Homeless, Homeless, Everywhere

Today is the day that the homeless have to get out of town. Leave Dodge. Pack it in, clean up the campsite and scadoodle. Well, it's about time. And, if the path to the homeless problem is to be cut off, roadblock it like the entrance to Iraq, then the clean up should begin at the multi million dollar train station that plays hosts to the backpacking, smelly cat, scum that make entrance to the county through Martinez, the County Seat.

On most mornings, there are more backpacking, drugged out, unbathed, homeless encampment people hovering around the coffee shops in John Muir's front yard than there are at Yosemite. A backpacker's heaven, the bathrooms at the Bocce Courts play host to many more personal functions than alleviation of human waste. As a matter of fact many have said that the bathrooms turn brothel once the sun and the zippers go down. It may be time to forget the encampments under the bridges and rustle the rustlers who live under our noses.

For months the meth cookers have been roaming the streets in campers and mobile recreational vehicles, but unfortunately, the vehicles are not recreating in the woods. The occupants of these often dilapidated pavement predators, housing meth mixologists and users, have become more apparent throughout the summer and will flock to the downtown area of Martinez as the weather gets colder.

It's about time we just kicked the homeless out of the county. Send them to Yosemite, or Yellowstone, or Shasta. But it is time for them to leave. Forget the human rights aspect of it all- let Gavin have them. It was nice to give them the forty-eight hour notice, but now the time is up- it's time for them to leave.