I was posting on Reddit (I know, I know) not so long ago about how one time I cleaned up a homeless camp that had sprung up in the trees a block or so from my house. This is a wooded area between suburban developments that I liked to take my kids into and had hoped to let them roam free in once older. When I saw “tents” and trash, I knew I wanted it gone, so I got some buddies and we got rid of every single thing one afternoon when the occupants were out begging or whatever. Had to pick up needles with tongs and so forth; still don’t trust the area, still always paranoid that we are going to find another syringe in the bushes. On the plus side, they didn’t come back to that spot. If anyone else moves in I’m going to rinse and repeat.  Reddit made me out to be an absolute monster for this. Unbelievable. I stole every possession those people had in the world, they said; I was a monster, and what I should have done was to donate to these people and maybe help them build a tiny house in the woods, or on my property.  You gotta be fucking kidding me. The only way someone can think like this is if they are a pure urbanite bugman who avoids the wrong part of town, and the woods, eschewing that for the coffee shop and the craft brewery, and really thinks it’s all just sunshine and bespoke organic experiences everywhere. Where the homeless are just the “unhoused” and don’t have any flaws.