I only give money to thin bums. If you're a bum and you're fat, the way I see it, you've got enough. There are greater needs out there. When winter comes, you're going to be nice and cozy under your layers of dirty flesh, and what about that poor wiry schizophrenic who thinks he's slaying dragons down the street? Come one, step aside. Do the right thing for your fellow bum.
It amazes me that there are fat bums in the first place. How can there even be fat bums? How is it possible for these people who live outside and whose income consists entirely of quarters from passing strangers be eating too much? Really, you live on the streets. You have no home. You can't find 15 minutes a day to jog around the block? What kind of work ethic is that?
I guess that's how these people become bums. If you don't have the work ethic to exercize once a day when you don't even have a house, nothing's going to lift you out of the gutter.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
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