I hate giving to charity.
It’s even worse at the end of the year.
The loud bells ringing at every store entrance every holiday season
almost ruins the whole season for me, it’s so annoying. These people, campaigning for freeloaders,
expect me to gladly hand over my hard earned money. How laughable. They should all work harder at getting a
job. That’s what my Old Man would say if
he were still here kicking it with us.
That’s what he always said about beggars, the homeless, and any type of
freeloading trash.
Have you ever noticed that needy people have a certain
smell? And I’m not talking so much about
their literal, physical smell, though you can and will often quickly tell that
they’re coming or have just left an area by their shouting aroma. You can instantly tell that they aren’t
wearing what we do on the Upper Eastside is all I’m saying. Don’t judge me here; I’m just the messenger
saying what’s on all of our minds. But
back to my point, I guess what I’m talking about is more so their energy. I’m talking about how their energy reeks with
desperation. I’m talking about how their
eyes are all full of dependence and squander, and self righteous entitlement
when I tell them to piss off and go do some real work. The nerve of them, I mean really. How pathetic.
If freeloaders put half as much energy and time into working
as they did into begging, then they wouldn’t be in the position of needing to
beg in the first place. Good luck ever getting
one of those hippies to ever see that though.
They want to be the victims, they want you to feel sorry for them so
then that way they aren’t judged when they spend their time not working and
freeloading off your dime and nickel every chance they get. Feed the poor, don’t make me laugh. That cup of entitlement looks pretty full
from where I’m sitting.
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