street people of Bogota, Columbia

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited February 2013 in A Moving Train
http://youtu.be/X4koXeZvAfg
the death squads that they say are doing social cleansing killing street kids & adults have a harder time offing these people when they are living in the city's sewer systems. this is straight up disgusting & i cannot believe humans are living this way & that the powers that be drive them to exist in such a fashion. what the fuck is wrong with you, Bogota, Columbia?

let a homeless person live on the streets in peace... fuck no. the beat them & murder them out of something called cleansing. what the fuck? they have nowhere to go except down into the rat infested shit/piss garbage filled sewers.

Bogota, Columbia & other cities down in Columbia & other countries in South America do this shit too. unfrickin real.

VICE... is a great news source. they did a hell of a report on the cannibal warlords & poor in Liberia... that is one unreal fucking news story.
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  • Ruthless and heartless. A society which has lost its soul.

    Forget helping them... just pour gasoline on 'down and out children' and then light them on fire.
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Ruthless and heartless. A society which has lost its soul.

    Forget helping them... just pour gasoline on 'down and out children' and then light them on fire.
    which is so sad because they are an older people as a whole... well, kinda. they were until the Spanish came along all those years ago. i love the countries of south america. a great land & great people going through a lot of crap. those death squad folks are heartless. i don't understand how they can operate that way & sleep at night. to then shooting or torching a innocent homeless kid or adult means nothing. that is scary. do not get sent to prison in Columbia.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Back in '92 I spent a month backpacking in Costa Rica.

    In San Jose... a group of people got together and got a bunch of booze and a bunch of breads, meats, and cheeses. Outside of our bread and breakfast... we socialized. There was a couple from Switzerland, a fellow from Colombia, a girl from New York, some locals, and me.

    I managed to get a pretty good buzz. I was standing there... indulging my spoiled self when I noticed this pathetic looking woman slowly making her way towards us. Believe it or not... with my headphones on I had noticed this woman a week or so before. Her calves were swollen grotesquely and she had no teeth. She was nearing death I was sure of that.

    She got closer to us and began to hold her hands out and mutter something. I was about to hand her the plate of cheese and meats that we were finished with when Roberto from Colombia came flying from the B&B yelling Spanish. The woman winced, recoiled, and slunk away into the night. Everyone was quiet for a moment and then we resumed our good times.

    It was very sobering for me. Roberto was a really good guy, but I couldn't believe this side of him. Later I asked him why he had acted the way he did. He replied that in Columbia they kill the street people because their people believed nothing good could possibly come from them: they were destined to steal or worse. The country had become calloused towards others in their daily affairs.

    I still liked Roberto. I never judged him. But it wasn't in me to treat another human that way. Of course, I came from privilege and it was easy for me to feel for others. I considered (and still do) whether or not I would be the same given different opportunities.
    "My brain's a good brain!"
  • brianluxbrianlux Moving through All Kinds of Terrain. Posts: 42,084
    I'd view this, Chadwick, but as you can see from my post on your Liberia thread, I already nearly feel like slitting my own throat.
    “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man [or woman] who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” Variously credited to Mark Twain or Edward Abbey.
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