<![CDATA[We have these sad losers in our town — perhaps there are some in yours, too — who gather on the corner of a main street every Saturday to wave signs at passing cars for a few hours. The signs are adorned with spittle-flecked ravings about "kings" and "fascism" and so on, and someone usually has a Temu version of one of those President-Trump-as-a-baby balloons. And whenever we drive past these lost souls, we say to one another, “Imagine if they spent that energy on helping someone.”]]>