The city I grew up in is a piece of work. It is a small New England town tucked away in southwestern New Hampshire with a beautiful church at the head of a circular rotary featuring a statue of a Civil War soldier. On a sultry summer night well after the witching hour in 1967 my friend Sonny and I were trying to move scattered cannonballs back into the neat pile where they originated around the replica cannon on Central Square as it is known.
Those round projectiles were incredibly heavy, and I could barely roll one, but Sonny was strong, and he could lift one and carry it. Just three years prior the city had been recognized for an “All-America-City” award, a distinction not handed out lightly. I could not have known a half century ago that the city would devolve into a bizarre Orwellian nightmare, manufacturing moronic Manchurian Candidates of political correctness.
The city has a newspaper, a radio station, and a college that have morphed into a kind of local Bermuda Triangle of dispensed brain damage, influencing public opinion in destructive ways, not the least of which appears to be a drop in local average intelligence. It is counterintuitive that a city with a college at its center would produce a cerebrally stunted population but that appears to be the case and it seems to be part of a plan to wreck civilized society in order to rebuild it in the image of some grand utopian surveilled and controlled model of totalitarian overlording.
It has been nearly 60 years since that All America City Award and in the overall scheme that is not much time to stupefy a community into giving up their most important freedoms. A brazen, stolen, and crooked presidential election took place right before the eyes of local denizens preoccupied with the fairy dust of equity, inclusion, and Critical Race Theory. The city is lost, and I am greatly saddened by this outcome.
All I can do is to keep an account of what is happening and use wordsmithing skills to bring it to the people. That is becoming more difficult in an age that cancels “dangerous thinking”. For those that can still think, censorship is the hallmark of every totalitarian society that has ever existed. If you are reading this you are still free, but time is running out. My city is gone, what about yours?
It is a shame people laugh at this.
The problem is people born after 1975 only know the world after corporatism strangled out small businesses. [now is the time an ignorant ass will post there are more small businesses now than before, which is only due to the VAAAAST number of LLCs that are not even businesses]
My town was really nice in my youth.
The downtown was bustling. Every shop occupied by a local owner and very well kept. Every single spot.
The parks were immaculate. Every statue that was erected generations ago - untouched.
We had three movie theaters, two drive-ins, three bowling alleys and almost every restaurant was locally owned. I would say among all of the businesses - 90% or higher were locally owned.
Today - despite numerous downtown revitalization attempts that really only fixed up decaying facades... it is less than half occupied, and most of that is city owned.
The parks are a mere shell of what they once were. All of the statues are gone. Kids in the 90s and 2000s defaced/destroyed them all.
We have two corporate theaters, no drive ins, no bowling alleys and almost every restaurant is fast food and chain boxes.
Of all of the businesses, I would say about 40% maaaybe is locally owned.
Oh... and the once bustling newspaper that boasted 85% plus subscribership for years... is in ruins. I use to work there.
Our circulation in the 80s-90s was between 32,000 - 35,000 depending on the day of the week. Today it is less than 10,000 and is owned by Gannett - which is a kiss of death.
We had 3 locally owned radio stations, only 2 are left and only one is still locally owned.
I could go on and on.