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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

A Day Of Living Homeless

I am getting a late start to my writing today.
I just got back from the courthouse.
Yes,
I was in court.
I was doing an experiment, which I was calling;
"A Day of Living Homeless."
I got up at my usual time,
made sure my son had a ride to school,
got a backpack full of what I thought the average homeless person carried with him,
and headed out to meet the day head on.
Since it was raining,
the first order of business was to find shelter.
The obvious shelter was under a bridge.
I saw the remnants of other homeless compadres,
but no one was around where I could pick his brain about the in
and outs of homelessness.
I did find a cardboard sign already printed with the words,
Homeless-Please-Help.
So off I went to the nearest busiest corner where enough traffic would see my plight.
Surely,
the good people of my city would lend a helping hand
and I could write their story.
What I saw though,
was car after,
with driver after driver
calling someone on their cellphones.
And who did they call?
I wasn't panhandling for more than twenty minutes when two squad cars pulled up.
One officer got of his car
and tasered me.
Hauling me off to jail.
In court the Judge asked me,
"How do you plea?"
I asked,
"What are the charges?"
The Judge said,
"It is illegal to be homeless in the City of Temecula."
"Off to jail you go."
Well,
I produced a driver's license with my address on it,
got the charge down to panhandling,
which is also illegal,
and bailed out with the help of my family.
The moral of the story is,
know the Law before you act like a bum.
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 This is,
Actually I Was On Jury Duty Today
But Got So Bored With The Whole Process
I Started Daydreaming This Story,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“The jury is supposed to be twelve peers, but technically that would mean every single person on the jury should have Asperger's syndrome, because then they'd really understand me.”
- Jodi Picoult, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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