Mental Health Hustlers Defunded

Funding woes hurt homeless, reads the headline in The Courier Times. Actually, it is the mixing of mental health services with housing for the homeless that hurts the homeless. “And when county departments divide these funds among different local initiatives” said Donna Duffy-Bell, administrator of the Bucks County Department of Health…, “more money sometimes goes towards more visible priorities, like opioid addiction, rather than hidden ones like homelessness” the article continues.

So, people who just need a place to stay are slighted because funds are used mainly for drug abuse. In the article, officials juxtapose homelessness with mental “illness”. Officials say the homeless aren’t required to be tested for mental problems, but they usually do (usually bamboozled into) and they imply homelessness and mental illness are one in the same. Bull!

Allen Johnson, a recovery coach with HOST, a program which combines mental health with homeless outreach, which is experiencing funding cuts, once told me that he doesn’t believe in housing first. He explained that people have to get straight first before they can get housing. Really? This presupposes that homeless people are nuts who need the mental health services of HOST. The facts were changed to protect the mental health industry. It’s a way to get public funds for the shrinks and Big Pharm.

It’s Public Funding Time (parody of Fats Domino’s Finger Popping Time)

It’s public (doy-dee doy-dee) funding time

It is pub lic…funding ty-ime

I feel so good

I’m on the public dime

Hey now hey now hey now hey now

Here comes Allen here comes Keith

Allen’s visiting all the homeless sites on his beat

It’s public (doy-dee doy-dee) funding time

It is pub lic…funding ty-ime

I feel so good (dee-doy doy dee-doink)

I’m on the public dime

Hey now hey now hey now hey now…

It seems to be what’s happening to HOST is similar to President Trump cutting the fat and crap from the EPA. Accomplishing the goal of being good stewards of our natural resources can be done less expensively. Likewise, by cutting the programs for mental health removes lots of unwanted fat from a bloated bureaucracy. Penndel Mental Health, for instance, just pumps patients with legal dope and psychobabble: “language that is used by people who talk about mental and emotional problems and that is seen as silly or meaningless: psychological jargon.” – Merriam-Webster

I’ve observed people who go to the community meals for the homeless and needy who have gone to the clinic get worse. But when they get Biblical counsel, I’ve seen people get better.

The church, not secular psychiatry/psychology should fill this void in mental health programming by getting even more involved in helping people with problems.

A view of the church versus psychology: http://www.christianpsych.org/wp_scp/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/dp220-2.pdf

As to the defunding of HOST, another parody from the They’re Coming to Take Me Away Band:

Don’t Think Freely (parody of Buck Owen’s Act Naturally)

 

Well, they’re going to put me in the nuthouse

They want to make a monkey out of me

They’re going to put me in the nuthouse

And all they have to do

Is round up me

 

Well, they are going have to chase me real far

They’re going to hunt me and they can’t really tell

If I really need to be in the nuthouse

They expect me to play the part for them real well

 

I hope you’ll come and see me in the nuthouse

Maybe you can slip me a file in some cake

I hope you’ll come and see me in the nuthouse

Where I’m all doped up and can’t think freely

 

They want to put me in the nuthouse

That’s because they don’t think I am OK

Well the only reason I am in the nuthouse

Is that I’m homeless in Bucks County PA

 

Well, they are going have to chase me real far

They’re going to hunt me and they can’t really tell

If I really need to be in the nuthouse

They expect me to play the part for them real well

 

I’ll be a homeless collection in the nuthouse

From the state they want to collect their precious bounty

I’ll be a monkey caged there in the nuthouse

Where I’m all doped up and can’t think freely

 

They want to put me in the nuthouse

That’s because they don’t think I am OK

Well the only reason I am in the nuthouse

Is that I’m homeless in Bucks County PA

Is that I’m homeless in Bucks County PA

 

Dupe-dupe a looney Dupe-dup a looney Dupe-dupe a looney…

They’re coming to take me away ah-hah he-he ah-hah ah-hah he-he ah-hah he-he…

Just Hang on To What You’ve Got

Do your circumstances control you and do you act like Lewis Carroll’s Aged Aged Man?

Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo –
That summer evening long ago
A-sitting on a gate.

If, like Lewis  Carroll’s  character, you are distracted by your woe because of your immediate circumstances, just realize this is only a season.  In the midst of trouble, you should know there is a way out.  There is more to life than just carpe diem, seizing only the moment in life, but something deep inside that satisfies your soul and lifts your spirits.

Like Job in the Bible, the homeless have suffered a loss, living like Gypsies.  Now stripped of worldly goods, they have to find what’s really important in life, without all the bells and whistles.   If you look around you may see, as Frankie Valli’s Let’s Hang On lyrics go, what you have is really a lot.

