Think about what a drag it would be not to have anyplace to go home to tonight. Think about how awful it would be to have to sleep in some stranger's parking lot or to check into a shelter with a picture of Condoleeza on the wall. Think about listening to a social worker tell you that your situation is the result of your own bad attitude, and that blame cannot be laid at the feet of the corporate CEO's who run our economy. Think about writing a letter to your Congressman, whose sexy intern will throw it into the trash with a smirk. Think about the custodians who sweep Jeb's mansion and the hundreds of thousands his wife spends at the jewelry store. Think about being homeless.