ate something that tore me up, so i didn't feel like blogging last night. i am feeling better today. thankfully i was able to be here where i had a restroom to use whenever. had i not found this place to park, i would have been using a series of public restrooms, so as to not draw suspicion. that is one of the problems that a mobile yet homeless person has. they have to borrow restrooms for spit baths and when the get sick and need to go often. i'm fortunate so far, that i don't have to do that unless it hits me when i'm downtown.

us newly homeless also have to learn the "street tricks" on our own. it's not easy, and we don't always want to ask other homeless persons how they cope with this or that, nor do we always run into other homeless people to ask. at least in this town, we only have a few, unless there are more who never come out of the shadows.

it's a sad day in america to know there are so many homeless and so many more who will be by years end and beyond. for all our political blustering about being such a great nation, we have some serious issues. then again, i'm sure most countries have issues like this that they would rather keep under wraps from the rest of the world so that they don't look bad. imagine the voting block we could create by getting all the homeless, newly and old to turn out and vote. imagine too if the politicians knew that this dempgraphic was now in their face, voting for change. i'm sure that more than a few of the ivory tower types would quiver knowing they'd better finally do something about the problem instead of keeping it swept under the rug and out of media scrutiny. i read somewhere recently that capitalism only works well when there is a 5% unemployment rate. well what about the homeless rate and how does that figure in? maybe it's time to scrap or at least revamp the capitalist system if even one person has to be out of a job, homeless, or starving or any combination of those. and how many of the rich or more fortunate will either bypass my articles or read them and laugh or snicker. how many of them will read my words, but do nothing, because they think this must be due to drugs, booze, or some other problem? do i write like i'm on drugs? do i sound like an alcoholic? do i not possess some kind of intelligence that would make you want to show an interest in helping someone rebuild their life?

and how many others are there who are just like me, and just need a decent break? here is my challenge to you. pick one. whether it be me or someone else in my shoes, and get to know that person. get to know what you can do to help. a job offer, meals, shelter, anything to help someone get back on their feet. if 500 well off people sent $1 or 50 sent $5. do you have any idea how that would help someone? this is not the save the childrens fund, where you get some fake profile of a kid you can sponsor, and 80 cents of every dollar goes to heling "your child". this is real life, baby, and it's as real as it gets. we're all going to have to pull together to help each other, because times are only going to get tougher in the next 4 yrs. millionaires will be jumping off buildings again like in 1929. you just watch. this world is going to pot. even "the donald" aka trump could lose it all.

it's a very sad day indeed. so help someone. if not me, help someone else you know who is in worse shape than you are. we can't count on th government to do it. just like the obama campaign is a grassroots effort, helping your fellow man has also got to start with grassroots effort and support. you may need the same help sooner than later. where will you be when it happens and no one helps you?

ok, i'm stepping off the soapbox for now. my finger is retiring for the night!!