i help people get a meal everyday by working my ass off full time and paying my taxes
personally id rather give my ten dollars to some poor kid dying of cancer then to give it to some dood who's gonna buy booze for it. but thats just me
First, if you donate to actual philanthropies you can deduct it from your taxes, so it's really, really easy to give your tax money to people you want.
But to me, I'm not 100% sure how hard I've thought about it, but I truly think that there are people who panhandle on the street who are willing to get themselves help, but who aren't capable of it. There's this one woman who I specifically won't give money to, and it's only because she is there every single day, sometimes with her cup full and sometimes with it empty. But no matter what, she's still there every single day. The people who I give money to tend to never come back, and I like it that way.
I usually accompany giving them my money with something like "Go get yourself some help" or something like that. Because it's out there, if they want it.
When I was in Detroit last night with Brando, the INSTANT we got out of his car, some guy came up to us and was trying to get "donation" money for some candy bars that he stole.
The last time I was in Detroit before that, I had at least 10 people come up to me while I was waiting in line outside the Fillmore that were trying to panhandle for some bogus Vietnam Vet fund.
For the most part, Crabcore is an offshoot of Christcore, with similar hairstyles, v-necks, tight pants and religious beliefs. It appears the only difference between the two (besides excessive vocoder usage, eurodance beats and unnecessary breakdowns every 30 seconds) is that followers of the crabcore persuasion will squat like a girl taking a piss in the woods during their power stances.
Much like the locomotion, macarena, watusi, cabbage patch, mashed potato, and even the urkel, the crabcore craze will be over sooner than it started. Ripped denim crotches everywhere are thankful.
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But to me, I'm not 100% sure how hard I've thought about it, but I truly think that there are people who panhandle on the street who are willing to get themselves help, but who aren't capable of it. There's this one woman who I specifically won't give money to, and it's only because she is there every single day, sometimes with her cup full and sometimes with it empty. But no matter what, she's still there every single day. The people who I give money to tend to never come back, and I like it that way.
I usually accompany giving them my money with something like "Go get yourself some help" or something like that. Because it's out there, if they want it.
The last time I was in Detroit before that, I had at least 10 people come up to me while I was waiting in line outside the Fillmore that were trying to panhandle for some bogus Vietnam Vet fund.
For the most part, Crabcore is an offshoot of Christcore, with similar hairstyles, v-necks, tight pants and religious beliefs. It appears the only difference between the two (besides excessive vocoder usage, eurodance beats and unnecessary breakdowns every 30 seconds) is that followers of the crabcore persuasion will squat like a girl taking a piss in the woods during their power stances.
Much like the locomotion, macarena, watusi, cabbage patch, mashed potato, and even the urkel, the crabcore craze will be over sooner than it started. Ripped denim crotches everywhere are thankful.