Hello Human Herd Hovering Hereabouts,
Homeless means different things to various folks. I am not going to be more boring than I usually am by defining homelessness and the many ways people define the word in their minds.
If I am living in a vehicle and have access to a place to do the doo-doo thing (excrete waste from bodily functions), take a shower and scrub the teeth surviving, eat a meal or grab food to eat inside my vehicle then I do not consider myself “homeless.”
Many people would, though.
I mostly view homeless as being forced to sleep in a shelter designated for use by homeless folks or those living in tents hidden in an out-of-the-way part of a town or city or out in the countryside away from those gatherings of humans.
Close but not quite homeless are the folks having a house or apartment or whatever to exist within but it is not a definite permanent situation.
An example of near-homelessness would be a person losing their job surviving on savings or unemployment pay or even broke (please, save money as much as possible for what too many of us inevitably face; loss of job, etc) who moves in with a friend or relative or whoever has a room or couch or place to park a vehicle to sleep in with house access or pitch a tent in the backyard or make a garage or part of a garage into a sleeping area with house access.
To save writing time when I write “house” I am thinking of any legal place where people can live with access to life ‘necessities’ as considered a necessity in ‘modern’ western countries and cultures.
In the early 1980s when struggling through one of many recessions in the USA I was ‘saved’ by attending the local junior college and receiving the pittance the USA GI Bill education allowance provided.
Unemployment in that area was around 25% or so as determined by local media doing research but the putrid, vile, disgusting, lackeys of corporations and ruling elites continued to spew their tiresome lies about the country facing 6 percent unemployment.
I wonder if those foul parasite politicians just ignored the line of job seekers in a line that curled around the block where the fast-food joint was located. Grown adults trying to grab a part-time job paying the minimum wage in place at that time.
I was in my physical prime but limited by school class hours but did have open blocks of time for work but the competition was just too intense.
I grabbed a few temporary jobs here and there but with so many people out of work the pay was always the minimum.
Yet, did living costs ever decrease as the beloved-by-the-elites economic law of “supply and demand” affected worker’s pay?
California always had high rents. I was paying $300 per month plus utilities to rent a 24-foot travel trailer in a trailer park in a small town a few miles outside Modesto, California where the college was located.
Nine miles away from the college I rode my bicycle to get to school, look for work, get to the temporary jobs I found.
No money for gas so the car I eventually lived in, a tiny 1975 Honda Civic hatchback, sat unmoving next to that tiny trailer.
Those were the days of 5-cents per package Ramen noodles and when I hit the jackpot, another minimum wage job for a few days or a couple weeks when really lucky, I was able to buy the on-sale turkey hot dogs and slice one up and toss it into the Ramen noodles.
No complaints now or then considering what could have been: famine as occurs in some parts of the planet with folks wasting away then dying.
The GI Bill was a blessing since it eventually allowed me to grab an A.S. 2-year degree but the pay schedule did not conform to reality. In December because of the 2-week Xmas vacation the GI Bill check reflected the time away from school, only half the usual $340 per month (can’t remember the exact amount but it was around that amount).
Summer vacation sucked since the checks stopped but not the living expenses.
If you did take summer-session classes you were limited for various reasons to what the federal government bureaucrats considered to be a part-time student with those GI Bill checks reduced proportionately.
Consider the aforementioned economic recession and it was tough scraping by.
So, events eventually led to my forced to abandon that tiny trailer for economic reasons.
One positive was moving away from the nearby train switching yard and the constant LOUD noises of trains revving, blaring their horns, the rumble of the fast-moving trains passing by on the main tracks… I never got used to that never-ending NOISE but a fellow has to do what he’s got to do.
On the positive side, I studied in the school library as much as possible and even dozed in an out-of-the-way comfortable padded chair when possible since it was quiet there!!!
With all that studying I got A grades on most of my classes. Not bad for the product of the dregs of USA society, the working-poor class who attended K-12 public schools at the crest of the tidal wave of the Baby Boom that overwhelmed the schools.
