My city? God help us.

[Raynine]

In a world where new border-jumping citizens and non-citizens are about to vote to turn New York city into Cuba with government owned grocery stores, I have some thoughts about my own hometown. When I look at it I can’t decide if the world is upside down or inside out. There is a little liberal mutant on the radio station there and a newspaper that is apparently owned and operated by Fischer-Price. This is very odd. It’s like I am in a science fiction movie. I would be very interested to know what percentage of the city's population believes Peter Pan, Johnny Appleseed, and Casper the Friendly Ghost were real breathing characters in our history. But I guess that would depend on the weed-to-alcohol ratio of the locals and their frontotemporal brain health. The words DEI in the bylaws of their medical center do not inspire confidence that neurons and synapses in the city are properly connected.

Obviously, they saw Joe Biden as a fine example of leadership material because they voted for him with the zeal of kid nagging a parent for a Hula Hoop in the late 1950’s. I was not there to watch the vote in 2020, but I can imagine the denizens crowding and squeezing through doorsills like Moe and Curly Howard to get to the voting booth. It must have been a sight!

That is the place where I grew up and I feel some trepidation when I see the condition of the town. I think the liberal arts college that hands out diplomas attesting that students went to high school for four extra years may be partially to blame. I’m not going to get into Sputnik here, but we all know half-assed colleges popped up all over the country when the Russians beat us into space in 1957.

Maybe I’m just an angry old man and a conspiracy theorist. Frankly, I don’t give a shit what people think. I know what I see, and it’s funny to a degree. But there is a point where humor becomes dark. There is a line that is crossed when truth becomes stranger than fiction.

That line was crossed in my home city some time ago.

 

[The Sage of Main Street]

In a world where new border-jumping citizens and non-citizens are about to vote to turn New York city into Cuba with government owned grocery stores, I have some thoughts about my own hometown. When I look at it I can’t decide if the world is upside down or inside out. There is a little liberal mutant on the radio station there and a newspaper that is apparently owned and operated by Fischer-Price. This is very odd. It’s like I am in a science fiction movie. I would be very interested to know what percentage of the city's population believes Peter Pan, Johnny Appleseed, and Casper the Friendly Ghost were real breathing characters in our history. But I guess that would depend on the weed-to-alcohol ratio of the locals and their frontotemporal brain health. The words DEI in the bylaws of their medical center do not inspire confidence that neurons and synapses in the city are properly connected.

Obviously, they saw Joe Biden as a fine example of leadership material because they voted for him with the zeal of kid nagging a parent for a Hula Hoop in the late 1950’s. I was not there to watch the vote in 2020, but I can imagine the denizens crowding and squeezing through doorsills like Moe and Curly Howard to get to the voting booth. It must have been a sight!

That is the place where I grew up and I feel some trepidation when I see the condition of the town. I think the liberal arts college that hands out diplomas attesting that students went to high school for four extra years may be partially to blame. I’m not going to get into Sputnik here, but we all know half-assed colleges popped up all over the country when the Russians beat us into space in 1957.

Maybe I’m just an angry old man and a conspiracy theorist. Frankly, I don’t give a shit what people think. I know what I see, and it’s funny to a degree. But there is a point where humor becomes dark. There is a line that is crossed when truth becomes stranger than fiction.

That line was crossed in my home city some time ago.

Decade After Decadent Decade. Generation After Degenerate Generation

The inevitable downward course of hereditary power.

 

[Mack The Finger]

That line was crossed in my home city some time ago.

Good Post !

 

[Crepitus]

In a world where new border-jumping citizens and non-citizens are about to vote to turn New York city into Cuba with government owned grocery stores, I have some thoughts about my own hometown. When I look at it I can’t decide if the world is upside down or inside out. There is a little liberal mutant on the radio station there and a newspaper that is apparently owned and operated by Fischer-Price. This is very odd. It’s like I am in a science fiction movie. I would be very interested to know what percentage of the city's population believes Peter Pan, Johnny Appleseed, and Casper the Friendly Ghost were real breathing characters in our history. But I guess that would depend on the weed-to-alcohol ratio of the locals and their frontotemporal brain health. The words DEI in the bylaws of their medical center do not inspire confidence that neurons and synapses in the city are properly connected.

Obviously, they saw Joe Biden as a fine example of leadership material because they voted for him with the zeal of kid nagging a parent for a Hula Hoop in the late 1950’s. I was not there to watch the vote in 2020, but I can imagine the denizens crowding and squeezing through doorsills like Moe and Curly Howard to get to the voting booth. It must have been a sight!

That is the place where I grew up and I feel some trepidation when I see the condition of the town. I think the liberal arts college that hands out diplomas attesting that students went to high school for four extra years may be partially to blame. I’m not going to get into Sputnik here, but we all know half-assed colleges popped up all over the country when the Russians beat us into space in 1957.

Maybe I’m just an angry old man and a conspiracy theorist. Frankly, I don’t give a shit what people think. I know what I see, and it’s funny to a degree. But there is a point where humor becomes dark. There is a line that is crossed when truth becomes stranger than fiction.

That line was crossed in my home city some time ago.

The first line in your post labels it as utter bullshit.

Put your hair out and sit down.

 

[EvilEyeFleegle]

In a world where new border-jumping citizens and non-citizens are about to vote to turn New York city into Cuba with government owned grocery stores, I have some thoughts about my own hometown. When I look at it I can’t decide if the world is upside down or inside out. There is a little liberal mutant on the radio station there and a newspaper that is apparently owned and operated by Fischer-Price. This is very odd. It’s like I am in a science fiction movie. I would be very interested to know what percentage of the city's population believes Peter Pan, Johnny Appleseed, and Casper the Friendly Ghost were real breathing characters in our history. But I guess that would depend on the weed-to-alcohol ratio of the locals and their frontotemporal brain health. The words DEI in the bylaws of their medical center do not inspire confidence that neurons and synapses in the city are properly connected.

Obviously, they saw Joe Biden as a fine example of leadership material because they voted for him with the zeal of kid nagging a parent for a Hula Hoop in the late 1950’s. I was not there to watch the vote in 2020, but I can imagine the denizens crowding and squeezing through doorsills like Moe and Curly Howard to get to the voting booth. It must have been a sight!

That is the place where I grew up and I feel some trepidation when I see the condition of the town. I think the liberal arts college that hands out diplomas attesting that students went to high school for four extra years may be partially to blame. I’m not going to get into Sputnik here, but we all know half-assed colleges popped up all over the country when the Russians beat us into space in 1957.

Maybe I’m just an angry old man and a conspiracy theorist. Frankly, I don’t give a shit what people think. I know what I see, and it’s funny to a degree. But there is a point where humor becomes dark. There is a line that is crossed when truth becomes stranger than fiction.

That line was crossed in my home city some time ago.

 

[Synthaholic]

I'm loving the meltdowns.