By Max R. Weller
I’m returning to the Great Outdoors in the old north Boulder neighborhood either tomorrow or Friday at the latest. I think it would be a good idea to hang around and see what’s happening for a few days, before I again risk leaving my campsite in the daytime to shop at King Soopers on Table Mesa and visit either CU’s Norlin Library or the George Reynolds Branch Public Library. I need to stock up on food and books first, but the weather should be suitable both day and night.
I’ve adopted a Mission Statement, of sorts, for this blog:
I refuse to support the transients (bums) in any way, so long as the needs of homeless families with kids, the mentally ill, and the developmentally disabled who wind up on the streets are being shortchanged — in favor of Drunk Brian and his friends being enabled in their drinking/drugging, petty criminal lifestyle.
Yes, I know that mission statements are usually affirmations of Pollyanna-ish goals. That’s not ME, and it wouldn’t fit the circumstances I deal with as Homeless Philosopher.
Sometimes, the stupidity of people here in Boulder County, CO is astounding. Read this letter-to-the-editor of the Daily Camera from E. Scott MacInnis of Longmont. Copied below are a few online comments which follow it:
homelessphilosopher: All you have to do is consider the homeless alcoholics/drug addicts receiving monthly disability benefits from Uncle Sugar, over $700 now, which they promptly spend on booze and dope and partying in a cheap motel for a week or so — and then they are destitute for the rest of the month.
In the Fairy Tale World of utopian do-gooders, this is a boon to everyone. In the Real World where most of us live, it benefits only liquor store owners and dope dealers.
Gimme my Obama birth control! Oh, wait . . . That’s also bull****.
oryoki: What do you do with yours?
homelessphilosopher: Are you joking?
I receive no government benefits of any kind — not even food stamps — and the only private nonprofit I patronize is Boulder Shelter for the Homeless for a morning shower (when I’m in that city) and to maintain a small locker with a change of clothes. I could easily make other arrangements for both if BSH closed for any reason.
Despite my poverty, I live a more satisfying life than any of the dozens of permanent dependents on the social services system I know. That has a lot to do with being clean and sober; it also comes from refusing to allow the bums to drag me down into their self-absorbed misery, which is being enabled by the do-gooders.
Another chapter of the ongoing Patti Adler saga published in the DC. There never was a story here, just the paranoia of Patti and her immature supporters along with the naivete of a cub reporter. Anyway, online comments copied below:
Lgmtgal: Thanks for the photo. Why doesn’t she use real prostitutes? Would it be because the reality of that life is far uglier than these students dressed up in what likely will become their halloween costumes?
homelessphilosopher: That’s what I suggested to the Adler supporters in their Facebook group; eventually, I was blocked from it because I kept asking questions about her teaching methods.
I did learn one thing: other sociology professors around the country do, in fact, take the time to expose their students to real people from the streets.
Maybe Patti Adler doesn’t want reality to intrude into her own version of deviance, or she’s just lazy.
caddis: The Last Waltz?