settle on it.  Given the chance, and the tools, they can build and maintain their own homes, like the rest of the population.  They can be independent.

In lower Bucks County, Pennsylvania, where there is a viable homeless population, there is more vacant property than there are homeless people.  The idea of using this property to house the homeless has been discussed ad infinitum, ad nauseam.

“Beam me up, Scotty, there seems to be no sign of intelligent life in this place they call Bucks County, Pennsylvania. There is space for the inhabitants of this planet to build their homes, but they are forbidden.    What’s that Mr. Spock?”

“This is highly illogical, Captain.”

Spock is right, this is highly illogical.  Not only that, it’s stupid.

I think that part of the reason Bucks County is stonewalling this idea is that the liberal establishment doesn’t want people to be self-sufficient but rather dependent on the handouts they receive from The Establishment.  It’s like the Eloi race the scientist in  H.G Wells The Time Machine encounters, who are enslaved by the Morlocks.  They treat the Elois like cattle and they eat them.  They don’t resist; when they are called like dogs by sirens they robotically go down below with the Morlocks, to their demise.  I feel like the scientist who beseeches the Elois to end the insanity and fight back, which, taking the scientist’s lead, they finally do.

Like the Elois, we need to challenge the liberal establishment in Bucks County, not through fisticuffs, but by broadcasting to the world that the Emperor needs a new set of clothes.

I am trying to get the word out about the slavery of homelessness some of our fellow Americans are trapped in, particularly in lower Bucks County, like being underground with the Morlocks.  All Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless wants to do is acquire land, buy some supplies, and let the homeless become self sufficient by homesteading the land.  Let the homeless share the land, baby!

Who are the homeless?  The only difference between the homeless and the rest of the population is that they don’t have homes.  They are not akin to the Walking Dead.  We don’t see zombies walking aimlessly looking for people to eat when we enter homeless territory in the woods.  The members of the Bucks County establishment are the Morlocks and the people who vote them in are the walking brain dead.

The homeless can create their own community and make their own way, with a little help from their friends.  Before a man and his wife were evicted from public land, he told me about a “homesteading” idea he had and was anxious to implement.  His plan was to build forts, with a wood burning stove in the middle, and have a mini tent city underneath.

We can do it.  Not as the result of government action, but if the government gets out of the way and unleashes the power of the people to fend for themselves.

Help the homeless help themselves.

Sister Nicotine and the Holy Smokes

Cigarette smoking is more than an addiction to many — it’s a religion.

Although now I know that before a smoker opens a pack and taps it against his/her palm countlessly the purpose is to better pack the tobacco, this still strikes me as a ritual.  Many smokers religiously light up, like a panting deer drinking water at a stream.

I’ve had smokers approach me and offer me as much as $10 for one cigarette!  One difference between tobacco and heroin is that tobacco is legal.   And, as smokers have told me,  tobacco is harder to kick than heroin.  Heroine does, however, more quickly lead to anti social behavior such as stealing and job loss than does tobacco.  Cigarettes are a slow poison, and heavy use triggers sickness and work callouts.

I smoked as a young teenager for about a year.  Over that time I experienced more severe and more frequent sore throats and colds.  I only smoked between 1-2 packs a week, and, like a former president, I didn’t inhale (not very deeply, except when I did the trick where you take a long drag on a cigarette, drink something, then blow the smoke out).

Just a qualification, smoking has a more negative affect on some people more than others.  And like alcohol, not everyone gets addicted, but many do.

Most of the participants in the Twelve Steps – a Spiritual Journey program I’m in have alcohol addiction problems.

http://www.12stepjourney.com/

The regulars have been able to keep their drinking problem at bay, but not smoking.  After our one hour long meeting, the smokers light up immediately after leaving the building.  When we met outside a couple of times, they lit up.

I’m always been puzzled when I see homeless people smoking.  Although they can’t afford a place to live, and have trouble getting food (although in Lower Bucks County, PA, between the state and benevolent people, they usually are provided for) they manage somehow to find cigarettes.  To save money, some of them make their own.  But some stoop to picking butts off the ground and out of ashtrays.

I read in the book Narcotics Anonymous a personal testimony of a former druggie that he had no moral compass with his addiction —  that he would stoop to anything, including stealing from his own mother!

