In the fetid bowels of America’s urban theater, where tents bloom like mushrooms after rain and human suffering is treated as a budget line, a peculiar beast lumbers through city halls and nonprofit boardrooms alike: the Homeless Industrial Complex. It is a magnificent, grotesque organism, gorging itself on tax dollars and public goodwill, slathered in the rhetoric of “compassion,” yet meticulously engineered to never, under any circumstance, solve homelessness.