In today’s lesson, we’ll learn how the fact that the average American can’t afford to buy a home in 99% of the country is evidence of a historic economy.
I own a home worth 2.5 times more than I paid for it in 1996. At least it was before my neighborhood turned into little Tijuana. Now it is is noisy, strewn with trash, murder, gangs, heroin, and graffiti. Diversity is our strength my ass.
When I ask police, city leaders about noise ordinances, I'm told to accept it, "it's their culture."
Seems a little one sided. What if expecting peace and quiet is part of my culture, which it has been for more than fifty years? How is destroying a neighborhood of peaceful, working taxpayers and replacing it with moronic hooligans benefiting anyone?
Almost every night now, I get jarred awake by either stupid next-door neighbors starting up their cars (sans exhaust systems), or by the idiot that thinks it's cool to do donuts in every parking lot from 30th to 46th street. This has been going on all summer. I wish I could just stop paying taxes, but that would mean home would be repo-ed by The State.