A homeless friend of mine found a few bucks.  Instead of me buying her meals, I asked her to use that money to feed herself.  A few days after she found the money, she asked me for money for coffee, as she said she used up the money she found.  That night, after she made an excuse about being tied up for awhile, I found her standing in line in a store.  Evidently, she lied about not having any money left so she could use it to buy cigarettes.  She has lung cancer but still smokes!  The doctor’s assistant told her that smoking works against the chemo and other treatments she’s been getting.

Recently, I overheard a conversation about some drug that gets people very high, very cheaply.  And it is a cheap thrill, as I heard a guy say that this drug destroys people much more quickly than other drugs.  This doesn’t matter, he explained, because all the user is interested in is getting high.  Nothing else matters.

Other than the physical addiction to tobacco, there’s an underlying character flaw that is at the root of the problem.  Asking God to help with one’s character flaws is part of the 12 steps in the 12 step program I’m in for anxiety/pent up anger.

A large part of healing from physical sickness, especially cancer, is one’s attitude.  This is why it’s important to give sick people hope.   Being right spiritually is a matter of rejecting what just feels good or just attracts you but is not good for you, like a cockroach dining at a bait trap where it likes the cuisine but is poisoned.  Smokers, and other addicts, are slowly poisoning themselves.

Sister Nicotine and the Holy Smokes is a false religion.  To restore people to health, mentally and physically, we need to reject the false gods of the world and turn to a higher power than ourselves, God.  Healing is not instant, in fact it’s slow, but if one hangs in there, he/she will be better off.

I, for one, have found something more than cheap thrills that matters.  

 

Rage Against the Machine

In the distance, he was screaming at people, hands flailing and moving around like a firehose that got loose.  These people were thought to be friends.  “I don’t want anything to do with you…” he yelled.  We could hear him from 100 yards away.

“I’m sick and tired of…”.  He went on and on, raging at the top of his lungs.  He walked away, and started coming back, circling the area where people were congregated, like a lion circling its pray.

“I hope you die!,” he told a woman he was allegedly helping.

This wasn’t the first time the guy flipped out.  But it was the most vitriolic I’ve seen him.

He was full of deep seated anger, mainly about being homeless.  The booze was just a catalyst.

James 4, 1-2 says “what causes quarrels and causes fights among you?  Is it not this, that your passions are at war with you?  You desire and do not have, so you murder.  you covet and cannot obtain, so you fight and quarrel.  You do not have, because you do not ask.”

The raving mad man became homeless after losing his job.  For awhile, he blamed circumstances for losing his job, but there was a moment of truth when he admitted that his drinking created the problem.   Evidently, there is something he wants, desires and doesn’t get it, so he spews out venom.

He’s at war with himself and the rest of the world.

On one occasion, after he was forced to pack up his tent site and relocate, he complained to a law enforcement official who had a friendly talk with him about not being able to be in the shelter.  The lawman reminded him “you were kicked out because of drinking.”  The lawman shared that he had had a drinking problem in the past, but evidently was able to control it.  “Nobody on earth”, he told the homeless man, could solve your problems, alluding to needing a power higher than us, God.

Acknowledging there is a power higher than us and the only source that could ultimately keep us on the right track, is one of the 12 steps in the 12 Steps – A Spiritual Journey program, modeled after the Alcoholics Anonymous program of 1935.     http://12stepjourney.com/

All the King’s Horses and All the King’s men in the mental health community doesn’t seem to be able to put Johnny and Susie back together again.

An inexpensive alternative to mental health centers is the 12 Step Journey program.  Facilitated by a designated leader, this peer-to-peer program uses the 12 Steps and Biblical principles to help people with life’s problems.

On the same page is Jay Adams, pastor and counselor, who back around 1970, started a revolution in the church.  Dr. Adam’s thesis is that the church is better equipped to handle mental problems than is secular psychiatry and psychology.  “God’s word is sufficient” to handle any problems.  God wrote the book on human behavior.

http://www.nouthetic.org/about-ins/our-faculty/8-about-ins/6-jay-adams-biography

The journey to healing is long, but worth the trip, and the right way to go.  John Bunyan details this in his allegory of the soul Pilgrim’s Progress.

Well pilgrim…?

There’s a Place Where the Homeless Can Go

One night, people sitting on the benches at the Veterans’ Memorial outside the public library in Levittown, Pennsylvania had an impromptu discussion about Shakespeare.  This could have been small conference-like gathering of a college literature class.   But these people were homeless.