There are things out there that you can do to improve and enjoy your life.  The public library in Levittown, PA offers chair yoga classes.  Sleeping and living in a car tends to cramp me up.  After taking a few yoga classes, I’ve felt noticeably looser.  I’ve also been able to breathe better and tend to be generally healthier.

A lung cancer patient I’ve been looking after has taken physical therapy.  I noticed that some of the exercises are like what we do in the chair yoga class.  I mentioned this to the yoga instructor, who said that when you find something good, others do it.

And physical therapy, yoga, helps people, if they continue to do it.

I’ve also found that Kava Tea helps relax my mind and muscles, much like Yoga.

So does acupuncture. In a similar but different way.

One of the things homelessness does is helps you think outside of the box and improvise.  Although one of the things people in transition yearn for is a routine, without it one tends to turn this loss into a search for innovative ways, new skills to deal with situations.  The need to solve a problem is why we think and develop a plan, according to C.S. Pierce, the founder of American pragmatism.  http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/peirce/

Another thing homelessness does is, like Job, help you find who your true friends are.  Those who accept you for you are and who help you not just for what they can get from you are genuine friends.

It also tests your faith.  Things you took for granted are not there, and when you are needy and on the road to becoming homeless, you really have to trust in God.  After I lost my job, I was almost penniless.  I didn’t know where my next meal would come from.

I found a food pantry, but that wasn’t enough to sustain me.  I could no longer afford Internet at the house.  After I started using the Wi-Fi at the public library, I befriended homeless people at the local library I knew from the community meals where I worked as a volunteer who told me about free community meals and a bus that would take me there.

After a season, I came into a little money and was able to get my car back.  I sold my house and got more money but it’s been a struggle to find housing and I stayed in my car for a time.  Although I’m off the street, I still seek regular housing.

In my Odyssey, I’ve come across people who have taught me what’s important and that the Lord loves me and has my back.  I had turned away from my faith, but now through hardship, I’m learning what’s really important in life, and, although I tend to try to figure out and anticipate the outcome, I’ve have gone outside myself to a higher power.

Hope comes from faith in Christ.  It is something outside myself.

As Emily Dickinson wrote:

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.”

Another resource people with trouble have is the Bible based 12 Step Program, which meets at the Restoration Church in Levittown on Tuesdays at 7 p.m. and at Crossings Community Church in Newtown at 6:30 p.m..

So just hang on to what you’ve got…

http://12stepjourney.com/ 

The Lord of The Flies

The Lord of the Flies is a story of the conflicting values in society.

  • A civilized society that lives by rules and with relative peace and harmony.
  • Savagery, where there is a struggle for power and where people just follow their natural, animal instincts.

It’s a conflict between rational and irrational emotional reactions and between morality and immorality.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_of_the_Flies

The environment does not control our thinking.  The boys who were marooned on an island that was a paradise.  It was their unchecked human character flaws that drove them to cruelty and even a murder — feral behavior.

Being homeless does not cause people to become feral, like some cats that live in the woods near the library in Levittown, PA.   It’s unchecked human depravity that does this.  The difference between the feral humans and feral cats is that when humans are not held in check by the restraints of civilization, they act not out of survival but out of ego and meanness.

In the Lord of the Flies, the marooned boys irrationally mistake a downed pilot for a beast.  Jack, the irrational, serve serving, self proclaimed leader of the group, leaves a pig’s head as a sacrifice for the beast.

Simon muses over the pig’s head, swarming with flies, and creates an icon for what’s happening on the island.  He tells the other boys that the beast was their own creation and that the beast is what’s inside them all.

When Simon tried to tell Jack’s tribe that the beast is merely a human corpse, the boys, in a frenzied dance, killed him!

In the homeless community in lower Bucks County, PA, people who are thrown into a challenging situation like the marooned boys have formed competing tribes.

There are people like Ralph in the Lord of the Flies story, who try to look at the situation realistically and do what’s best for the group.  There are also people like Jack, who seek power and attack others who are trying to figure out how best to deal with the situation.  When others listened to him, the society became dysfunctional.

The homeless are marooned, out in their cars, in tents in the woods, and on pavements by buildings.  What’s needed is a Ralph to work with others to figure out how to best deal with the situation, and to give everyone a chance to hold the conch to have their say in the group.

Homelessness is a problem.  It’s will not be resolved by people marginalizing the homeless, writing them off, and treating them like lepers. And escaping through drugs and alcohol or by venting anger and feeling sorry for oneself, known as PMS (poor me syndrome) is equally counterproductive.

By accepting the homeless unconditionally and holding them to the same standards as the rest of the society, and of course by not voting for progressives, they can be rescued.

