San Francisco area homeless count increases by double digits https://t.co/XC79dNxXMI
— John Fund (@johnfund) May 17, 2019
I’m starting to think we should rename “the homeless” as “urban campers.”
It used to be that, outside of, say, Santa Monica, the homeless tended to be pathetic lunatics who belonged in asylums. But more and more I see people who appear to have rationally chosen the no-rent sidewalk lifestyle following a visit to the Walmart camping gear aisle.
Last summer, it looked like Santa Monica was doing a pretty good job of keeping their homeless under control both in terms of number and behavior, keeping them solitary and unobtrusive, while just over the city line in the Los Angeles neighborhood of Venice, next to Matt’s house in the song, urban campers were numerous and appearing to be have a grand old time partying with other urban campers. A commenter suggested that Santa Monica might impose a rule that says homeless can’t congregate together, but I can’t find anything online about that.
I actually sat next to the Santa Monica city manager at lunch last year, but I didn’t ask him about that, but instead asked him about the electric scooter swarms that had suddenly appeared in 2018. He showed me an extremely irate email from a resident that he’d just received moments before.