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I Hate Beggars

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I hate people who beg for food, money and clothes. I hate begging in general and you can rightly assume that I don't give anything to charity. I despise those that keep begging others for assistance and I come from a place where one had to work for everything for themselves. It should be made illegal to beg, and those that beg should be sent to prison. It just touches me the wrong way when someone begs to me for whatever reason they need or want. I hate begging and I despise begging, those that beg should be killed off. There should be no begging in the 21st century.

In past eras they imagined the 21st century to be a utopia of some sort but the 21st century is the most disappointing era. I have this woman that keeps begging me for money everyday and it's starting to really irritate me. Everyday she begs for money and I have to say no, but my tone is getting angrier. She thinks that because she is a woman it would bring her some more luck than if she were a man. All men and women must learn to stand on their own two feet, it is important that struggle is felt everywhere. This woman always asks me for money when she sees me.

Then a boy comes up to me and begs me for food and clothes. I have a little respect for the boy as he is asking for clothes and food and not money, but those things still require money. I started to get angry at the little boy as he kept nagging me for certain items. This little boy thinks that because he is a little boy he could get something for it. I know how these beggars work and I'm no fool, I can see their begging network at play. It's disgusting to beg and I would rather starve and die than ever beg.

Then that damn woman comes back to me again and this time she brings more ammo to the begging fight. She has a baby in her arms and she is begging for money with a baby in her arms. I was furious at what she was trying to do and I will not fall prey to her scheme. That baby is a weapon and such shameless acts shouldn't be accepted in society. Then that little boy comes to aid the baby carrying woman. I knew they were working together and I was disgusted, I truly was.

I tell them to come with me into a room and I shoot them. Now I have got to figure out what I tell the police about killing my own family. The police don't have problems with men's own families begging them for money, food and water. 

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