tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990055.post109657504876132407..comments2024-01-26T01:52:53.198-05:00Comments on PolySigh: No Panhandling AllowedPhilip Klinknerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15559722693896372701noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990055.post-1161554880328468472006-10-22T18:08:00.000-04:002006-10-22T18:08:00.000-04:00I doubt that the good Lord was pleased with everyt...I doubt that the good Lord was pleased with everything that you said or that there was anything Godly in your statement at all. If anything the Lord is probably more offended with your comments, thoughts, inner-heart and the manner in which you decided to include God in the situations you described by saying thank the good Lord for mase. If anything, perhaps the good Lord was testing your compassion and the fruits of your spirit in each of those situations you outlined to see exactly how much you really thanked the good Lord on a regular basis and what it meant to know the true love of God in your life and to love others unconditionally as your brothers and sisters. You probably keep ending up in one situation with homeless persons after another because your heart is hardened.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990055.post-1128976808762669352005-10-10T16:40:00.000-04:002005-10-10T16:40:00.000-04:00I wish my current location of Newport News, VA wou...I wish my current location of Newport News, VA would do something like this. Where I live, it's like I can hardly go the gas station, get groceries, and such without some filthy creature with his/her hand out. It's really irritatiing to get out of you car in a supermarket parking lot, and some drunk greet you with "got some change?". I got enough trouble taking care of myself. I work fulltime in the day, have night classes, and even a a second job part time. One time shopping in Dollar Tree, I turned around and an ugly troll was asking me for change. This is something I expected out on the curb, not inside. Dammit, I'm not rich! I worked long and hard for my money, and it's all mine. It's not for some low life to get a 40oz. Earlier this year, there were people coming in my aprtment complex panhandling. Once I was walking out to get my mail, and a guy on his bike was saying something. At first I thought he was a neighbor from another building. THen he gave me his "sad story". I didn't give him any money, and I reported him to the rental office right away. A begging crackhead is not what I want to go home to. Thank the good Lord for mace.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com