by Henrik Eger
In memory of Paulette Wilkie, 56, a homeless woman with a long history of schizophrenia, who was found dead from exposure in Morrisville, Pennsylvania, and all the other people who froze to death in the United States since Ronald Reagan emptied mental institutions and taxed Social Security
She was lazy. She smelled. She didn't pray enough. We never liked her. She was a foreigner. She was an illegal immigrant. No, she was black. Same thing. She never listened. She was crazy. It was her fault. It's people like her who give me the creeps. Good riddance.
It's cold. Let's go to McDonald's. No, let's go to Starbucks. Let's go to the mall. I don't care. Let's have some fun.
Source: “When Did It Become Acceptable For Americans With Mental Illnesses To Freeze To Death?" by Pete Earley.
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