In Ottawa I met a guy once who was asking for some money to buy a drinkable meal. You could clearly see that he had something going on with his jaw. Buddy, I think he said his name was Connor but it’s been nearly a decade, was homeless and apparently attacked for some change and even he was able to go to the hospital and get taken care of. Our post-surgery care still needs a shitload of work but at least my tax dollars helped get him that far. Anyone who could look at him and complain can go straight to hell, through it, and into some deep, dark abyss where only the truly rotten can suffer for the rest of eternity.