It’s Christmas… In between campaign tours, we’re volunteering at the Open Door Community in Atlanta this winter, an outreach to the homeless here. (They take homeless people in here, but we are currently full.) This morning while making my rounds outside, I came across someone who is somewhat of a regular here. He slept outside last night under two threadbare blankets. The temperature was in the lower 30s. “Johnny” is a thin, Black man who appears to be in his late 40s. He has a mental disorder and has been on the streets since, well, anyone can remember. He’s fallen through the cracks, as have many down here. Along with a “merry Christmas Johnny,” I gave him a hot cup of coffee, a couple sandwiches and $5 for cigarettes. But what he really needs is extensive counseling in a quality in-patient, mental health facility, some nutritious food, a support network… And that could actually happen for Johnny — if so many of us in this country lost the satellite radios, the wide screen TVs, the air-conditioning… But sadly, we go on pampering ourselves and in turn saying quite literally to the “Johnny’s” of the world: “Sorry, there’s no room at the inn.” Note: In this same vein, President Obama and his family are on an 11-day vacation at a million dollar beach house in Hawaii where, the press reports, they’ll have steak tonight. ‘Change we can believe in?’ President Bush would go to a set of multi-million dollar family summer homes on an ocean island off the coast of Kennebunkport, Maine, for some of his vacations. Where, I’m sure, he also had steak for dinner. Incidentally, “Johnny” — if he’s lucky — will have a cold bologna sandwich for dinner tonight on his way to searching out another back alley to sleep in. Isn’t it time to stop the insanity in this country? And I’m not talking about “Johnny’s” mental disorder.