Raised in an area of working-poor despised commoners our education was very sub-par.
That was in the early 1960s until I graduated in the early 1970s.
It was an era when a teacher could hit a 6th-grade kid very hard in the kid’s head with a heavy textbook. When an 8th-grade art teacher could grab a kid, drag him outside and commence bouncing him off the concrete wall… and other stuff.
I never could figure out why that art teacher did that. Of course, he did have a soft side. He regularly had the 7th and 8th-grade girls sit on his lap at his desk to personally show them how to draw this or that or how to color drawings or whatever we were doing that required close-up personal attention.
I never saw any males receiving that attention but I am not complaining!!!
Yes, it was a different era. Times have changed with some things changing for the better and some things becoming worse.
And life goes on.
Let’s take a break from my written ramblings and look at some pictures.
I may be a Disgruntled Old Coot getting older every second that passes and a life-long despised commoner of the working-poor class the scum politicians and their ruling-class masters depend upon but continuously skim much of the wealth we create via our poorly-rewarded efforts but when time allowed I shunned the many diversions so many folks involve themselves in such as TV watching, partying, or whatever diversion those folks with.
I followed a different path few of my socio-economic cohort follows; self-education.
The following pic is not the actual Disgruntled Old Coot shanty but representative on my nicer-condition humble hovel;
Grandma who lived in a small, rural Nebraska town used an outhouse until 1972 when her kids chipped in to have her shanty equipped with an indoor outhouse.
While growing up in California I always looked forward to the yearly trek to the town where Ma and Pa grew up.
I had a lot of kin folk back there and the society, life-style, etc. was similar but also different to very different compared to California.
I remember using that outhouse sitting in the backyard of granny’s shanty that was inside the town.
When bath time came water from the kitchen sink was used to fill a large metal tub placed on the kitchen floor. The kitchen sink and one outside faucet rarely used was the only water source. The other grandma lived in a shack alongside the Missouri River for awhile, a few miles outside the town, and a hand-pumped well was the only water source. She moved into town in the late 1960s and lived the good life with water piped into the house!!!
The Great Depression of the 1930s decimated our “clan,” the extended family. Dad was young and grew up during that Great Depression and told of life back then.
But that is a tale for a different post.
My shanty has an indoor outhouse and running water and piped in natural gas to prevent freezing in winter and to heat water and it is something I appreciate having!!!
I have other blogs where I rant and rave about the, to me, realities of a country/culture manipulated and mauled by a few that exists at the expense of the many.
I believe there are many ‘systems’ in the USA that too-effectively immerse We, the People in life-long propaganda that convinced many ‘commoners’ that as things are is as it should be.
Yet, I still toss in snippets declaring my gratitude for the good aspects of the USA.
If you have to be homeless there are worse places to be that way than in the USA.
I believe that most school expenses are grabbed from We, the People via property tax.
Renters pay that tax via the rent paid.
The USA has a climate requiring shelter to allow sheer survival, especially when winter arrives.
Pay the wealth or lose your home or be evicted by a landlord or whatever.
The educational bureaucracies and those running those systems have manipulated the masses to create a huge scam that has made those “running the show” very wealthy with excellent benefits and wondrous pensions.
Those doing the actual teaching usually do not do badly but usually do not receive the excellent wage, benefits, etc. the commoners teaching do.
The federal-level bureaucrats shuffling your wealth here and there also do quite nicely from wages, benefits, etc. almost always much better than the despised commoners receive in the private sector.
Spread the word. Wealth grabbing from the local level, the state and federal levels, also, assists in making the acquiring of shelter more expensive than it needs to be but, again, the so-called “free market” works against the despised commoners of the USA and benefits those higher up the socio-economic hierarchy.
I was involved with the public educations system for a few years as a substitute teacher in various schools and school districts.
I was disgusted with what I witnessed and what I have learned from others via the Web.
