REACHING-IN FOUNDATIONALLY TO FIND THE ROTTEN CORE TIMBERS WHOSE BLIGHT SHOWS AS HOMELESS 'TOWNS' AS WHEN 'REACHING OUT'!
I just opened a set of pictures Googling 'homeless camps in Louisville,' and have become aware that journalists other than myself have been monitoring continuously the plight of 'rough sleepers' in this Metropolitan Area. Prior to this moment of having-not-home, I was not completely aware of the vast extent of 'camping' in this fashion here, my suburban living in Southwest Louisville deprived me of a viable perception of the extremity of this condition, a social problem yes, but much less so for validating social revulsion in this community, but more-so a terrible condition for those who must endure these vulnerabilities and face the gauntlet of shunning and legal ostracism that 'camping' in the midst of a great Metropolis will by necessity present.
THE PICTURES which are many as available to see from bum this Louisville LOOK MESSY; but real people endure and abide in these makeshift domicile-places. I am aware that WDRB and other commercial electronic media like to look on the-campers (if I may without prejudice at all use this term) are not FREAKS who are beneath the humanity of television viewers or the police who go in for forced evicting garbage-out-removal of the makeshift belongings of the homeless hereabouts. THE REAL MESS, I KNOW FULLY, MORE-ACCURATELY IS THE CAUSAL RESULT OF A NUMBER OF CIVIL DEFICIENCIES THAT ARE AN UNDER-ROT TO THIS CITY'S SOCIAL, FOUNDATIONAL WAY OF DOING BUSINESS.
For such pre-determinants, I was immorally but legally kicked out of my place at 3640 Manslick Road 40215 on the simple gambit at-gimmick-level that the Lord of the Land just did not wish to renew the lease, it being immaterial that I had lived under domicile for rather 20+ years with this ownerf, gave him (Arthur Bryant) $20 more per month as a good-will gesture than the lease agreement stipiulated, would do as much 'apartment first aid' in order to vigorously avoid vexing the-management for repairs and maintenance of my place AND was 74 years old, in an 'operable' cardiac compromise that might require open heart surgery, and am blinding from cataracts; MORE TO THE POINT I had what Community should recognize as valuable heritage material in troves of rare and hard to obtain Latin, Greek, Coptic, Hebrew, and Jesus'-language Aramaic resources; MORE TO THE POINT as socially concerned person who functioned as GOOD SAMARITAN for my neighborhood would help the have-not wit rent$, provided condoms for the rough-living commercial sex workers there, and HAD GOTTEN AN ELECTRIC GENERATOR FOR NEIGHBORS WHO WERE DEPRIVED OF THE ELECTRIC-UTILITY. None of this meant aught but something about which to levity/merriment by the demeanor of my evicting Judge, a woman with smiles whose name may be-- from what I have inferred from hearing Judge Delahanty-- but notably for my eviction order made just a squiggle-circle completely unreadable for identification purposes. NO HERE IN LOUISVILLE IN THE KORN LIKKER STATE KENTUCKY THE PROPERTY OWNER IS
When indeed much of the responsibility for this blight lies solidly in the social policies that still foster a decidedly 'Southern Comfort' for Provincial Aristocracy' of the kind that loves the lost causes celebrated here at Derby Time as when 'the Darkies are Gay," and the like.
It would seem therefore, that I have much to divulge in reaching out to the homeless communites here before our eyes, yes our own shame as much as eyesore as good 'copy' for the 'media' to tell us how 'dirty They are'; and They is OUR dirty work, covertly generated by Aristocrats and Authorities valuing 'My Old Kentucky Home (Mansion in our East, the Anchorages and the like) more than a home for those who live poorest, who never did complain about not ever bothering the Lord of the Land, until as with me, the Sheriffs come with strangers to void my apartment, my loving kitty, and me of place to lie heads for pillowing. . .
But FOR SOCIAL JUSTICE my calling is now to make this REACH-OUT=> in so reaching-out no doubt from my every preemonition know that we the-more the-better REACH-IN to the rotting floor-foundation on which this community's living in decay and false sensibility operates.
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