Spent a week in Denver not too long ago. It was mid Feb and cold as heck. Rode the trolley around town a few days. Every day, a different healthy young man approached me a said, "someone stole my tools, so I can't work. Can you give me something to help me get back on my feet?" It was like a damn script. I then started to notice all the homeless all over town and realized this was a welcoming place. I couldn't imagine why anyone would go to Denver to be homeless with the serious potential to literally freeze to death. But there you have it. It felt bad that by virtue of genuine charitable nature, the citizens of Denver were taken advantage.

Go to school
Pay attention in school
Graduate
Learn proper English and how to communicate with people in a respectable manner
Don't use drugs
Don't sell drugs
Don't go to prison
Don't have children until you are able and willing to raise and support them
Get a job
Go to work every day you are supposed to be there
Go to work on time
Show up prepared to work

Do those things and you won't be homeless.

Five pages worth of talk about the homeless. We do not have any concrete answers for any of it except to throw money at the problem, which apparently ain't working too well. And now, to top if off, we are letting in thousands of unknown people, who mostly do not speak the language, mostly have no skills, and we are going to support them also? Gonna be a whole lot more homeless folks who can't pay their fed, state, and local taxes that are going sky high to support these people.

Not a very good plan from where I'm sitting down here.

Must be a profitable intersection. She is someone's gravy maker.

My stepson is homeless, well not anymore, he's in jail, another story.

He got wrapped up into drugs at an early age. His mom tried to get him into counseling and he refused to go. The more she asked / spoke to him on it, the more he was driven away. They moved in with us and I have a no tolerance for that in my home and made it clear from day 1. He was selling all his possessions, stealing my liquor, stealing our loose change, and who knows what else. I finally had enough one day and we went to words.

He made it clear he could do it on his own. So off he went. Well he had a time where he was living w/ a GF. He beat her up, she reported it, then he was alone. So he went to the streets. He lived on the streets for years. Kept saying he was meant to be there. He's free to come and go. It's like camping. All this nonsense that if you read into was a cry for help. We tried just about everything we could. He went to jail a few times, now it's his home with rules, food, and a place to sleep.

Which is why she carries around a gravy towel.

Spent a week in Denver not too long ago. It was mid Feb and cold as heck. Rode the trolley around town a few days. Every day, a different healthy young man approached me a said, "someone stole my tools, so I can't work. Can you give me something to help me get back on my feet?" It was like a damn script. I then started to notice all the homeless all over town and realized this was a welcoming place. I couldn't imagine why anyone would go to Denver to be homeless with the serious potential to literally freeze to death. But there you have it. It felt bad that by virtue of genuine charitable nature, the citizens of Denver were taken advantage.