When the crackheads role into your neighbourhood and start puking, passing out and sleeping on your curb with soggy piss pants - you move. You pack up your sh*t and find a new place to call home.
I visited president Obama's house last week. It is big and white. He has tonnes of security and big fences. On the sidewalk one block away lives a homeless crackhead. I walked by and he was unconscious, yet his hand was still raised hoping for some charity. Coins rattled out of his motionless hand being offered by the tourists wandering around trying to get a glimpse of Obama; whom they hoped would be peaking out of one of his many upstairs windows. Tricky President.
I guess Obama can't move...at least for four years. But what do you do about these folks lying in the gutter in front of your "palace"? Maybe nothing. Here in Ottawa we have our share of homeless people, but our leader shuffles off to Rockcliffe Park to get away from the riff raff.
Shipping them away is deemed too Conservative - help them: too Liberal. Obama has to run the USA and ponder the problem of crackheads invading his new home. Being at the top in the US can be rough indeed.
I talked to one nice old homless lady. She told me to keep my kids safe, she blessed them and me...I just returned the blessing. God bless her and all of Obama's neighbours.
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weird dichotomy, that white house. and why is it white? and why does it have to be so separate? and why...sorry. too many questions. good post olliecakes.
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