To Serve Man

There are two basic attitudes one can take when helping people such as the homeless and needy.

  • Become detached and help people so you can show people how caring you are and for your own self aggrandizement.  You don’t really care and robotically serve people the way Jeff Dunham’s Walter would be a Walmart Greeter: “Welcome to Walmart; get your sh** and get out!”  Of course, you would be more subtle.
  • Out of compassion, you genuinely care for people and make sacrifices to help the needy.  Like Christ, you show agape love — love which expects nothing in return.  Develop relationships with the people you serve and focus on what’s best for them.

In one episode of The Twilight Zone, To Serve Man, a Kanamit lands on earth and promises hope and change. The nine foot plus giant says he’s going to serve humanity by ending hunger by transforming deserts into booming fields, end energy shortages, and stop war.  There is no need for the military.  This virtual Santa Claus came to earth just to serve man.

Earthlings are initially skeptical of the nine foot plus Santa Claus,  but soon, like Captain Hook and the Crocodile,  they are taken in.  Only, instead of a welcome grin, the Kanamit looks and talks stoically, robotically like some of the hosts on MSNBC.

The government found a book, written in code, left by the Kanamit.  After a decoder cracks the book’s title, To Serve Man, society believes the Kanamits are there to help them.  People then line up to book flights to the alien planet, which they are told is a paradise.

As the head decoder is waiting to board the spaceship bound for Paradise, his assistant, who decoded more than the title of the book, frantically runs towards her boss yelling “TO SERVE MAN IS A COOKBOOK!”  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Serve_Man_(The_Twilight_Zone

Some people serve the needy the way the Kanamits do — for their own desires.

Serving others is a mission, not a job.  It is not about politics or your ego.  Unfortunately, it has become that way in some instances.

Even the Salvation Army has become self serving.  The social services director, part of the hired help,  at the Army’s Community Center in Levittown, PA  has a judgmental, unloving, unChristian attitude towards the homeless and needy.  At the community meals, she talks to them like they are rudderless criminals — like they are children.  She tells them not to run around the building and actual has told them they need to behave themselves!  These are adults!

If it were up to me, this street thug, this member of a spurious aristocracy, who is known to bully volunteers,  would have been dismissed long ago.  Instead, the last time I came to volunteer in the food pantry she left word with the staff that I wasn’t allowed to volunteer in the food pantry.  This is the first time I heard this.

Likewise, the Advocates for the Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN) is self serving.  The most recent example of this attitude is that, instead of judging what is right, they seemed to side with a drunk who verbally assaulted and physically threatened one of the guests at a community meal.  One of the two drivers said he wouldn’t let the victim on the bus.  Leading up to that is that some gossip on a power trip has been spreading false witness about the guy, who is trying to learn more about the homeless and try to help resolve the problem.

The gossip spread like wildfire, so instead of like the Henry Fonda character in 12 Angry Men, who was the one hold out who went against the other jurors because he wanted to find the truth (and later won the rest of the jurors over), for expediency AHTN sides with the gossipers.  This is what John Stuart Mill called “Tyranny of the Majority”.    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_Angry_Men_(1957_film)

I suspect the motivation for spreading lies about the man is the ego of the person doing it.  This person wants to be top dog, or queen bee, and by putting others down, it makes this person look good.  It’s a gangster mentality.

Homelessness is a struggle, so instead of fighting one another to see who can be the top gangster, people in the homeless community need to care for and respect one another, and focus on ways to overcome the problem.  It begins with everyone involved developing the right attitude, including myself. It’s not about ego; it’s about serving one another.

The organization that we just launched is trying to acquire property and have the homeless play a large part to develop and maintain it in order to become self sufficient.  But first, all the Bovine Scatology has to stop!  We need understanding, civil discussion, and sometimes tough love in order to be able to work together.  We are in this together.

We should be on the same team!  This is the only way we shall overcome!

 

 

  

Let Freedom Ring

Stand Down 2015, recently held in Levittown, PA, was a remembrance of what veterans fight for:  freedom.  Freedom isn’t free, and we must fight for it.  It’s not just a fight using weapons, but with words.  I’m living in a country where I can still express my uncensored views.  I tend to be outspoken.

I grew up during the cold war, when even in cartoons, communism was laughed at.   The characters Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale, who answered to Fearless Leader and to Mr. Big, a distant, godlike character who made cameo appearances on the Bullwinkle and Rocky cartoon show,  mocked the Soviet Union.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Badenov

Looking at the Pepsodent toothpaste I got from Stand Down, I was reminded of a parody of the Pepsodent ad:

“You wonder where the yellow went

When you brush your teeth with Pepsodent”

The parody:

“You  wonder where your father went

When he speaks against the government.”

