There may be nothing in this world that I both hate and resent more than street beggars who beg for money simply because they’re lazy. If you have both of your legs and both of your arms, then get off of your ass and get a job. True, in many 3rd world and developing countries, said job is highly unlikely to make you rich, but it is a job nonetheless and will provide you with the means to at least (A) feed yourself and (B) stop annoying me. That job may end up to be simply selling cigarettes street-vendor style as so many people in Southeast Asia do or working as a laborer in a rice paddy field -- but it is still a job.For instance, in the Ermita district of Manila, Philippines where I am presently located at the moment, there are LOADS of street beggars, nearly all of whom are completely healthy and are capable of working as simple laborers or street vendors. For a reason which completely eludes me, they choose to sit around day after day, begging for money. I see no other reason for this apart from sheer and outright laziness. “Sir, please help me. I’m hungry.” Fine. I’ll help you with some free advice. Wash up a bit, comb your hair and then get your ass to work.
There are plenty of people in the Philippines (and indeed, many other countries) who make roughly the equivalent of several dollars a day. Many of these people cannot even read or write, but they work in any capacity that they are capable of and support themselves and their families. I see great honor and pride in these people supporting themselves. That being said, there is no honor or pride whatsoever in people begging on the streets for money when those people are healthy and capable of an honest day’s work. If you have both of your legs and both of your arms, then support your damned self!
Oh, and before I forget: if you are a street beggar with full limb functionality and are thinking of using the “look, I have a child here with me” angle, then you are the worst of a bad lot. You don’t work, have no place to stay, beg for money, and then you pop out a child or three? Even worse, you then train your children to run up and down the street begging for money so you can sit back and rake in their profits?? If that is your case, then I pray that a meteor falls from the sky and turns you into a foul-smelling smear on the pavement.
There is a simple formula that I use to determine whether or not I will donate a bit of money to street beggars. Feel free to use it anytime you wish:
As the number of healthy, functional limbs on a street beggar (L) increases, the percentage probability of me donating money to them (M) decreases.
Based on this simple formula, we can easily and accurately calculate the table below:

Example A:

Example B:

As a pre-emptive measure, I’m going to supply in this blog posting all of my responses to the whining comments that many will, no doubt, be sending to me:
Whine #1: You’re an ass! Don’t you know that in many 3rd world countries there are little to no social assistance programs to help homeless and poor people?
Retort #1: Of course I do – I live in a 3rd world country, and a fantastic way to make sure that social assistance programs for the homeless and poor are never founded by that respective 3rd world country government is for people to keep giving money to beggars, thereby negating the need for social assistance programs. Don’t do the government’s job for them, you flaming, moronic simpletons!
Whine #2: Hey, you mentioned people who are physically disabled but you failed to mention people with mental disabilities! What about the man down on the street corner arguing with the wall?
Retort #2: You can fake crazy, but you can’t fake a stump where your leg used to be. Duh!
Whine #3: What about people who are poor because their governments are corrupt and treated them unfairly, forcing them into poverty? Is that their fault?
Retort #3: No, and it isn’t my fault either. Fair play must be demanded and fought for by the citizens and victims of corrupt regimes. For a real-life reference of what happens when another country, military or other foreign power uses might to “force democracy and promote freedom”, please see present-day Iraq.
I will address any other gripes by appointment only. Until next time, cheers!

9 comments:
So what qualifies as a 5th limb?
I got a 5th limb for you, hot-shot!
@ Marmalade: I'll bet you do, swishy-pants!
But just a moment... 5th "limb"? Wouldn't it have to be larger than a micro-pimple to qualify for limb status?
I'm glad you're back to the hating, so I don't have to. I wonder though whether you could go that extra mile and help out the reason-for-begging-challenged by whipping out a machete and hacking off their outstretched arm as they proffer their empty tobacco packet for a donation?
Consider it done, wanna-be hater! Whack whack whack!!
Often in Jakarta when they beg with a kid in their arms , it's not even their kid. The poor urchin has merely been borrowed to increase the bleeding heart potential.
Where has all the hate gone in the world?
Are you sure your examples are Filipinos? There are beggars all over the world but why Filipinos specifically? There are more beggars in worse, shameful and idiotic conditions than your examples. I hate beggars for not saying thank you after I give them something.
@ Pweng: Yes, I'm sure that the examples I used in my blog posting are Filipino people, as are the two pictures of beggars I used in the blog posting. There was no specific accusation of Filipino beggars. The title of the blog posting is "Things that I hate #8: Lazy Beggars" -- not "Things that I hate #8: Filipino Beggars". If you go back and read the blog posting, you'll notice that I wrote it when I was in Ermita. I noticed you visited from the Philippines, so don't go getting all nationalistic on me, son.
Some 25 years ago I spent six months in India, a country I've never been so happy to leave thanks - actually, with no thanks at all - to the constant kissing of feet and other entreaties.
Although the Taj Mahal should be on anyone's must see list, the city of Agra is the pits. I remember later meeting up again with a German lass who'd been staying in the same cockroach and ant infested fleapit as me. What with multi-gropes and wotnot, she'd had it worse than me, and she recounted one horrendous day when she'd enough and fled.
Unfortunately she didn't look where she was going and kicked a tray on wheels and spent it spinning away. Tied onto it was a a limbless man who didn't mean her any 'arm.
It may have been the same guy I'd encountered earlier who pleaded with me for alms. I told him that I didn't have one to spare.
PS. When are you going to spew some more hate on your own blog rather than mine?
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