RacistOriginally Posted by maebach
RacistOriginally Posted by maebach
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RealistOriginally Posted by Chip Monk
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Thank you.Originally Posted by Gripper
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Yes, and most of them live north of the border.Originally Posted by Mr JP Fugley
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It's well known, that a capitalist society is dependent on having a large unemployed sector...it keeps the wages low.
This is not the biggest problem in the UK...and you know it!
Which border would that be Nigel?Originally Posted by Nigel
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The one by the watford gap.
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That seems unlikely, isn't Nigel a Dutch lad?Originally Posted by Gripper
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Isn't Dutchland norf of watford??
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The thing is, these sort of topics cause "infighting" which is not socialist policy but more ruling class say,.. Capitalist; divide and rule. Abuse is there for certain...One should begin at the top and not at the bottom where people are struggling to survive; maybe even trying to raise children.
and talking of borders...now playing on my radio, "Borders of Salt - Dan ar braz![]()
This reminds me of a sociology project I did in my early college years:
It was the first day of a group project researching the homeless. I was in my truck in the parking lot of an HEB (grocery store) when an obviously homeless woman came up and asked I had any work she could do like cleaning house, or washing clothes. She said that she would work for meals. Normally I would have blown her off but having this project I decided to dig a bit further.
Something about didn't add up to me. She seemed about fifty and was wearing a type of old suit. Her shoes looked a bit too nice as did her purse, but she was well weathered.
I asked her if five dollars would help and she said it would. I pulled a fiver from my wallet and asked (before I handed it to her) if she got many jobs working for food. She said "Some" and I then asked how many times in the past month would she estimate that she has worked for food?
"Not many"
"Five times?"
She replied that she didn't think it had been that many. I asked, "Two times"
She mustered a smile and almost a laughed as if she felt she had earned the five bucks in my hand already. "Okay, twice.
I asked her name and she inquired if I was "the law" to which I replied, "No, I'm just an ordinary taxpayer."![]()
She told me her name was Mary (probably bs. I could have yelled "Hey Mary" and a half a dozen women would have looked over)
We got to talking about the "sales pitches" of the homeless and how they attempt to make their living and why she chose this technique.
"A sign would never work, not for a woman. And you'd never catch me out on the freeway, and sure not with a sign. Wouldn't be five minutes before I'd have a cop on me."
I asked her how much she made on an average day and she seemed to get quite angry. For a moment I thought she was going to walk away from the five dollars I still had in my hand. She didn't though.
"Look buddy, I'm not working any kind of game. I'm like a lot of other people right now. I'm down you know. I'm just trying to make it, that's all."
Would she really work for meals?
"Damn right."
How about right now? Would she go to my place and clean it up after I gave her dinner? She was shaking her head before I had finished and I felt that she had heard that proposal before. "No, not today. I can't go right now because I have things to do."
I didn't ask her what things she had to do that couldn't wait. Figured she wouldn't tell me. Probably what she had to do was work that parking lot, offering to clean houses in return for meals.
Before she walked away, she did take the five dollars though.
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