Our founders took into account that people are not perfect and that leaders do things that need to be challenged.  This is why we have the first amendment.  They realized that we cannot create a utopia, on earth.   The Greek translation of “Utopia” means that there is no such place.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utopia

Although we can never achieve a utopia, we don’t have to accept a dystopia.  Frankly, unlike our society in the 50’s and early 60’s, our society is dysfunctional.  But, through our actions, much of it driven by people exercising their right of free speech, we can improve ourselves and society.  We can do better.

As a result of skillful people persuading others,  America overcame the dysfunctional New Raw Deal scheme of FDR.    Writers argued how free market capitalism fosters a healthy economy.  Churches, which during the Depression era failed to positively influence society, started spreading the truth about how to live right, and people listened.  As a result, the economy grew while crime shrank.

The New Raw Deal didn’t exist in a vacuum.  Starting about 1920, elitist kooks influenced society.   But after WWII people became influenced by counter influences and  wised up and traditional values were restored to our nation.  And we prospered.  The weekly magazine Human Events is founded by Frank Hanighen and Felix Morley with a significant contribution from ex-New Dealer Henry Regnery. Ronald Reagan later says that the magazine “helped me stop being a liberal Democrat.”

Homelessness is the canary in the coal mine to indicate a healthy economy.

I’m convinced the private sector can be the biggest help to resolve the homelessness problem.  I am homeless and just received a call from someone associated with   The Way Home,  a private organization whose mission is to help people find homes.  I had met this person through one of the community meals for the homeless and those in need.

St. Mary Hospital, Langhorne, PA is working hard to help my friend and I with a place to stay and to get the care my friend with lung cancer needs.

One way we can help the homeless is to persuade hobophobic people that the homeless are not monsters — that they all are not thieves, aggressive panhandlers, drunks, druggies, muggers, etc.  This is a basic element of my blogs.  Another is Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless, a nascent non profit to create homes for the homeless,  for which I am the publicist.  http://www.timespub.com/2015/04/30/working-for-a-place-to-stay/

We are moving forward with the non- profit.  We’re on a quest to acquire property to develop for the homeless.  We plan to recruit people with different talents to help.

This is How To Do It

It was an act of Americans helping their fellow Americans at Stand Down 2015 in Levittown where volunteers graciously offered their services to help those in need.  Many  people, who normally couldn’t afford it,  got free medical and dental check ups, eye exams, had their feet checked, got a haircut/beard trim, got help finding a place to live, had acupuncture done — to name a few things the volunteers gave the needy. All one stop shopping at Stand Down.

PA State Representative Tina Davis, who spoke at the closing ceremony, trumpeted  “you need the government, you need me”, and in a cursory manner, added, as an afterthought “you need volunteers,” to stop homelessness.

Like Admiral Wrongway Peachfuzz, the cartoon character in the Bullwinkle and Rocky Show, Representative Davis has it backwards. http://bullwinkle.toonzone.net/peachfuzz.htm

To quote Ronald Reagan, “the government can’t solve problems; government is the problem”.

The government was a large contributor to the homeless problem. As I wrote in my blog Fight Homelessness; Don’t Vote for Progressives, homelessness is overwhelmingly higher in states under liberal rule, in blue states, than in more conservative, red states. Tina Davis is a liberal.

For volunteers, helping those in need is a work of the heart, and not just a business. For most of them it’s not about self aggrandizement, as is more often the case with politicians. When Representative Davis made her entrance for the closing ceremony, she approached some volunteers I was standing next to and quickly pointed out, like a little kid who just can’t wait to tell his parents something special, “my husband donated the wood chips” and added that people complained about the smell.

I had to bite my tongue. This was not the right venue to employ my wit and wax satirical with a politician. I saved it for this blog:  Of course the wood chips would smell. It was sent by the husband of a politician, and like the politician, it’s full of manure.

I had to walk away from this politician because I just couldn’t handle her B.S.  As I headed towards the tent, she told the audience what good she has been doing for the homeless and how much she cared.  No longer able to contain myself, I did the trick where you cough while saying “bull sh**”. Another homeless vet from my tent who was unfamiliar with Tina Davis said “she’s an idiot”. He said she had read from a script robotically and seemed to stumble over the words. I guess she forgot her teleprompter.

One example of liberals contributing to the homeless problem is Pennsylvania Governor Tom Wolf’s bill to stop businesses from harvesting material for products from state lands. In an email she sent me, Tina Davis praised the Big Bad Wolf plan to hold up production. She wrote that she knows that businesses mining on public land helps the economy and creates jobs, but saving the environment trumps jobs, spinning this into a noble cause.

