Roadside Saints

by Brad Nelson   7/17/14

Holding up traffic
Holding up my hand
Lookie lookie
I’m an enlightened man

The bum on the corner
Can make me a saint
Just one more dollar
That I put in his plate

A true humanitarian
That’s what I am
As I help them buy booze
And drugs contraband

It’s a useful transaction
My money does flatter
I feel floods of virtue
And that’s all that matters

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Brad Nelson

About Brad Nelson

I like books, nature, politics, old movies, Ronald Reagan (you get sort of a three-fer with that one), and the founding ideals of this country. We are the Shining City on the Hill — or ought to be. However, our land has been poisoned by Utopian aspirations and feel-good bromides. Both have replaced wisdom and facts.
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3 Responses to Roadside Saints

  1. Timothy Lane says:

    Dreaming of what it’s like to be a liberal, I take it. Or at least to feel (I prefer not to say think) like one.

    • Brad Nelson Brad Nelson says:

      No…I was observing yesterday some lady who honked for the vagrant to grab he attention. He was standing on the street corner begging for money. They guy was standing right at the side of my car at the stoplight so I observed the whole transaction.

      The guy had to run across two lanes of busy road to reach her car. So I guess you could say he worked for it.

      But handing out money to bums is a transaction that is little more than a trade of “feel good” for somebody’s booze or drugs.

      • Timothy Lane says:

        Many years ago, we were coming back from a New Year’s Eve party in Bloomington, Indiana and stopped at a rest area. There was a guy who said he needed money (I can’t remember why he didn’t have any available) to pay for some breakfast. I didn’t want to give him any, not having any way of knowing if he were on the level. But as we came out, I saw and recalled that we had some donettes in the trunk left over from the party, and let him have some. This way, if all he needed was breakfast, he got something (and we could obviously spare them).

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