dave

No, I really don't think you do. Because if you did, you'd realize that I didn't say anything like that, you fucking moron. What I said is that, to the best of my knowledge, less than 1% of the population live in mansions. Man you're a fucking tool. For the record, I know several <b>millionaires</b> at work that live in regular houses. Having money doesn't mean that you live in a mansion. It means that you have money. Those that live in mansions are probably well off. But the inverse statement is not true. In other words, don't bother putting words in my fucking mouth.

Here you go again, making shit up to try and convince the less-than-intelligent here of your superior argument. I say less-than-intelligent because the intelligent ones already see through it. Firstly, I never said anything about being a "great person" - I'll let history judge me, thanks. Far be it from myself or anyone else here to judge me - I don't give you enough information to do so. So you can cut that shit out too - like I said before, don't put words in my fucking mouth. It makes you look like, well, <b>a fucking idiot</b>.

Secondly - I've <b>stood</b> and talked to a number of homeless people. I can't count how many, and it doesn't really matter either. They don't bother me, just being there. So I don't really care if they get jobs. As long as they're happy, I'm happy. So when I talk to them, I try to make their day shine just a little bit brighter. Only a few times have I actually asked about why they were there - most of them don't seem to really want to go back to that. So I talk to them for a few minutes, let them talk. Tell a joke. Offer to buy them some food. Tell them that I'll catch them later. I treat them like a normal person. Nothing is more degrading than groveling. I try to make them feel like a perfectly normal person, like we're two dudes there by the bank in Toronto just chattin' it up. They seem to like that.

Well then, I bet you have <b>no fucking clue</b> how serious a bed sore is. How's this - one of them meant that my mom's leg <b>had to be amputated</b>. The other two are tunneling and <b>could kill her</b> if they're not properly treated. They look like holes, in her back, the size of baseballs. The flesh inside is nice and dark red with some wonderful yellow parts as well. It should, of course, be pink. Twice have they become gangrenous. Do you, in your infinite knowledge, know what gangrene is? Would you say that being alive but homeless is a worse condition than having gangrene on 3 different parts of your body? I'd say that the bed sore issue is a lot more fucking serious than homelessness, but maybe that's because I'm well educated on both, whereas you're obviously ignorant of at least one. Fuck off until you know what you're talking about.

Who are you to judge? How can you say what is and what is not worth that money to them? Maybe the architecture of the house is most beautiful to Mr. Jordan. Maybe it means a lot to him. How do you know? <b>Who are you to judge?</b>

As for the rest, since Mozilla makes this a pain in the ass for me to copy and paste, I'll just respond without quoting. Typos happen. Look over my posts and find me one (1) place where I have misused a contraction. That's what grammar is. Not spelling. But since we're on that too - find me a spelling error that couldn't be a typo. Thanks.