Davis and Wolf may as well go door to door and hand out pink slips and throw people out of their houses, adding to the homeless population.

In the tradition of President Grover Cleveland, who nixed a government bailout for Texas farmers who suffered drought, we can count on Americans helping other Americans in need.

The volunteers, who ran the show at Stand Down, were gracious just for donating their time but also showed a genuine concern about people and showed an interest in helping them. Mike Fitzpatrick thanked the vets for their service and promised he’d work on solving vet’s problems. So did a representative from the VA.

Private charity has worked in the past and can work today. Milton Hershey built schools and gave a place to live for poor people as well as provided jobs for the community.  Mr. Hershey’s efforts provided a step up and fostered people bettering themselves.  The people associated at his school helped people help themselves.  They showed patience with problem students, practiced tough love and encouraged them to do better.  Here’s an example of a particular student:  http://www.pennlive.com/midstate/index.ssf/2012/06/essential_lesson_at_milton_her.html

It’s volunteers like the ones at Stand Down who are best able to help the homeless get through their ordeal, comforting them in the meantime. The last day, as we were waiting at our tents to leave Stand Down, chaplains drove around, going tent to tent, asking the vets if their spiritual needs were met and encouraged them to find a church.

The volunteers I met up with at Stand Down were from St. Mary Hospital, where my homeless friend is a patient.  They, and the doctors, nurses, and other staff on my friend’s floor have been very kind and gracious towards us, showing genuine compassion and going the extra mile and making us feel at home.

This is the kind of spirit we need to instill in more Americans.  By the actions of concerned people, this vet appreciates being appreciated.  I’m a Vietnam Vet who served in combat, who, as speakers pointed out at the  Stand Down closing ceremony, was not exactly treated with open arms when we returned home.

As was the case with the Milton Hershey school, the folks running the Stand Down help participants  get out of their ruts.  They encouraged us to press on, and turn the “it’s impossible” into “a dare”.

What is a stand down?

When my hands started shaking violently one night as I was handing up ammo through the gun chain on our tin can (destroyer, for you ground pounders) when I was in Nam, the petty officer in charge ordered me to stand down near the end of our dusk raid at “Dragon’s Mouth”.  After standing down a few minutes, I was OK and went about my duties.   We all need a time to stand down before we get back in the game.

Stand Down is a step in the right direction.

Thank you volunteers for doing the Stand Down and to the government entities who  accommodated them.

Something is Happening and You Don’t Know What it Is

It’s been said to not judge people until you’ve walked in their shoes.

A little more than a year ago, I discovered that there were homeless people in Lower Bucks County, PA.  The only real experience with the homeless was in Philadelphia, when my daughter and I took the train and walked to a school in the city where she was part of a play.

People were laying on grates, wrapped in blankets, and we had to walk around them.  I didn’t like this scene and had mixed feelings about them.  I was bothered but also felt bad for these people.  It was not a scene I came across in the suburbs.  Like Bob Dylan’s Mr. Jones, something was happening and I didn’t know what it was.

Fast forward to Levittown, PA several years later.  I had lost my job and things started going away, like the woman in a episode in The Twilight Zone.  Each time she missed a credit card payment, something disappeared — first her cat, then her dog, then her kids, then her husband and finally her car and house.

After I lost my Internet, I used the Wi-Fi and the Levittown Public Library, where I started associating with homeless people.  They weren’t laying on grates, but used the library like everyone else and I had conversations with them at the Veteran’s Memorial near the library and soon became part of the group.

I became homeless.  

I became that way because I lost my job, which was partially my fault.  I had also made some wrong decisions and continued in my ways, despite loving admonishments from a pastor, friends, and even my daughter.  I didn’t need any help; I was in denial.

At one point before becoming homeless I had to scramble to find food.  I went to the food  pantry at the Salvation Army.  Then I discovered the community meals that the homeless invited me to.

Like others, I lost what I had because of a job loss and my bad decisions and attitude. I became despondent and fell into an emotional pit.

I was lost and needed someone to talk to.  I reached out and people helped me.  They were not judgemental but pointed me in the right direction  — to God.  I needed to change my ways and obey God, which I started doing.

In the local homeless community there are fallen people who, like myself, have become despondent.  Also like myself, some of my brothers and sisters have problems, including addictions.  An advocate from Advocates for the Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN), who has moved away, has ministered to people to try to set them on the right path.

I’ve gotten frustrated at people who continue in their destructive ways.  But it took me quite awhile to come around, despite people doggedly trying to help me.  I’m no different from them.  I realize that I should love the sinner but hate the sin, and not judge, lest ye be judged.

The homeless need understanding and compassion, not judgementalism.  People have become that way because of economics or because of addictions and other bad decisions or a combination of the two. In either case, the homeless should not be written off, condemned.

