on how much i hate ignorance:

[onetinsoldier]

i am so sick and tired of people asking me for a donation for some dinky, little, poverty-stricken country every time i go into my dining hall. they should take their charity and shove it up their vain "ooooh look at me i'm a do-gooder" behinds. what good are we doing if we are giving the money of our country away to other nations when we still

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[anonymous]

heey jake. congrats you have proved yourself to be the epidomy of arrogant, spoiled American. let me tell you something bro, i live in a very poverty stricken city. d.c is surrounded with the realities of the country. the bums that roam the street late at night without "shelter" do so by choice. every city offers quite a few homeless shelters that freely hand out food and an ample amount of beds to sleep in. ok so now to put things back into perspective for your ignorant, misinformed ass lets look at countries like nigeria, mauratania or hell pretty much anywhere in africa, there people are actually starving to death. maybe you should look up the word "starving". hundreds of people die in africa a day from starvation while your poor people here live like kings in comparison. so agian jake just as ive always told you, maybe you should think before you talk. save your shitty-ass, isolationist comments for the rush limbaugh show.

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[onetinsoldier]

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a little bit of perspective:

[onetinsoldier]

(*note, funkyjunky045 posted the wonderful preceding comment)

FunkyJUnky045: ive had some really bad expierences with hobos
FunkyJUnky045: so its kind of an issue with me
FunkyJUnky045: yeah the ones in dc just spend all the change they get to drown away on booze
FunkyJUnky045: yeah so i was walking to work one day when this crack junky bum randomly jumped out at me and forced me to spill blistering hot coffee on myself
FunkyJUnky045: which in turn has spured my hatred of the homeless
FunkyJUnky045: no it wasnt so much about the spilled coffee, or the third degree burns on my chest that still havent healed. what hurt most was my damaged pride