I believe that the USA public and private school systems are mainly operated as propaganda/brainwashing entities to make the masses of students obedient, compliant, meek servants of the ruling class, corporate USA and other entities virtually economically raping We, the People; the despised commoner folks whose efforts keep the USA running and the overlords in their wealth and power.
And I cringe when I think about how many folks have been deceived by the life-long indoctrination that the USA is as it should be.
Sure, there are folks who shout or write their anger at very small portions of the “system(s)” or other parts of the HUGE multitude of “parts” of the USA; from the political aspect to economics or poor service by local government or yet another involvement in yet another overseas battle where the commoners and their kids are the ones injured and dying…
The ruling masters encourage that griping since nothing of real consequence ever changes anyway unless the masters want that change!!!
And few of the brainwashed view the possibility that the entirety of those system are corrupted, altered to benefit the ruling masters.
And life goes on…
I am back. Took a break. Added a quick entry to my MGTOW blog.
“According to the police report, the 43-year-old female bought beer for two transients on Tuesday and later asked them to watch her young daughter while she “went to make money.” Witnesses told police several people took turns watching the little girl.
“She’s beautiful. She was fun. We ran around the park. She’s a wonderful child,” a witness said
Witnesses said the girl was without water or a way out of the extreme heat for approximately four hours. “She left her kid with total strangers,” a witness said. “I’m glad that we’re honest and protective.”
That news report led to my entry at the other blog.
I enter it here because it was homeless folks that ensured the safety of the child and ensuring the wayward disgusting-to-me “mother” could be retrieved when the foul female returned.
Just because a person is homeless or semi-homeless does not mean they are bad folks.
When I started this entry I intended to mention some things a person could do to occupy themselves, especially if no job accompanies the homeless situation.
Many organizations and associations are seeking volunteers.
If one is easily reachable to where you reside consider volunteering.
Doing so can be useful when applying for a job or writing a resume.
You can mention how you have some “get up and go” and enjoy being useful and just imagine how energetic you would be if paid for performing whatever task that gives you a paycheck.
And the place you volunteer (or volunteered) at can verify your being there and declare how helpful you were and other possible positives. Just ensure those things can be said about you.
I volunteered at the nearby local Red Cross headquarters and for 8 hours 5 days per week I manned the front desk, handled incoming calls, assisted folks walking in and other tasks that could be done at the front desk such as stuffing envelopes with letters, etc.
Free food was available at times and if I was more social I could have possibly made some friends or valuable contacts, etc.
But, I was reliable and could be counted upon. I was always early, never late, so none of the paid employees ever had to fill-in to man that front desk, waiting for the volunteer to show up.
I have heard now and then about a volunteer being hired to become part of an organization’s paid staff.
There are many benefits to you and those around you if you volunteer to assist an organization.
Use the Web to assist you in finding organizations in your area needing volunteers.
Another consideration to ponder for those of you homeless now or entering the growing ranks of homelessness in a country consumed by class war.
I end this entry with my often-used quotes:
“One reason companies are so profitable is that they’re paying employees less than they ever have as a share of GDP. And that, in turn, is one reason the economy is so weak: Those “wages” are other companies’ revenue.
In short, our current system and philosophy is creating a country of a few million overlords and 300+ million serfs.” Blodget
“While the poor and middle class fight for us in Afghanistan, and while most Americans struggle to make ends meet, we mega-rich continue to get our extraordinary tax breaks,” Buffett wrote in a Sunday New York Times Op-ed.
“There has been class warfare going on,” Buffett, 81, said in a Sept. 30 interview with Charlie Rose on PBS. It’s just that my class is winning. And my class isn’t just winning, I mean we’re killing them.”
“My friends and I have been coddled long enough by a billionaire-friendly Congress.” – Billionaire Warren Buffett, in a New York Times op-ed on Aug. 15.
“There’s class warfare, all right, Mr. (Warren) Buffett said, but it’s my class, the rich class, that’s making war, and we’re winning”
Good luck to all of you and a heartfelt…
“THANKS” and “GOOD JOB”
for those folks who watched over that temporarily abandoned kid.