Not all homeless people are drunks, druggies, and people with major attitude problems.  Just being homeless, however, one can develop a bad attitude.  I’ve been frustrated and have felt anger and other negative emotions and got an attitude.  I put these in check, turning this over to God, our only hope.

Treating the homeless like lepers is wrong and does not help the situation.

In her column, Attitudes towards the Homeless Affect us All, Hailey Yook relates how the homeless who are regularly seen on the Berkeley University campus, where tolerance and open mindedness are preached, are treated — very poorly.  http://www.dailycal.org/2014/03/03/attitudes-toward-homeless-affect-us/

In Bucks County, PA there are stereotypes about the homeless.  There are judgmental people who want the homeless removed from the public library in Levittown and from the nearby Veteran’s Memorial.  People need to know who the homeless really are.

A “public service announcement” video, sponsored by AHTN that was shot recently at the Veteran’s memorial and other nearby locations, instead of getting the word out and having a sober, balanced, look about  who the homeless really are, it perpetuated stereotypes, which hurts the homeless.  Except for one real homeless person the film crew talked with, whom they cherry picked to show stereotypes, the crew didn’t talk to real homeless people to get a true picture of them.  In fact, they walked right by them as if they were mannequins.

The video hurts the homeless because it depicts them as helpless people with addictions who cannot be self sufficient.

The homeless have intrinsic value.  They should not be callously pushed aside, as was the case one winter when a homeless woman with COPD wanted to stay warm in the WIC office in the municipal building  for a short time before the nearby library opened.  She had nowhere to else to go.  The government parasites gave her some cock-in-bull reason that she couldn’t stay because there was nobody waiting for their services, although this public building was open.

And there is help for the homeless.  With understanding and compassion we can help relieve the suffering of the homeless and give them hope.

Doggie Dog Homeless World Report

A fellow homeless friend of mine is at the end of his rope — has given up on life.  I try to cheer him up, wagging my tail and smiling at him, which is a temporary fix, but his frustration, defeatism, hurt and disappointment run deep.

My friend said he has a sense of ennui, which means, for those of you in Doylestown, “a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom.”  Indeed, he’s had a belly full.

He quotes T.S. Elliot:

“I should have been a pair of ragged claws

scuttling across the floors of silent seas”

My friend has also been talking about catching a train — doesn’t matter if it’s passenger or freight — between stops, and he doesn’t want to wait for the train to stop, if you get my drift.

The proverbial straw came after he was once again turned down for an apartment.  Although his credit score is low, he lived in a house he owned for almost 24 years.  After he lost his job, he didn’t let it go into foreclosure but sold it.  It was just for the past year or so that he became destitute; for many years before that he was in the black.

My friend explained all this to the manager at Levittown Trace, the last place to turn him away.  His words were wasted, as she was just a conduit who passed basic information to some A-hole at the Levittown Trace Corporate Office, and being narrow minded, just looked at numbers, one factor.

This kind of thinking seems to be an epidemic in Bucks County, PA.  The elites in Doylestown, Et al.,  just look at the definition of homelessness —  Merriam‑Webster: having no home or permanent place of residence” and form their jaundiced view regarding the homeless.  There are people who don’t have a home, so therefore, because humans live in homes and the homeless are out in the wilds, they are animals, and must be treated as such.

As is the case with my other homeless, human friends, I am at a loss at how to help them better deal with their situation.  Most of them smoke like chimneys, wasting money and ruining their health.  There’s one homeless person who is being treated for lung cancer, yet continues to smoke, despite admonishments from a friend, the doctor who is treating her cancer, and her doctor’s assistant.

The homeless don’t have many outlets, and life is generally boring for them.  As is the case some people in the general population, smoking has become  a religion.  Many are members of the Church of the Sister Nicotine and The Holy Smokes.  Instead of killing them quickly, as was the case with the Kool-Aid drinkers in Jonestown, Guyana,  http://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2011/11/drinking-the-kool-aid-a-survivor-remembers-jim-jones/248723/

the cancer sticks are killing them softly.

I thought it was interesting reading on the above link that the Kool-Aid survivor was a homeless woman who was sitting in her van when she caught a ride to La-La Land, from a man who promised hope and change.

Another escape for the homeless is booze.  I don’t understand why people imbibe, only to end up fighting one another, getting in trouble with the man, and becoming alienated from one another.

I, Homeless Dog, am in the same situation as my human homeless friends.  I don’t smoke, drink booze, bark at people or bite them.  If I’m hungry, hot, cold, thirsty, or just want to get out and stretch my legs, I let someone know.  Unlike the Bucks County establishment, I accept everybody, no matter who they are or what baggage they are carrying.

