Genocide Against the Israelites by Palistianians

Israeli Genocide Against the Palestinians
You are merely a Reagan Cult antiSemite Hater. This Before You Eyes REPUBLICAN GENOCIDE in San Francisco is a REAL & PRESENT Danger. Have You actually Visited Israel, I doubt you have. Your Lies are based upon the Writings of Right Wing Think Tanks…a Huge Jew Hate compound is at Stanford University, another is Rand Corporation, and the Propaganda of Jew Haters is to Direct Your Pea Brain on goings-on in The Other Side of the Planet…so the Terrible Human Rights Violations HERE IN AMERICA are ignored. You are a oh so typical no information low intellect product of a Worthless Federal Managed Education system…Ever consider …..Silicon Valley is Forced to Hire East Hindu Electronics Engineers because the ability to use Algebraic & Geometric Abstract Thinking in the Develoupment and Design of High Tech Math centered Curcuits & Schematics Reading is Not Taught & Not of Interest to American Grads. Do a Search at what Curriculum is 90% of College Enrolment….Liberal Arts. The Facts are…YOU ARE A STOOGE OF THE American Mass Propaganda Matrix…Go Over To Israel and Join the Taliban Or join Hamas YOUR SELF, ot just STFU, ugly fool. A 65 Year Jewish Gentleman.
When the homeless first began appearing on the streets of San Francisco around 1982, Mayor Dianne Feinstein, like every other American politician, was caught off guard. Perhaps understandably, she saw their presence as a short-term nuisance sparked by a recession and did not expect them to stick around forever. She introduced a program labeled Hotline Hotel, in which the city rented squalid single-room-occupancy (SRO) hotel rooms in the Tenderloin and stashed the homeless there for nightly or weekly stays. This Band-Aid approach did nothing to solve the worsening problem.
When Art Agnos became mayor in 1988, he promoted a more comprehensive approach, called Beyond Shelter, that combined housing with supportive services. The centerpieces of this program were two highly touted “multiservice centers” that provided both beds and counseling. The centers were the precursors of today’s more sophisticated “centralized-intake” or “single-intake” centers, walk-in facilities that offer screening and services in one place. But conditions in the shelters (one of them MSC-South) were dreadful, the staff was insufficient, and the centers did not live up to expectations. Agnos was never able to fund the rest of his ambitious program to fight homelessness, and in 1992, the issue cost him his job: Weary of a homeless encampment in Civic Center dubbed “Camp Agnos,” San Francisco voters dumped the incumbent in favor of former police chief Frank Jordan, who had run on a clean-up-the-homeless platform. Under Jordan’s Matrix program, police issued tens of thousands of citations to homeless people for violating quality-of-life laws against sleeping in public, public drunkenness, public urination, panhandling, trespassing, and so on. Matrix succeeded in removing many homeless people from the streets for a while, but they came back.
In many ways, the fate of Agnos’s and Jordan’s plans encapsulates the entire history of America’s response to homelessness: Budget-strapped municipalities, without access to the vast resources necessary to solve the problem and facing heat from voters and business interests, decide to simply make the homeless go away by essentially declaring them criminals. San Francisco eventually rejected Jordan’s enforcement strategy–the program was scrapped by incoming mayor Willie Brown in 1996–but since then the city has only succeeded in treading water. MSC-South, still encircled by long lines of homeless people 25 years later, stands as a soul-crushing monument to the gap between high hopes and harsh reality.
When I visit MSC-South, the first person in line is an old woman sitting on the sidewalk, mumbling to herself and eating Chinese food out of a takeout container. Behind her, a middle-aged, bearded man with a bone-tired face and a distant expression nods wearily when I ask him for an interview. He gives his name only as Sean and his age as 50 years. Conversing with Sean feels like talking on a long-distance phone line with an intermittent three- or four-second delay: At times he stares off into space and doesn’t react to what is said to him; at other times he seems alert and answers quickly.
I ask Sean how he became homeless. “I’m on disability,” he says. “It’s my back. I’ve got scoliosis. It’s been like this for 10 years–I’m pretty much in chronic pain. Not much they can do about it.” He tells me that he used to work for PG&E, but lost his job at some point and then, a little over a year ago, fell behind on his rent. “I couldn’t find a place that was cheaper. My friend put me up for a while. Then I started staying in shelters, and I applied for low-income housing.”
What did that entail? “You gotta pound the pavement,” Sean says. “You gotta go to the places you haven’t applied and get on the 311 list,” a waiting list that allows homeless people to call and reserve a place in a shelter. He has just finished the maximum 120-day stay at Next Door shelter (the former MSC-North) and is seeking another placement. “It usually takes four weeks on the waiting list to get a 120-day stay,” he continues. “That’s where I am now, doing one- to three-night stays in shelters while I wait. I’m also on a different waiting list for permanent housing.” He has gone through this whole process, he tells me, three or four times in the last year or so.
Unlike those too mentally ill, too addled by drugs or booze, or simply too alienated to cope with the bureaucracy, Sean grasps how the system operates and is trying to make it work for him. Here on this bleak corner in SoMa, San Francisco’s homeless infrastructure is functioning, after a fashion. Meanwhile, at the head of the line, the old woman with the Chinese carton is banging on the door and yelling, “Let me in! I need to go to the bathroom!” Sean snorts contemptuously. I ask him where he used to sleep on the streets. “I went all over,” he says. “Here and there.” Another vacant stare. “I kept trying to move. But you end up in the same shit.”

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I actually do not write most of these articles, I collect them here, for my personal useage, I find Some Other's enjoy them as well, which is a side effect of my Senility. As I am a Theosophist, and also study Vedanta Society of Northern California, so Your Visitation from the Akashic records to approve my feebile works gives me Great Hope! I am 68, years old, I will Come To You in another 30 or so years. You Reinforces my Belief that in my Sleep I visit The Akashic Records when I remember my dream's. I keep notes about 'Over There." the Colour of Daylight is Darker, but the Life is Brighter, property has no meaning, and it is homish. are the energetic records of all souls about their past lives, the present lives, and possible future lives. Each soul has its Akashic Records, like a series of books with each book representing one lifetime. The Hall (or Library) of the Akashic Records is where all souls’ Akashic Records are stored energetically. In other words, the information is stored in the Akashic field (also called zero point field). The Akashic Records, however, are not a dry compilation of events. They also contain our collective wisdom.
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