What can you say? The hobo just wanted it more.

Bum

–noun
1. a person who avoids work and sponges on others; loafer; idler.
2. a tramp, hobo, or derelict.

This guy is wearing a suit and tie, he's wearing headphones, presumably connected to some kind of audio device, how does he qualify as a bum. I do hope it's not because of skin color.

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On the plus side, they all get a complementary hobo redneck henchman to back them up.

^dannym

Hahaha so true, the level of respect that public transport gets is never that high. Or youd just have hoboes permanently living in them. I hate to say it but this is never going to go anywhere as far as public transportation. Cool idea but unless this guy finds some other niche for this thing, he just wasted a lot of money

Shnikies!
Next time I'm a'hobo'n, I'm goona hop onto the car with the camera... 'cause all the other cars are fukt.

I have fond memories of watching The Littlest Hobo on Sunday mornings at home with my brother. It was always the first show on after children's TV finished, that and other classics like the A-Team. This is brilliant.

>> ^rich_magnet:
What an anachronistic mashup. It's sort of works, however.


It does indeed! Awesome mashup. I miss that show :{

Thanks for the promote Bee.

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*promote

Good boy! I mean...Bad dog! Eating a hobo's weedplant

i just downvoted my first qm comment.
(i think, i maybe proven wrong, but i dont REMEMBER voting another one down)

No, there have to be others. I'm pretty sure you hated me when you first started commenting.

taking care of eachother as a national ideal is not the same thing as "celebrating" being downtrodden. i suppose you celebrate the kind of greed which creates this human refuse. with compassion, we all grow stronger.

im confused as to your idea of morality.

Since you have firsthand experience in these matters, I have to wonder why you think "greed" is the cause of homelessness. What about mental illness, drug addiction, abusive homes, etc?

Treating homelessness is a logistical nightmare. Half of the money set aside for food stamps goes UNspent, and even if you could round up the homeless to feed them, the ACLU would sue any organization that "violated the rights" of the homeless by putting the mentally ill in an institution.

As in all things, there are no solutions, only trade-offs.



I was orig. addressing the other side of enoch's quote:

"A measure of a society can be made on how it treats its elderly, children and weakest members"

Years ago I read a similar sentiment painted on a wall in Berkeley, CA...

The area of Berkeley I visited had a university campus, with tuition costs of 50K per annum, surrounded by blocks of expensive businesses whose walkways were crowded with young, healthy, able-bodied bums; what they lacked in money they made up for in self-righteousness.

They demanded money because, hey, you were working weren't you? You could afford it!

When hobos were roaming the country in the 1930s, they always offered to work for food or other items. Now there's an entitlement mentality, part of which includes blaming society for self-inflicted wounds.

What about the government/society that celebrates victimhood, creates dependency and makes people weaker?

To answer my own question, last year Florida taxpayers spent 100 million in "free" medical care for illegal aliens, Texas taxpayers spent 250 million, and California? One Billion dollars.

Do you think that one billion spent on illegal invaders might have helped these homeless people instead?

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lets see..
so spring 2001 i must be 18...
my 2 best lady friends and i are leaving some function in downtown fort worth.. 2 am...
we get side swiped by this ass in a broken hyundai that promptly speeds off that
leaves us with a disabled vehicle on the northside (ooo thats the scary side where all the brown people live) of downtown at 2 am. police are called.
we sit on the curb to wait.

a hideous 1981 lincoln pulls up beside us, it was previously driving the wrong way down a one way street for quite some time.

road wolf steps out. unlaced combat boots, one sock, shredded shorty short cut off jeans, worn, greasy, smell molly hatchet shirt. coarse gray beard, dirty face, insane head of long gray hair. about 5'8" semi-girthy...

he is come to save the day. he cant leave 3 lovely young ladies alone on a dangerous street corner in the middle of the night. he will wait with us until the police arrive.

being the outgoing chatty one of the 3 who thinks everyone is great and should be welcomed warmly into my life without an ounce of foresight or thought. i procede to engage in fascinating conversation with road wolf, while my lady friends see exactly so clearly what will happen next. as they are blessed with foresight and haven taken an accurate account of my personal history.

i learn that road wolf lives in his car with 3 delightfully smelly stray dogs, 5 pots, 2 pans, 10 cans of beans, 4 changes of clothes, 2 canteens, 1 case of dog food, 1 can opener, 1 mug, 1 spoon, 1 fork, 3 blankets, and a quart of oil.

road wolf learns that i live in an old house by the university with some friends and work at a coffee shop near by.

he has apparently just been released from a mexican prison for killing a federali. he left behind his beautiful latin love. his heart is broken. but he is pissed the fuck off at some albanian coke dealers. they have done something terrible. they took off to san antonio and set up their headquarters there. FUCK THOSE ALBANIAN COKE DEALERS. he is waiting for some guns to arrive from his cuban friends, then he is taking off to san antonio to KILL THOSE FUCKING ALBANIANS.

instead of sounding paranoid and bizzarre to me, it sounds LIKE A GRAND ADVENTURE TO HAVE. road wolf wants to take me with him i say FUCK YEAH ROAD WOLF LETS KILL THOSE FUCKING ALBANIANS. i learn that he also hates the fuck out of castro and in his youth was hired by the mexican government to assisinate him. he failed. was humilatiated. and has vowed revenge. WHY THE FUCK NOT HOP ON A TRAIN TO SAN ANTONIO, SHOOT SOME FUCKING ALBANIAN COKE DEALERS IN THE FUCKING FACE THEN TAKE OFF TO CUBA AND ATTEMPT TO ASSISINATE CASTRO??!?!!? WHY THE FUCK NOT?!??! 18 year old bea thinks this an extremely amusing adorable conversation. and sooo excited to have made a fascinating new friend. with an irrestible combination of love and rage. perception and madness.

my friends settle up business with the cops, and drag me away from road wolf relunctantly. but not before he hugs me tight and kisses me passionately.

when we get home my friends have to inform me that road wolf is insane and our idea to run away together is fucking insane. and will never happen. he is a paranoid old bum and i am to forget that ever happened. he will not remember once his crack high wears off. ... ok.....

2 days later road wolf shows up at the coffee shop i work at with a trunk full of guns. apparently his shorts are even shorter this time and his shirt has been cut off at the waist. he informs the kids working the shop that he is here to see me "shes not working today" ..."ohh.. well i got all dressed up and combed my hair for her, were going to san antonio, ill just wait here" so the crazy crackhead bum spends several hours in the upscale yuppie coffee house offending people. and i get angry phone calls from my friends at the shop.

road wolf continues to show up at the coffee house either while im not working or have been forced to hide in the back room by friends who have more sense than i.

this goes on for about 2 weeks until road wolf shows up the shop i get a call at home (btw my home at this point is also where all the baby crusty train hopping punk kids hang out and sleep), so back to the phone call, work dude calls me "whos over there right now?" "ahren, josh, grayson,etc" "does ahren have his shank on him?" (ahren=boyfriendishlikebutnotreeeeaalllydude at the time) "sure..." " get them down here right the fuck and now have them take out road wolf once and for all"

jesus fuck, so me and the boys load into the car and drive to coffee shop upon arrival we see 2 police cars surrounding a naked road wolf.

he had apparently decided it was a grand idea to strip naked and smoke crack on the patio of the coffee shop.

road wolf was hauled off to jail and i never saw him again...

and noone had to get bum shanked in an epic hobo battle for my love.
xoxo
bea