One tip I can give the homeless is to have a raison d’être.

For those of you in Doylestown, this word means “reason for being.”

My raison d’être is to try to cheer people up, like a therapy dog (who needs Penndel Mental Health Center?)  and to serve as a watchdog.

Homeless brothers and sisters, what is your raison d’être?

Being homeless is ruff, but one has to keep her tail wagging, mouth smiling, and, as Argent sang, hold your head up.

And if it’s bad
Don’t let it get you down, you can take it
And if it hurts
Don’t let them see you cry, you can take it

Hold your head up, hold your head up
Hold your head up, hold your head high

And if they stare
Just let them burn their eyes on you moving
And if they shout
Don’t let them change a thing what you’re doing

Hold your head up, hold your head up
Hold your head up, hold your head high  

Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless was created to give the homeless a chance to hold their head high by giving them a hand in developing their own homes, modeled on The Homestead Act of 1862.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homestead_Acts

It will be a tougher sell to Doylestown Democrats and RINOs than to honest Abe, but, despite them burning their eyes on us moving and barking at us, we have to not change a thing we’re doing (except for minor adjustments).

http://www.timespub.com/2015/04/30/working-for-a-place-to-stay/#more-45529 http://www.timespub.com/2015/04/30/working-for-a-place-to-stay/#more-45529

Who’s Afraid of The Big Bad (Governor) Wolf

Isn’t clean energy and a healthy economy a good thing?

With natural gas, we can have both.

But PA Governor Wolf comes to our house and dresses up like a benevolent granny.

But Little Red Riding Hood is suspicious.

“Oh what big eyes you have for our money,” Granny.

“The better to plan for your future”, Wolf replies.

“Oh what a big mouth you have,” Granny.

“The better to tell you why I know what’s best for you,” says Wolf.

“Oh what big plans you have, ” Granny.

“The better to socially engineer your life,” explains Wolf.

“Oh what big taxes you have,” Granny.

And Wolf grabs his pen and he kills jobs with his tax on gas.

In the original version of Little Red Riding Hood, the Wolf eats not only the grandmother, but Little Red Riding Hood.  In later versions, however, a woodcutter comes to the rescue and saves both granny and Little Red.

Like the woodcutter in revised version of LIttle Red Riding Hood, we the people need to ax the tax on natural gas before the Wolf can kill jobs in Pennsylvania.

Wolf’s additional, exorbitant tax will make the cost of doing business so high that it would send money to Harrisburg and deprive communities the fruit of the drillers doing business there and could drive these companies out of Pennsylvania.

Low taxes allows businesses like natural gas to thrive.  When they do, it not only creates much needed jobs, but lowers energy costs.  Low energy costs also translate to lowering the costs of other goods.

As was the case for the Great Depression, progressive policies, such as our big bad governor Wolf promulgates, creates poverty, which fosters homelessness, which is the subject of my blogs.

Pennsylvania Governor Tom Wolf, like President Barry Obama, who is an FDR copycat, is bringing us a New Raw Deal.

In his blog The Government and The Great Depression, Chris Edwards, from the Cato Institute said “The Great Depression was a disaster, and sadly an avoidable one.” Evidently, George Santayana’s warning was not heeded. Since the prosperous time after we pulled out of the depression, progressives have been pushing our country towards another depression. It’s a remake of the “good old days”, with high unemployment, poverty, government handouts, high crime, immorality, government corruption, and rampant homelessness.  http://www.cato.org/publications/commentary/notsogreat-depression

Today modern day hobos are out in the street, in places such as lower Bucks County, PA, where people skelter for shelter.

It’s a liberal lie that government intervention helps the little guy, everyday people. “Progressive” is probably a better word to describe those who hold the political philosophy that the government, through central planning (socialism) will ensure the welfare of its citizens better than a free market economy. “Progressive lie”, however, is not an alliteration. The term suggests that we should progress towards more government intervention and control in our lives in order to socially engineer a brave new world.

As Edwards points out, FDR’s New Deal “favored fat cats over average families.” The government catered to the large farms by having them even burn crops, while people go hungry, in order to reduce the supply to keep prices high. This hurt the little guy, such as the Joads, the characters depicted in John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Grapes_of_Wrath

Like Barack Obama, aka the Skinny Socialist, President Franklin D Roosevelt demonized business and free enterprise and prevented entrepreneurs from cutting prices, created scores of government jobs while the private sector diminished, gave out government handouts, and created public works projects.

Today in lower Bucks County, PA, modern hobos struggle to find a place to sleep and find work. People who suddenly become homeless in Bucks County are shocked to find that they can’t readily get into the local shelter. There is a long waiting list, and the stay is only temporary anyway. And work is hard to come by, especially for baby boomers, who make up a large chunk of the local homeless population.