The idea for the nascent non profit Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless was hatched at the memorial last summer when Adam, who was homeless for a time, told me about his plan to create much needed shelter for the homeless in lower Bucks County, PA.

Like the TV series Cheers, the memorial is a place where everyone knows your name, or at least soon learns it.

One of the memorial regulars walked into a local VFW and they knew his name.  They thanked him for help keeping up the memorial — for cleaning it up and helping to police it from vandals and other troublemakers.  He and other regulars who regularly frequent the memorial take pride in the place that has become a home away from home.

The regular memorial visitor who stopped in the VFW ironically refers to the folks who hang out at the Veterans Memorial as “The Memorial Mob.”   This is a joke, as most of the regulars respect the memorial and are law abiding citizens.  It’s as an accurate description as the name “Curly” for that shaved headed jokester on the Three Stooges.

Of course, as in any group, there are bad apples.  Over the years, there have been busts for drunk and disorderly behavior and there has been occasional vandalism.  But the Memorial Mob, when they are there, is vigilant about making sure that doesn’t happen and has helped keep the place looking nice.

On one occasion, people discussed their situation and their problems, when one guy in the group remarked “this is a therapy session”, as he sprang to his feet and walked away.

Unlike most people, the homeless don’t have clubs or organizations to visit, and many of them have been separated from their families.  The Veteran’s Memorial is their clubhouse.

The Memorial Mob gets together for planned events as well as has impromptus.  Word gets out for holiday gatherings, birthdays and for other meetings at the “clubhouse.”

This is one of the places volunteers from the Advocates for the Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN) visit with their homeless friends.

The flavor of the memorial for the regulars is captured in the lyrics of an old Beatles’ song:

There, there’s a place

Where I can go

When I feel low

When I feel blue

And it’s my mind

And there’s no time…

Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless, the nascent non profit, is working to create homes the homeless can go to.   To help us get started, we are using a fundraising site:  http://www.gofundme.com/lq6sfc

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What to do with the Mentally Ill and Homeless

First off, we must define mental illness and ask what is wrong with the mentally ill.

When visiting a nuthouse with Swiss psychiatrist and psychotherapist Carl Jung, what Dr. Jung called an “intelligent layman” remarked that the people he observed in the funny farm were just like everyday people, but with their problems greatly magnified.  Indeed, this is the case, and some of us with a greater degree of problems who have trouble handling everyday life, and may even engage in antisocial behavior just need a little extra help.

When people go off the deep end, or we just suspect that they have “problems”, they get referred to mental health centers.  To help people, it’s important to know and understand them.  It’s important to develop relationships with people in order to help them.

In the case of the homeless, most people don’t know or understand them.  Like aliens from outer space who land on earth are depicted in sci-fi movies, certain assumptions are made about the homeless.   In the movies, space visitors and treated as intruders and the military is called out.  During the early years when members of the community in Bucks County, Pennsylvania started reaching out to the homeless people, at least one representative from Penndel Mental Health Center was part of the exploration party.

They didn’t know what to expect.  Concerned members of the community, such as volunteers from the Advocates for the Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN) and hosts at the many churches who provide community meals, have gotten to know the homeless and have developed relationships with them.  This is a good start to help the homeless.  Get to know individuals; don’t stereotype them.

Since the exploratory visit to a homeless colony, the welcome mat opened to the Penndel Mental Health Center, which gets government funds to treat the homeless, and there have been many homeless visitors.

The mental health clinic has a monopoly, a captive clientele so to speak, just as environmentalists have agreeable constituents, rocks and trees. One of the clinic’s modus operandi, and what is pushed at the door, is medication.  I have personally experienced this.  After having experienced problems that have started to get out of hand, I sought help.  I started with the Salvation Army, where I returned to God and started volunteering in the food pantry.

But that was just a start.  Some people there convinced me to seek outside help.  I talked with different people from Penndel Mental Health Center.  Early on, medication was suggested.  When I mentioned herbal remedies, the Penndel rep summarily dismissed the notion, saying Augustly that herbals “don’t work.”

Desperate to get better, I tried Penndel Mental Health Center, where I was prescribed Paxil.   It gave me the shakes but the doctor and others in the mental health field told me that was just part of the break in period.  This went on for some time, until I was prescribed Gabapentin to quell the shakes.  This helped a little, but then I got hip to Kava tea, which seemed to help dramatically.  This did the job of calming me down that the Paxil could not do.  After having the doctor cut my Paxil dose in half, I decided to stop taking Paxil all together.

