It was a business venture.

A startup, really?

The kind of entrepreneurial enterprise that identifies an undervalued resource and exploits

it.

Visionary, almost.

In a wicked kind of way.

After all, the city of Los Angeles was a wash in raw material.

Homeless man, down and out, living on the margins of society, estranged from their families,

isolated and penniless.

Some consider them a blight on this shiny city of stars by the sea.

But De Helen Gaule and Olga Ruderschmitt, homeless and dispossessed, were walking, talking,

gold.

He signed for his policies and we have the guy of high-mish because of what he wanted.

That's not right.

Now remember the bottom line.

It is so evil and so heartbreaking to think that anyone would decide that the purpose

of homeless human beings is to make profit.

We're far more dead than alive.

It would seem so.

But only if.

No one paid too much attention to the life insurance paperwork.

Or gave the crumpled bleeding heaps and back alleys more than a passing glance.

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