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But now I’m tired, so bed time. I’ll answer asks tomorrow.
But now I’m tired, so bed time. I’ll answer asks tomorrow.
THIS GUY IS GOING ON THE HOMESTUCK TAG AND THREATENING HIS DOG. I ACTUALLY LEFT BECAUSE HE STARTED TO CUT IT AND I COULDN’T HANDLE IT. HE ALSO WAS STRANGLING THE DOG.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL
I Don’t know who would do this as some kind of sick them but their are people
please be careful
GUYS THIS IS SERIOUS!!! THIS GUY IS LITERALLY ABUSING THEIR DOG!! PLEASE SPREAD THIS !!
Guess who found his fucking IP adress.
someone please help find him! I dont know how to myself!
Address is Kerrville, Texas. Off a road called “Horseshoe Ridge”. Latitude is 30.0452
and the longitude is -99.1682.
spread it you guys
Whos needs the fbi when you got tumblr
vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless /hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell
|He grinned, kissing her. "She's only done it once so far."|
Pitch hummed and leaned forward. “Strong stomach.”
The 1% wants to ban sleeping in cars - it hurts their ‘quality of life’
April 16, 2014
Across the United States, many local governments are responding to skyrocketing levels of inequality and the now decades-long crisis of homelessness among the very poor … by passing laws making it a crime to sleep in a parked car.
This happened most recently in Palo Alto, in California’s Silicon Valley, where new billionaires are seemingly minted every month – and where 92% of homeless people lack shelter of any kind. Dozens of cities have passed similar anti-homeless laws. The largest of them is Los Angeles, the longtime unofficial “homeless capital of America”, where lawyers are currently defending a similar vehicle-sleeping law before a skeptical federal appellate court. Laws against sleeping on sidewalks or in cars are called “quality of life” laws. But they certainly don’t protect the quality of life of the poor.
To be sure, people living in cars cannot be the best neighbors. Some people are able to acquire old and ugly – but still functioning – recreational vehicles with bathrooms; others do the best they can. These same cities have resisted efforts to provide more public toilet facilities, often on the grounds that this will make their city a “magnet” for homeless people from other cities. As a result, anti-homeless ordinances often spread to adjacent cities, leaving entire regions without public facilities of any kind.
Their hope, of course, is that homeless people will go elsewhere, despite the fact that the great majority of homeless people are trying to survive in the same communities in which they were last housed – and where they still maintain connections. Americans sleeping in their own cars literally have nowhere to go.
Indeed, nearly all homelessness in the US begins with a loss of income and an eviction for nonpayment of rent – a rent set entirely by market forces. The waiting lists are years long for the tiny fraction of housing with government subsidies. And rents have risen dramatically in the past two years, in part because long-time tenants must now compete with the millions of former homeowners who lost their homes in the Great Recession.
The paths from eviction to homelessness follow familiar patterns. For the completely destitute without family or friends able to help, that path leads more or less directly to the streets. For those slightly better off, unemployment and the exhaustion of meager savings – along with the good graces of family and friends – eventually leaves people with only two alternatives: a shelter cot or their old automobile.
However, in places like Los Angeles, the shelters are pretty much always full. Between 2011 and 2013, the number of unsheltered homeless people increased by 67%. In Palo Alto last year, there were 12 shelter beds for 157 homeless individuals. Homeless people in these cities do have choices: they can choose to sleep in a doorway, on a sidewalk, in a park, under a bridge or overpass, or – if they are relatively lucky – in a car. But these cities have ordinances that make all of those choices a criminal offense. The car is the best of bad options, now common enough that local bureaucrats have devised a new, if oxymoronic, term – the “vehicularly housed”.
People sleeping in cars try to find legal, nighttime parking places, where they will be less apparent and arouse the least hostility. But cities like Palo Alto and Los Angeles often forbid parking between 2am and 5am in commercial areas, where police write expensive tickets and arrest and impound the vehicles of repeat offenders. That leaves residential areas, where overnight street parking cannot, as a practical matter, be prohibited.
One finds the “vehicularly housed” in virtually every neighborhood, including my own. But the animus that drives anti-homeless laws seems to be greatest in the wealthiest cities, like Palo Alto, which has probably spawned more per-capita fortunes than any city on Earth, and in the more recently gentrified areas like Los Angeles’ Venice. These places are ruled by majorities of “liberals” who decry, with increasing fervor, the rapid rise in economic inequality. Nationally, 90% of Democrats (and 45% of Republicans) believe the government should act to reduce the rich-poor gap.
It is easy to be opposed to inequality in the abstract. So why are Los Angeles and Palo Alto spending virtually none of their budgets on efforts to provide housing for the very poor and homeless? When the most obvious evidence of inequality parks on their street, it appears, even liberals would rather just call the police. The word from the car: if you’re not going to do anything to help, please don’t make things worse.
“Their hope, of course, is that homeless people will go elsewhere…”
HOW? WITH WHAT FUNDS? FOR WHOSE BENEFIT? TO WHERE?
Our society’s approach to its most vulnerable members: I don’t want to see them suffer—so get them out of my sight!
For these sacks of shit, “elsewhere” means the land of the dead. They want homeless people dead. It’s as simple as that.
If I ever turned invisible the first thing I’d do is go to France and beat up a mime. Everyone would think he is the greatest performer to ever live.
|He blushes even more. "I... I mean... d-do you... I..." Looks down hiding his face.|
He leaned forward, lips a breath away.
He cocked his head. “Do I what?”
He gasps looking at the other male. “P-Pitch…”He smirked and pinned him against the wall. “Yes?”
Evan looks at him wide eyed. “W-What… are you doing..?” Asks blushing.Pitch chuckled and dipped his head, pressing his lips against Evan’s.
He kisses him back moaning softly and tries to press against him.One arm snaked around his waist.
Evan smiles looking at him “Pitch…” whispers trying to reach him so he can kiss him.
|"That's right. I always dealt with the spit up. You never saw Hayden do it."|
Pitch huffed, arms crossing over his chest.
|"Not too soon, she might spit up." He warned.|
He took his hand away, looking positively cowed.