I continue taking Kava tea every night.  I’ve also discovered the benefits of dark chocolate, which contains serotonin,  which is the same ingredient in Paxil.  One source says that the serotonin in dark chocolate has nearly the identical qualities of anti-depressants such as Paxil.

I originally went on Paxil mainly to combat my anxiety.  Depression, mood, is indirectly related to anxiety so serotonin helps somewhat with that.  The Kava tea actually relaxes my mind and is also a natural muscle relaxer.  The dark chocolate and the Kava don’t have the negative effects of the prescribed medication nor is there any withdraw.  They also seem to work better!

Like the rest of the population, homeless people have problems.

Besides having alternative medicine to help people with out-of-control problems, there is alternative therapy to help people cope with the world.

The “cognitive therapy” I was given at Penndel Mental Health is basically a model where a relationship is drawn between how a person thinks and behavior.  This is a good start.  But as one of the characters in Monty Python and the Holy Grail says about Camelot, “it’s only a model.”

I have been attending the 12 Steps, a spiritual journey program, modeled on the 12 Step program started by Alcoholics Anonymous in 1935, based on Christian principles.  http://12stepjourney.com/

One of my brothers in the 12 Step peer-to-peer program told me that as my life better matches God’s principles, I won’t even need medication.  He was right!

About 1970, pastor and counselor Jay Adams started a revolution where he argued that the church is better equipped than secular psychology to handle mental problems.  He questioned “What is wrong with the mentally ill?”  Dr. Adam’s thesis is that people get out of whack when they don’t think and behave the way the Lord instructs them to.  The problem, the preacher explained, is that the mentally ill are out of touch with God.

Volunteers from AHTN and hosts at the community meals minister to the homeless, without browbeating them.  They show God’s love and help them and make Bible’s available.  This is the way to help the homeless or anyone out of their bad situation.

Wrestler Hulk Hogan used to tell kids basically to say their prayers, take their vitamins, and exercise.  I would adapt that slogan to apply to the mentally ill, including the homeless, to say their prayers, read their Bible, go to church, eat dark chocolate and other healthy things and drink their Kava tea.  And of course exercise is good.

And join a Bible based 12 Steps Program!

 

Rubber Soul

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You say “I’m looking through you

The same old way

I’d like to help you

But not today”

The only difference is you’re up there

How would you like it?

if you were in my homeless underwear?

 

You see me as different

Because I’m down here

You’d see things as  different

If you and I places would change

You say “I’m looking through you”

How would you like our places to change?

 

Your lips are moving

I cannot hear

Your voice is soothing

But your words are not clear

Between you and me is no difference

But you think we’re not the same

You say “I’m looking through you”

So why don’t we our places change?

 

Why tell me why do you not treat me right?

Unlike your smug self I’m not in a nice home overnight

 

You’re thinking of me

The same old way

You think you are above me

That’s not what I say

The only difference is you’re up there

You think you are above me

But that’s not what I say

 

Now I’m looking through you

And you’re a man nowhere

I’m looking through you

In that way we’re not the same

I’m looking through you

We’re not the same

 

Like Scrooge, Ebenezer

You can change

Karma sure has a funny way

Of changing people overnight

 

I’m looking through you

Your views can change

I’m looking through you

Your views can change

The only difference

Is you can change

I’m looking through you

You don’t have to be the same…

A Modest Proposal Part II

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In my original blog, A Modest Proposal, I suggested cannibalizing homeless people (we need to be culturally diverse) by grinding them up into green wafers as the society did in the movie Soylent Green.

There is an added benefit to turning people into edible wafers.  With all the prejudice against traditional religion, this would be religious friendly, especially to the Catholic faith.  Humans would carry their cross, so to speak, and would serve their fellow humans as a wafer when paritioners have communion.

Holy transubstantiation Batman!

The green wafers, composed of the remains of homeless humans, would also be a boon to those who believe in reincarnation.  This way, the dearly departed can still be with us.  Hey kids, here’s Uncle Joe! He’s back, as a wafer!

What goes around, comes back around.

Holy Karma Batman!

The possibilities are endless.

