Hobos are one thing, the suburbanites that constantly defend them are another thing.
Ever been bothered or harassed by a homeless maniac in your urban neighborhood? Ever wanted to complain about the resident hobos that constantly irritate you and your neighbors? Ever wanted to say that maybe, just maybe, there will always be a section of society that chooses to partake in anti-social behaviors, not because of interconnected economic, social, and politic factors, but because they themselves are unrepentant psychopaths? God forbid you ever do that in front of the suburbanite that has been completely shielded from the problems hobos create and gleams reality through their computer screen.
I have never, ever, met someone living in an urban area that doesn't despise the homeless. On the contrary, it seems that every bright-eyed and bushy-tailed suburbanite takes immense pleasure in defending the rights of the drug addicts, serial rapists, and mentally deficient drifters that take over neighborhoods. Even though the suburbanite lives an hour's drive from the city center, somehow they are under the impression that they have more insight and say into the matters of the city than those that actually work and live there.
"You don't know his story! He's probably got PTSD or schizophrenia, it's not his fault!"
No, Optimistic Oscar, that's the guy that smokes crack outside the convenience store and tries to intimidate women into giving him money. You would know this if you lived here.
"That poor man! He's a victim of circumstance - if he was given a chance, he'd turn his life around!"
No, Sheltered Susan, that's the guy that shoots heroin in the alley behind my house, the same one that got banned from the soup kitchen for trying to molest kids. You would know this if you spent more than 1 day a month in the city.
Really and truly the suburbanites that not only excused, but defended, the actions of these homeless psychopaths irritated me to no end. A lot of the pro-homeless propaganda comes from people that have never meaningfully interacted with the homeless in their entire lives.
I recall a specific event in high school where my class had to go volunteer at a local soup kitchen. The premise of this field trip was that we'd learn empathy and feel compassionate towards those less fortunate than us. What really happened was we all learned that 95% (if not more) of the homeless are homeless for very good reason. My classmates and I left that soup kitchen thinking that the homeless deserved apathy and disgust, not pity. And, before you ask,
yes, the teachers that planned this field trip
were suburbanites.