I’m not an uberconservative, to-hell-with-the-homeless guy. I know full well that there are a range of factors that drive people to homelessness, often outside of their control - drug addiction, mental illness, an economy that seems to be on a dedicated search-and-destroy mission against the middle class.
But for the love of Ford, this is absurd. In order to get to my morning commute bus stop, I need to take a relatively secluded footpath. This place is, apparently, the perfect place for my neighborhood’s homeless people to relieve themselves. And yes, I’m pretty sure that we’re talking about human waste here. I haven’t scrutinized closely, but the … deposits … are rather too large to be attributed to any but the very largest dogs.
I really, really wish these guys wouldn’t make me walk past their waste on my way to work. It’s a wretched start to the morning. And the thing is, for all that their lives are undeniably wretched, these men do have choices. Heck, I’ve actually spoken to several of the homeless guys in my neighborhood (and we don’t have a huge number of them). When it’s cold out, I often offer to call the hypothermial hotline for a shelter transport. Shelters, by the way, have bathrooms.
I’ve never had anyone take me up on it. The reasons given are rarely unreasonable - the shelters smell, or people fear getting their things stolen, and so on. Fair enough. But while going to the shelter might not be a perfect solution, I have to believe that it’s preferable to relieving yourself in public.
I know that homeless men might seem like unfair Pitting targets. But the Pit is the place where we talk about, amongst other things, people whose choices make our lives less pleasant. These guys could make a different, and far more sanitary, choice if they wished. They don’t, so they get pitted.