Seems to me that there are more homeless now than ever before. Makes me want to save more and spend less as I have a subconscious fear of being in their shoes myself. Don’t know if their is a “homeless” effect on the markets but I suspect a large number of people feel the same way I do. Probably has no effect on investors but may on the economy in general. Fear can be very powerful.
I think there’s also a trend to police not being as “proactive”, where it can be seen as brutal. This is probably a good thing. Ten years ago, they might have been hauled off to jail at the slightest pretext.
[quote=spdrun]I think there’s also a trend to police not being as “proactive”, where it can be seen as brutal. This is probably a good thing. Ten years ago, they might have been hauled off to jail at the slightest pretext.[/quote]
Interesting read, never thought about the pet problem that people have when sheltering. Have noticed a lot of pan handlers with dogs, I guess they are not staying in a shelter.
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I’m not turning
I’m headin for a land that’s far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we’ll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there’s a land that’s fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer’s trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around ’em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain’t no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I’m a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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