Maybe our world needs soup lines and 30% unemployment.
Back in the days of living with high anxiety and a street tramp around every
corner, I came to believe in those w/o any hope for the future by the way they
held their collective heads up even when they should of been hanging down.
The neighborhood was run down in this part of Phoenix on, 14th and Van Buren
where I wandered aimlessly to only find escape from my stressors in life. Street
whores, old ladies pushing shopping cart buggies and cop cars were what I saw
the most on them streets down by the Arizona capitol building. Tent city for the
homeless, a plasma bank (stab lab), liquor stores and a few small markets lined
the blocks around the acres of land where the most powerful people in Arizona
made laws to put on the people of Arizona.
I knew the poorest of the poor down there, cuz I slept on the floors of their
utility less cottages. No electricity, no heat for the cold desert nights, no real
furniture except for old mattresses lying on the floor to make sitting easier on
your ass. One of the families I came to know quite well were from New Mexico.
They traveled like nomads hoping to find a real life, as most were out there on
the streets. They had 8 kids (all girls), mom was slow upstairs and their dad
was as well. They got $400 in total for food, rent and clothes. They were on the
welfare. Which was not jack compared to Minnesota welfare, where they would
pay your rent, give you cash plus food stamps for a year at a time. I'm talkin
bout 1990/91. Arizona gave out stamps, but not much. They would not put you
up in AZ unless you had kids from AZ or lived there a certain amount of time.
The money was not enough so this family had to rely on handouts from
homeless organizations, and by begging. I hated to see the poor people living in
this third world down there. Those 8 kids went to school in Phoenix dressed in
tattered clothing but it was clean tattered clthing.
The capitol was right there. A few miles away were the cities of Scottsdale,
Mesa, Moon Valley and Paradise Valley where the affluent lived, I made my way
over there a few times to see how life was in the wealthy suburbs of Phoenix. (I
was a man from Minnesota who grew up in a lower middle class family of 9 who
set out to escape the world hoping to find a life). Rolls Royce's, Mercedes,
Lincoln's, Caddies, Porches and any other hibuck car you can think of were seen
by me while scooping the hood of the rich. The wining and dining cafes, and
super clubs were numerous on Scottsdale Boulevard. I remember seeing Stevie
Nicks' house behind a gate, as well as Alice Coopers shack up on the top of
small mountain. I felt so inferior I did not engage in conversation with anyone, I
did not feel like they cared for people like me up there in their world of glitz and
glamour. There were no ladies pushing 2 wheeled shopping carts down the
sidewalk. The only hookers I saw were an occasional tow truck backed up fixin
to take away someone's ride. I'm sure the owner had a fit about that tow ticket.
The wealthy really love there money. They love it so much they will not give
any away if it is needed to help the less fortunate. I saw it as an addiction, and i
still do. Addicted to money and things/stuff.
I dreamed about driving one of them there rides up in Scottsdale, and
even owning me a shack up on a mountain top, but, I can do without today
unless it is in my future to be so lucky.
Back in the ghetto of Phoenix, I knew people who were not wealthy helping the
poor. I did not know anyone who was wealthy helping the poor. The streets of
poor Phoenix had it's occasional driveby of Mercedes owner, but that was
usually a drug buy or a hooker pick up headin out to a motel or back home to
do up the dope.
Mac and Isabelle ran the Whole Life Foundation on 14th and Van Buren in Phx,
next to the capitol where wealthy people ignored the people living right outside
their windows. I doubt if they ever looked outside, it's not there if you don't see
it. They ran the government for the rich and wealthy. The poor, or needy had to
live on what they could scrounge up on the streets. Hell, a Jack in the Box
might have some old burgers in their dumpster. I knew some people who
dumpster dived every night for Jack in the Crack (pun) throw aways. Some
even sold them for half off the store price.
The Whole Life Foundation was opened in response to Reagen's unleashing
millions of mentally ill people from state hosptials to save money for the
government. I got to know many of them at the Whole Life Foundation. They
were sad people, and mentally disturbed. I helped many of them feel better
about life by listening to their stories of being shunned by their government.
Some of them spoke about their rich families pushing them away. They were
kicked to the curb because the almighty dollar was more important than their
own family blood.
It might hurt them to spend any money to keep them on the meds they need to
stay mentally stable. It would kill them if they had to dip into their wining and
dining money. Many times on the streets from Memphis to Phoenix, I heard of
people being beat for being poor. "leave me alone, get a job you fucking bum".
I heard it, thousands of others in distress have heard it. I remember being spit
on and pushed to fight a guy because I was standing in the street waiting to get
on the Labor Force van. I was a piece of shit loser to him. That's what he called
me. "Get out of the way you fucking bum!!". I was a poor man only going to
work for $3.25 cash money. While he sat in his souped up nice truck thinking
he was the king of the fucking world.
Most of the people I met on the streets in Phoenix were very nice. The people
who were the most genuine were the homeless, and those who gave of
themselves to help the destitute.
My thoughts of heartlessness take me to what is happening in the repiglican
party today. They remind me of Phoenix back in 1990/91 when I was a tramp.
Heartless cold people with only one care in their world is what I think of.
Money is their addiction. Cold hard cash can go very far when it is in the hands
of those who use for more than a stock option or another house on a beach in
Malibu or LaJolla. Hell!! Get one up in the hills of Paradsise Valley AZ!!.
The Repigs show nothing but disdain for those who need a hand for awhile until
they can get on their feet. Our president, Obama, has tried to get jobs
packages through many times to no avail, because of Repig blockades. The
Repigs hate O cuz he cares for people. O is also the wrong color for them. He's
a n_____ in our white house!!
Handouts and welfare for those needing help should be there for any person/s
needing it no matter your status in life.
My distaste is still there when I think of the way the wealthy, and the rich turn
a cold shoulder to their fellow man.
Having nowhere to go and no food to eat should be outlawed by our
government for the wealthy and then rich.
Our government treats the poor on the streets just like the wealthy do.
Don't ask for handouts cuz our on your own.
The people of this great nation need a wake up in the form of a real reality
check.
Maybe our world needs soup lines, 30% unemployment and Wall Street laying
on the streets dead for the bread/$ to flow to all people, not just the wealthy
and the rich.
Equality? Who ever heard of such a thing...
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Can you please include some double-spaced paragraph breaks?
Like this?
Otherwise people may end up with migraines trying to read it all.
Again, NOT trying to be a troll or an ass. Just some friendly advice. 
