Posted on 05/19/2025 12:58:06 AM PDT by Libloather
Many, many moons ago, I was working the graveyard shift at Safeway. They had their own music programming. We could not alter it, or turn it off. One of the huuuuge issues was it replayed the same set every hour, including Tiny Bubbles. After many hours of Tiny Bubbles, we were all ready for the looney bin.
I hate how they have turned bums and druggies into the word homeless. They chose to be out there. Homeless people have jobs or want one but can’t afford a home.
There are convenience stores that blast opera arias to create an environment not conducive to either the homeless or other lingerers IYKWIM. I can’t find the link but I discuss this in my music course: the irony of wanting to promote quality music while effectively admitting that the more quality the music, the less likely the Hoi polloi are to become less polloi.
How about looping ‘hit the road, Jack’ by Roger Miller?
The Barney Song.
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Anything by Lady Gaga will clear out the homeless encampments along with rodent infestations.
Yoko Ono.
Wait, that might be a Geneva Convention violation.
Sesame Street songs would work well too.
I’ve heard of teens using some business as a gathering spot at night. To drive them away, the business owners started playing Big Band Showtunes over loudspeaker. It had the desired effect - the teenagers cleared out.
Now they use the phrase, “people experiencing homelessness.”
“Now they use the phrase, ‘people experiencing homelessness.’”
What I’ve been hearing often is “the unhoused”. 🙄🫤
I prefer the Ray Charles version of “Hit the Road Jack.”
I live in a coastal town in NC that attracts people from all over. One issue we have is the homeless setting up huge camps in the woods where they are hidden from sight. One solution used is tree limbs are cut to about 8-10 ft off the ground, exposing their camps. The other day, I was stopped at a stop light and saw city workers bringing the small shopping carts, lawn chairs, filled black trash bags and lots of what looked like tarps and tents out of the woods near a shopping center near me.
These bums beg at the busy stoplights, parking themselves in the median with their cardboard signs of woe. I was in my car at a grocery store, finishing up a call to my father when a filthy creature walked up near the entrance and opened a receptacle for cigarette butts and started digging through, taking the usable ones out. He bent over and wasn’t wearing any underwear. When he turned around, his pants had dropped, exposing his genitals. I am sick of it all.
I think the Roger Miller song was “King of the road.”
If you've ever listened to talk radio, I'm sure you've heard THAT one.
Like hunger isn’t hunger anymore after the public got wise to Deep State’s all-inclusive definition that could literally apply to everyone.
Now, instead of hunger, it’s food insecurity.
IIRC, at one time some prison played the theme from Gilligan’s Island in a loop to torture prisoners. Could be an old wives’ tale; I’m not sure.
Endless jazz would torture me.
Lol! I love it! It was Gerardo Parra’s walkup song for the Nat during their World Series season. I loved doing the shark jaws with my arms. But I would not want to listen to it on constant repeat!!
Lol! I love it! It was Gerardo Parra’s walkup song for the Nats during their World Series season. I loved doing the shark jaws with my arms. But I would not want to listen to it on constant repeat!!
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