Charity Fatigue Times Ten
I guess it started in the 80’s when airtime on cable had to be filled and was cheap to acquire, so why not fill it with pictures of starving children you could help for 29 cents a day?
And hear we are in 2009, assaulted on all sides, hands outreached for “just a little help.” In my area, some begging is conducted as a profession, with clipboards and uniforms. There are beggars for Third World children, pregnant teens, homeless moms, Girl Scout camping trips and dying children who want a trip to Disneyland. Beggars in L.A., I learned from an LA. Times piece (back when it was a newspaper) had pimps - I mean, managers - who drove them to nice neighborhoods, handed them a sign and then collected most of their takings for the day. Gone are the days when an amusing “Will write ad copy for food” sign netted a guy some bucks. Now it’s all about turning those big brown eyes on a trapped human with discretionary income. Get ‘em where they can’t drive around you, turn the channel or change direction.
Get ‘em at the grocery store. Folks gotta eat, right? And why should they enjoy their few moments of discretionary spending, knowing that the ice cream they bought denied someone that last $4 they needed for their kidney transplant?

