I'll tell you something, these s. Carolina folks are ... whacked, imo.
they all have deep dark hateful secrets and it's like there is a disease in the brain.
Yesterday, I read a long story in a newspaper on these S. Carolina business people who are going out everyday .. to pick a fight with the "Fake Poor people" .. they are all mad at. They make signs and go down to where the folks beg for money .. you know, some wash the car windows, some do nothing . .I think most do nothing but anyway I wasn't astounded at all when I realized it was S. Carolina. I mean these business men call the police and try to make trouble for them so far .. the police SEE who is making the trouble and it's not the poor people ., I think they are all nuts there .. they were stupid stubborn in the war and I don't see that they have changed much at all ,, I mean Trey Gowdy & Lindsey? ,..puleeze!!!! .... oh my they just get so so excited about 'real real' (uh huh) important things ... those damn poor FAKE poor people! ..
Panhandlers meet angry resistance in West Ashley
An inquiry into the wisdom of handing out cash at the western end of 526
I can't find a date, except in the comments .. looks like March 9th..
SNIP ~~
I went out Tuesday afternoon to witness a fascinating new phenomenon: Private citizens taking time out of their busy days to harangue beggars face to face. I didn't have to wait long.
I had been standing in the shade of the I-526 overpass for just a few minutes when a white pickup truck pulled into a parking lot on the other side of Sam Rittenberg Boulevard. Two of the panhandlers recognized the truck immediately as belonging to John Garrett, an anti-panhandler. This past weekend, Garrett filed a police report claiming that one of the panhandlers slashed a tire on his truck, and he also claims he once had to pull a gun on a panhandler who charged at him (more on that story in a minute).
Garrett was coming in hot as he walked across traffic to confront the peddlers who were waiting for their turn on the corner. "I'm sick and tired of your bullshit!" he bellowed. "All this fuckin' trash? You can help me clean up." He was carrying a box full of black trash bags and a cardboard sign that read "FAKE BUMS," which he waved over his head at any driver who would pay attention.
One of the panhandlers, Ronald Moore, hollered back, "Brother, I clean up all the time out here."
"Do you, now?" Garrett said. "How about you help me pick it up?"
"I'm about to warn you, now, don't come up and bother me."
"I'm just telling you, dude, I've got buddies on their way."
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