I suggest we call them “the pointless.”
It is unacceptable that nearly a half million people in America can’t find a home to protect them from the elements.
There are so many charitable organizations, so many beds, so many opportunities and so many shelters that the term “homeless” does not apply.
These brothers and sisters on the street are “the pointless.”
They are folks who have lived their lives to a certain juncture, and really see no advantage in continuing to try to be solvent, functioning, or for that matter, contributing.
Maybe this decision was arrived at through addiction.
Perhaps it was mental illness.
Do they have a disability?
Do they just enjoy living on the darker edges of the streets?
I don’t know.
But you certainly cannot refer to them as homeless.
Housing possibilities and living quarters are constantly available.
We can no longer say that these Spartans cannot get a job—the unemployment rate is so low that McDonald’s is hanging out in the avenues, passing out applications.
I have every intention of continuing to be generous and open to these who are so situated. But I am no longer going to propagate the myth of “homelessness.”
I am giving my funds, my mercy and a moment of my time to the pointless.
We can gather the five hundred thousand people on the streets and take care of every one of them through a one-dollar-a-week payroll tax on each worker’s paycheck. Yes—four dollars a month.
It’s about fifty dollars a year per taxpayer, and if you multiply that by two hundred million payees, you come up with trillions of dollars. Don’t you think we could probably lodge some folks comfortably and feed them for that sum?
Of course we could.
But it wouldn’t eliminate the problem—for they aren’t homeless. They are pointless.
- They’ve lost their point of attack.
- They’ve lost their point of purpose.
- And they’ve lost their point of reasoning.
After all, nobody grows up wishing they could someday be homeless, freshening up in a bird bath at the park.
Their brain, soul and emotions have placed them in this cauldron of vulnerability—to suffer the dire situation.
So God bless the pointless.
And every time I use the word, please realize that I am not being critical—just avoiding condemnation or useless pity.
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