any one scared of hobos?***THREAD CLOSED***(due to emotional conflict)

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I knew the Hobo Creed should be easy to find online.
Here you go...


An ethical code was created during its 1889 National Hobo Convention in
St. Louis Missouri. This code was voted upon as a concrete set of laws to
govern the Nation-wide Hobo Body; it reads this way:

1. Decide your own life, don't let another person run or rule you.

2. When in town, always respect the local law and officials, and try to be
a gentleman at all times.

3. Don't take advantage of someone who is in a vulnerable situation, locals
or other hobos.

4. Always try to find work, even if temporary, and always seek out jobs nobody
wants. By doing so you not only help a business along, but ensure employment
should you return to that town again.

5. When no employment is available, make your own work by using your added
talents at crafts.

6. Do not allow yourself to become a stupid drunk and set a bad example for locals'
treatment of other hobos.

7. When jungling in town, respect handouts, do not wear them out, another hobo
will be coming along who will need them as bad, if not worse than you.

8. Always respect nature, do not leave garbage where you are jungling.

9. If in a community jungle, always pitch in and help.

10. Try to stay clean, and boil up wherever possible.

11. When traveling, ride your train respectfully, take no personal chances,
cause no problems with the operating crew or host railroad, act like an
extra crew member.

12. Do not cause problems in a train yard, another hobo will be coming along
who will need passage through that yard.

13 .Do not allow other hobos to molest children, expose all molesters to authorities,
they are the worst garbage to infest any society.

14. Help all runaway children, and try to induce them to return home.

15. Help your fellow hobos whenever and wherever needed, you may need
their help someday.

16. If present at a hobo court and you have testimony, give it. Whether for or
against the accused, your voice counts!


Perhaps aged, but still the creed these people live by.
 
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My hubbo's grandson is a hobo, and that is his choice. He has tested as a genius, and finds most people's life mundane.

Fuzziebutt, that is awesome. We have a couple people like that who are pretty well known in our area, though most are more sedentary and have a place they call home. One is a PhD holder who lives in a cave and makes a point by eating and living off of what others throw away. He does get visitors and friends up that way.
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If you don't mind sharing, I'd love to see your grandson's girlfriend's art.​
 
OMG YES! They freak me out! I feel bad for them but they're scary! When we were moving a hobo walked up to me while I was taking out some trash and he asked if I had any pomogranite Juice.......lol I just gave him a bottle of water LOL he was creepy.
 
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So you were in high school when you worked at Mc D's right? Still, laughing at someone's clothing is not nice. And do you know what he got arrested for? .... might have been vagrancy or panhandling.

I was in my early 20s and in college. I have no idea what he was arrested for, I talked to that particular co-worker as little as possible. She had a HUGE crush on my late DH (which I actually found amusing and he didn't). If I remember correctly, I don't think she remained with the "scuzzy" guy much after that. And yes, my boss and I weren't particularly nice.
 
My grandpa was one - by choice...sort of. He had plenty of places to stay, with everyone in the family willing to help. He chose to camp out in the park, though. I say sort of, because I am positive he had PTSD and possibly undiagnosed brain trauma. He lied about his age to go into WWII, and he was barely 16. He was trained as a sharpshooter and worked as an MP. He had to search for people in the Marianas, and said that there were so many bodies that you had to step on them to get around. His brother told us that he was on a boat that was hit, and was found floating in the water on debris. I know the poor guy took shrapnel to the upper thigh not once, but twice. That's an awful lot for a teenager to process, and it doesn't surprise me that he had issues.

I've found that most of the people out there are very similiar. They have mental health conditions, and can't get the help they need. In fact, locally, there used to be an asylum. When the state did away with the asylums and widdled it down to a couple mental health facilities, our streets were teeming with homeless. I live by the biggest railroad yard west of the Mississippi, so it was a gathering point. Really it is a shame.
 
The Hobo Creed as posted by Spookwriter: And this is how the hobos that I knew as a kid conducted themselves. They were generally itinerant travelers by choice rather than out of necessity. Drugs were not a factor. Some were alcoholics, but most were just "travelers" who lived by the code posted by Spookwriter. They were basically law abiding because they wanted to be welcomed on their next trip through. Their situation was far different from many of the homeless and what they have to deal with. Theirs' was a choice of lifestyle not one they were forced into by necessity whether it be addiction, economy, or mental problems.
 
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Sigh. My kids mock a group entirely, they are in deep dog doo. It's not allowed, nor is it funny. Where I grew up may be Hell on Earth to me, I am sure it's not that bad to others. It's called respect and my kids learn it young.
 
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That's the Human Being credo, not just the hobo's.

Unfortunately where the most "kindness" (as in faceless and impersonal govt support) is given seems to be where you find the most polar opposite behavior to that credo.
Their credo says "No one owes you anything and never forget it."
The modern credo says "I'm a victim and anyone better off then me should help carry my load, no matter how heavy I have allowed it to become."

Few real hobos left, many grifters.
 
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Thats not funny at all. Its not EVER funny to be hungry.
Hopefully you'll never know how it feels.

I do. I dont know how to cook squat. Nobody ever taught. All that we have that I know how to make is ice cream. That is all. And I will not eat ice cream everyday. So that is why I wait for my Grandparent's. I do know how to cook microwave food. Oh boy fun. And some cereal. Some days in out fishing all day having no luck in the heat. I dont bring anything with me or eat breakfast. And if I do see a hobo I will give him money. I know a couple bucks dont buy much. I was reffering a scene from Family Guy.
 
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