During my time as a minister, I spent years working with the poor—homeless...

During my time as a minister, I spent years working with the poor—homeless individuals, drug addicts, prostitutes, and the mentally ill. Looking back, it was largely a waste of time. I was too young to recognize the hard truth: most of them were in that position because they chose to be. They weren’t victims of circumstance so much as parasites on society, seeking the benefits of others’ labor without any of the responsibility.

Gratitude was almost nonexistent. Many assume these individuals are simply victims of trauma or addiction, but the reality is often far simpler—many are just bad people. Trauma alone doesn’t make someone a leech on society; plenty of people endure hardship and still choose to be decent. These individuals, however, consistently make the wrong choices, year after year, with no intention of changing.

A pattern emerges when you observe the poorest of the poor—those with visible genetic defects or imbalances in their features. They seem to embody a kind of self-destructive poverty, almost as if driven by an unconscious death wish. It’s as if they instinctively know they shouldn’t reproduce or burden society but can’t bring themselves to fully self-destruct—so instead, they sabotage any chance of a normal, productive life.