By Guest Blogger: SANDRA GLUSCHANKOFF — Argentinian (read bio)
One, two, five… ten. One.
That was the number of homeless men I counted while I strolled two blocks down a very quaint little town in the Central Coast of California.
Ten men and one woman.
The ages? Very hard to guess.
Under the many layers of clothing they wore, and behind the deep creases in their skin left by the incessant beating of the sun, these men could’ve been anywhere between their twenties and forties.
This is not the first time I have encountered homeless people in my life.
I come from a country where hobos are an institution. It is a tough pill to swallow because down there, a huge number of these beggars are children. Unlike the adults we are used to seeing begging on the streets wearing everything they own, these children are barely dressed. Their feet are blistered from their constant barefoot walking on the rough pavement and their faces smeared with dirt from their precarious living conditions. (more…)



When I was in France couple of years ago, I got very sick and had to spend some time in the hospital. The French healthcare system, a complex mix of private and public financing is reputed to be one of the most effective systems in the world. (In the last global rankings by the World Health Organization [WHO] on healthcare, France was ranked #1, Iran #93, and the U.S., #37.)
Let me start by saying that this foray into a public expression of my not-so-P.C. ideas and ideals is different for me. I was hesitant to write this blog because I very much dislike arguing, and I don’t care what most people think anyway, so why bother? However, when someone starts talking trash about America or messing with my rights and my money, then I do get a bit riled up.