We are the compassionate city. We are a city of refuge to illegal aliens; we love 'em all. Pot smokers make us their home. We won't cooperate with the feds on terrorism investigations. And we let homeless die on the street like dogs. We are a fun-loving city. We associate the cause of homelessness with some trauma such as a loss of a job or an eviction that led a person to live in on the street. This allows us to give the homeless the patina of a certified "victim" group. The reality is quite different. The typical homeless person...