He wasn't homeless.

He had a wine barrel.

Putting aside the public masturbation, which is an incredibly easy thing to completely write him off for, his thoughts would still not matter at all today.

He'd be considered a broken mind, not a thinking mind with reasons for his choices and actions.

His criticism of society would be expected, and ignored. But more significantly, he would not have been allowed his place of rest, and would be pestered and moved from place to place.

We make homeless people homeless by telling them they can't stay where they are right now, they can't rest there and they certainly can't build a home there. And the most fun part is that we have people who will tell them that even if they go to the outskirts of our cities, all the way out along an empty road, or even deep into the forest. We have forest police to keep your ass moving, because in our world, you are allowed no land for free. It's all ours. No matter how worthless the patch of dirt you picked is, you can't have it. And what you think about that doesn't matter.