During their homeless journey, the Joads found a homeless shelter. Like the one in Levittown, PA, it doesn’t have enough resources to care for all the needy families. And jobs, when they are found, pay low, and workers are taken advantage of. Both in the case of Okies such as the Joads during the great depression and today, where people find it hard to earn an honest living for an honest day’s pay, the problem was precipitated by government intrusion into the economy.

During the Eisenhower 50’s and JFK early 60’s, we overcame the harmful policies of FDR, and today we can overcome problems caused by progressive by cutting excessive regulation and taxes.  Stopping Wolf’s new energy tax is one way to accomplish this.

Homelessness today is in large part a result of progressive policies over the past few decades, as is the case in Bucks County, PA.

To help the homeless in Bucks County, Gimmee Shelter for the Homeless was created. Our aim is to give the homeless the tools to help themselves. http://www.timespub.com/2015/04/30/working-for-a-place-to-stay/#more-45529

Given the chance, many homeless will take advantage of a better deal, better than the same old raw deal falsely labeled “new” and “progressive”. Using initiative, taking personal responsibility and working hard is the way, the truth, and the light.

Stopping Wolf’s progressive policies such as Wolf’s proposed new natural gas tax will help the economy and help give the homeless more of a fighting chance to get back on their feet.

Hope for the Homeless Hope for All

There a joke about an American Indian I heard when I was a kid, called “Bowels No Move.”

There was an Indian, the joke goes, who refused to move his tepee when he was asked to move.

“Is Bowels going to move?”

“Bowels no move,” the Indian responded.

“Is Bowels going to move?”

“Bowels no move.”

This went on day after day, for several years, until one day when he was asked “Is Bowels going to move?”

“Bowels gotta move; tepee full of s***.”

Aren’t some of us like Bowels, when we continue with our destructive behavior, such as going on drunken binges, drug addiction, anger, resentment, nasty attitude towards others and on life in general and selfish, bad decisions that hurt ourselves and others around us?

Unfortunately, like Bowels, we stubbornly wallow in our manure — our self destructive behavior, until we hit rock bottom.  I see people around me, some of them friends, returning again and again to drinking, drugs, and other self destructive behavior.  A couple years ago, I fell into a pit after having continued in my wayward ways.

Once you start compromising your principles, and continue  this way unchecked, you begin a downward spiral.  It’s like falling into a black hole.  You can be sucked into sin at warp pace speed but you don’t feel like you are rapidly descending, as you’ve turned off the control switch and become oblivious to what you are doing.  You are out of control.  Indeed, I was.

The impulsive, seize the day behavior continued, and the manure mounted in my tent.  For the longest time, Bowels no move, despite loved ones asking me to come to my senses and think about  what I was doing.  But I persisted in my wayward ways.  I was the Captain of my ship.  Although I didn’t admit it, my rudder set me off course, losing my way.

I had abandoned my family.

Just before I almost completely lost my rudder, I lost my job of 12 years, my dog died, and I got into a fight with a psycho who was living at the house where I was living, who assaulted me verbally, then threatened me physically,  spitting on me and closing in on me.  I snapped and ended up grabbing my assailant and pushing her into some furniture.  I was arrested and went home, where I was not welcomed.

My funds ran dry, and I sought assistance.  I found the local Salvation Army food pantry.  I struggled to get food.  At night, my heart raced so much I almost called 911 for myself.  Like the Prodigal Son, I had squandered my heritage.  I was in solitary confinement at the bottom of a pit, wallowing in my own manure.

I was humbled, and still continue to be.

I ended up going to church at the Salvation Army Community Center, where I returned to God.

Psalm 40:2 New International Version (NIV)

2 He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.

Now starting to find my way, I found new friends, who helped me get back on the straight and narrow.  I was hurting, and I was blessed to have people around to help and comfort me.

I could not afford the Internet at the house so I used the Wi-Fi at the local library.  At the library, homeless people I recognized from the Salvation Army community meals invited me to other community meals.  I was in the right place at the right time.  I didn’t have enough food to feed myself and the community meals filled this gap.

I started hanging out with the homeless.  Like myself,  the homeless community is hurting.  Society shuns them, as if being homeless isn’t enough, and some of them have addiction problems with which they are struggling.

People were there for me, and still are, when I was hurting.  I want to be there for others.  I get frustrated at how some of them continue in self-destructive behavior, as I have, but they have to want to change.  When and how they do that is beyond my control.  The Lord controls the horizontal; God controls the vertical…  All I can do is try to help and be a good example.

2 Corinthians 5:20

We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.