“Caught on the cot.” And, naturally, onlookers went live on FaceBook!
What the heck?
We understand that ‘everyone is different’, but the ‘whatever floats your boat’ ought to have SOME sort of limit, shouldn’t it?
This isn’t exactly the master bedroom with some Barry White (or equivalent) on the radio.
It’s not in the back seat out in the woods somewhere, where you hope nobody discovers your hiding place.
It isn’t even in the ‘relative privacy’ of a tent in a tent city.
This is a military-issued cot. In a crowded room with other people in military-issued cots.
Maybe they have no sense of personal privacy — there is one sort of people who specifically enjoy an audience in such — intimate — moments.
But Time and place, people!
Besides the hygiene reasons, body fluids and the associated odor — the cameraman noticed the smell from across the room! — there are KIDS present. There are people separated from loved ones and don’t know whether they’ll see them again.
If not for yourself… for the other people around you.
Have a little respect. This is a shelter. There are little kids in there.
Can’t they exert just a wee bit of self-control?
There are people walking around, and everyone has a camera these days…
The man wearing a green hood keeps looking around to see if he’s getting away with it.
And he thinks he is.
What he doesn’t know is that this couple can see what he’s up to and is live-streaming the whole thing.
Watch:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuoLqB62OrU
That’s just nasty.
That shirt got it wrong. ‘Nasty’ women and their nasty men don’t make history, they make video clips that get them mocked on the internet.
A little perspective people. Places are STILL being evacuated.
This has been a massive tragedy.
Even some of the shelters are flooding:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEUQFVVOOXw
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