In any case, Bucks County Pennsylvania will be Green. Soylent Green.

Bucks County can come up with slogans.  I’ll offer a few:

Green is the color of my true love’s corps.

It’s really easy (and cool) being Green.

Show me the Green!

Modeling the movie, Soylent Green, will be a good advertisement for a particular brand of environmentalism:  Watermelon environmentalists — Green on the outside; red on the inside. He was Green, and shed his blood for you.  See, environmentalism is a religion!

Keep Bucks County Green, and clean (take out the homeless).

Fight homelessness, recycle the homeless.

In the tradition of Zap Comics, with its satire Nigger Hearts, I write about Bucks County’s Homeless Wafers.

A disclaimer:  Like Jonathan Swift’s Modest Proposal and Zap Comics, my blogs are satire.  Back in the 18th century, some people took Dr. Swift literally and were appalled by what he wrote.  Well, I don’t advocate (I’m not an advocate, or a crook) cannibalism but use irony and wit to make people  appalled at how the homeless are treated in a judgmental, utilitarian manner in Bucks County.

If you have a heart for the homeless, you can help by going to. http://www.gofundme.com/lq6sfc

After clicking, you will be prompted after a few seconds to skip the ad.

 

Why Can’t the Homeless Find a Home?

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I ain’t got a home

I’m a lonely frog

I ain’t got a home

I Ain’t got a madder

I Ain’t got a fadder

I’m just a lonely frog

I ain’t got a home

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–Clarence “Frogman” Thomas

Recently, someone at Denny’s restaurant in Langhorne mentioned that there are more vacant buildings and property in Bucks County, Pennsylvania than there are homeless people.  I’ve heard many times puzzled people question why the vacant properties in Bucks County can’t be used to house the homeless.

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.

I repeat, the answer is blowin’ in the wind.

In Frogman’s humorous lyrics  about a lonely frog, a lonely  boy and a lonely girl, we hear, individually, in the voice of all three, about the search for something.  The boy wants a girl, the girl wants a boy, but the frog is looking for a home.  In real life, frogs have a higher success rate than do homeless humans.  So do illegal aliens.  Those who broke into this country have  more rights than the homeless in this country.  They are not allowed to “squat” on land in their own country.  The only crime the homeless committed is they do not have a home, yet they are considered trespassers on “public” land.

Through the grapevine, I hear words like “liability” and “insurance” as reasons why we can’t develop land for the homeless.  On Bucks County land, I’m told, that if someone “squatting” on land under Bucks County jurisdiction, and is attacked or hurt, he or she can sue the county.

Beam me up Scotty, there is no form of intelligent life in Bucks County!

To quote Charles Dickens, “the law is an ass!”

Part of the root of the problem of homeless people finding homes is the stereotype people have of them.   I learned from a reliable source that people in Bucks County don’t like the homeless people coming to the library because they are dirty, sloppy, stink,  and use the library like a picnic area.  This is not the case.  In one instance, as I related in an earlier blog, when I was talking with a Bucks County official outside the library, a homeless guy on his way to the library joked around with us on his way to the library.  When I told the official the guy was homeless, he remarked “I thought he was a counselor.”

Remember the old pop song Signs?  In the song, the artist talks about “tucking his hair up under his hat” before he interviews for a job.  “You look like a fine young man; I think you’ll do,” the potential employer remarks.

Then the young man removes his hat, exposes his long hair and remarks “imagine that, me working for you!”

Recently, a county “cop” harassed some homeless people who were peacefully, respectfully hanging out at the Veteran’s Memorial outside the Levittown public library.  Included in this harassment blitz screen was a volunteer from the Advocates for the Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN) who was cutting a homeless man’s hair to make him more respectable/employable.  This busy body, evidently under the influence from the busy body women from the WIC office next to the memorial, said something to the effect that some Veteran’s department will only allow them short visits, say 15 minutes, to the memorial.  His statement is dubious.  Evidently, the WIC women don’t like the people who visit the memorial and think it’s their own personal property, and think they have to right to invite whom they wish.

The Vietnam Veteran’s Memorial commemorates those who sacrificed their lives for our freedom.  And here a tyrant/bully hassles people who are trying to enjoy their freedom by visiting the memorial.

Like the frog in Mr. Thomas’ song, the homeless need a home.  Let’s help them:  (you can skip the ads after a few seconds)

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