If I make the money, I deserve to spend it myself. I know people with mental illnesses who have jobs. I have seen many people. The companies can't discriminate, so they are legally obliged to give these people jobs. In fact, I would help a homeless person get a job! You never see them with signs that say "Please help me find a job.", you see them with signs like "Money for Beer?" and "Spare Some Change". If these people can write, I say that proves them to be pretty mentally fit, at least well enough to get a job themselves. And money coming to us? Really?! Maybe it's coming to us because we WORK for it. And even then, half of it gets taken away in taxes. Homeless people don't have to pay tax, but they get the free health care (I live in Canada). It costs taxpayers about $50,000 for EACH homeless person per year. They're already leeching money off of us and you're saying that it's somehow cruel to want to hydrate yourself with your own hard-earned money rather than giving it away to a homeless person? And a rude one at that. I didn't smile at a homeless man who was hitting on me and guess what he did? He screamed at me, calling me a stuck-up bitch. If it wasn't a homeless person would they do that? No. How do I know this? Because I've had other people hit on me, with no reaction on my part, and they just smiled and walked away. So please, do not say that it is wrong to not give a homeless person money. Tell them to get the **** off the curb and get a job.

If only you had a clue how hard it is to get a job when you're homeless. People who say they should just get a job are living in a ethereal virtual fantasy land. You realize even under perfect conditions getting a job is hard? It also takes a long, long time now. You don't just walk into a store and get hired on the spot. You fill out an application, wait for a while for an interview only you have no contact number or address for them to follow up your application on. No where to clean yourself and your clothes up if you did get the interview. No way to keep track of time to wake up and be punctual. Etc.. All the little details and modern day conveniences escape people. You take them for granted. I did until I was homeless. Only then do you realize how good you have it. The luxury of a bed a roof and a meal at night is one so many go without, it's soul crushing.