It used to be that street beggars had the decency to wear their uniform of:
Sunburnt skin, gained whilst you were stuck in the bloody office.
Foolishly loyal dog.
Lithe physique, not many fat junkies around.
A delicious looking, resentment generating, hot cup of coffee.
Better trainers than the ones you have on, possibly used to outrun the law.
The public would naturally parabolically curve away from the “cup of tea cash to local drug dealer” financial model like an inverted gravity well, and all was well with the world.
Then some immoral scum with sensitive skin decided they could just work from an office and recruit an army of equally morally bankrupt gaudily dressed drone minions to beg for them. So now we are accosted not by individuals, but by roaming, co-ordinated gangs of free loaders, unwilling to actually go and get a proper, society benefiting, useful job, and instead wanting to tell you a sob story and take your hard earned cash.
If you want other people to give you money for no direct benefit for themselves, how about you follow that concept and save some cash yourself, and then work for free? Parasites.
So the next time someone asks you for money in the street you can follow this handy guide:
If beggar has a clipboard, respond “I don’t give to beggars”.
For all other beggars, respond “Fuck off junkie”.