Take my house, please; and my pride

First the courts took away our right to not have our house taken when the city wants to build a Wal-Mart, now they're corralling the homeless into "beggar zones" so that fat people wearing fanny packs and flip-flops can slap their kids and engorge themselves on their self-hatred which can only be stopped by shopping and getting fatter don't have to think about their there-by-the-grace-of-god good luck. The sweet city of Raleigh, NC, for example, licenses its panhandlers. Read that again slowly. And in Atlanta, panhandlers will soon be forced to sit quietly with a cup but not follow, gesture, or even talk to anyone. That rules out even the down-on-his-luck mime.