When I was in high school, I worked as a clerk at a local pharmacy and delivered medical equipment to Medicaid and Hospice patients in Northeastern NC. This “kind of condition”, unfortunately, is NOT uncommon in Northeastern NC. There was more than one occasion where I went home to shower and change clothes immediately after only being in a home in this “kind of condition” for only ½ hour. I remember one particular home actually smelled worse than shit – and there was shit in one of the bedrooms of the home to provide us with a comparison of nauseous smells. There were no children (that I was aware of) living in these “kind of condition”(s), only morbidly obese adults and poor hospice patients. For the hospice patients, at least I was usually bringing them something, like morphine, that would help them – not care – I dunno – about the “kind of condition” that they were living in. And all these hospice patients had families near by (in the same town).

The number of people chiming in to say "oh yeah, I've seen that" is even more alarming than the photos are.

The most amazing thing about all of this is that, up and ready to use, in a comparatively clean space, they have an ironing board.

I've seen various people living in only _slightly_ less of a pigstye.

One of those places was in Chapel Hill.

They had a dog who pooped on the floor.

Everyone thought that cleaning it up was someone else's responsibility.

Luckily no children were involved....

The last sentence is undermined by the one that precedes it.

apo, the American people will be saying the same thing when George Bush moves out of the White House.

The best comment from Non Sequitur Theatre Commenter is this:

"Please remember our troops would much rather be attacked by the peaceful and kind insurgents only use highly trained hawks, than by the seasoned fully honed, vehement aspiring, jihadists. They often use AK-47’s and IUD’s instead of hunting birds."

So *that's* why the Roberts court is going after those with uteruses! Damn those IUD carrying motherfuckers!

A couple decades ago I was living in one side of a little duplex. Occupying the other side were not one but two couples. What a fun-loving bunch they were! I can remember lying in bed one evening at two AM, wide awake because I was listening to them bellow drunkenly and incoherently at one another (I do believe that was a full-blown four-way fight they had going that night) and waiting for one of these Neanderthals to pull out a gun (I live in Florida; every moron in the state owns at least one gun) and for the bullets to start flying through the partition wall.

Well, a little while after that noisy fight they all decided to pack up their crap and move out. They didn't lock the door on the way out, probably because their hands were full (they stole the air-conditioner out of the wall). Now for some reason the left their apartment full of big piles of old disintegrating newspapers. And bugs, boy. Lots of bugs. So I went down to the supermarket and bought one of those indoor bug-bombs.

The next morning, I went into their side, taped a plastic garbage bag over the hole where the air-conditioner had been, started the bug-bomb spraying, and left for work. Jesus H. Kee-rist, what a mistake. The bug-bomb sure did clear out all these tens of thousands of little German roaches from their side of the duplex. Where do you suppose they fled to?

When I came home, to my horror I saw every level surface in my apartment was absolutely covered in dead roaches. I don't mean a few dead roaches. I mean lots and lots of dead roaches. Being a big fan of numbers, I actually took a yardstick and measured of a three foot square area on my bed - my bed, people, which that morning I had hoped to come home and sleep on that night - counted the defunct blattellae occupying that measured-off area, and multiplied that by the square footage of my apartment divided by nine. Tens of thousands of dead roaches, no fucking kidding.

Hella effective bug-bomb, though! I didn't see a single crawling survivor.

To be kinder, which one of us does NOT have a part of their life that is a little out of control? Modern society both makes it easier to hide this shit, as well as to push us all to be a little crazier.