Yeah, this sort of crap is a big deal in my hometown. No matter how hard the Boomer Commies who run the joint try, they can’t seem to keep the effects of the free market from invading their own personal little progtardian fantasy life.
If they had their way, San Francisco would consist entirely of homeless, drug-addicted, drunk, or insane hippies living on the sidewalks and in the gutters.
Unfortunately, this presents them with a real-world conundrum that absolutely drives them nuts: In their dream world, who would pay the taxes needed to support it?
Their answer always is “somebody else.” Why? Because.
I’m hoping and praying that these dot.com saviors discover my neighborhood, buy up the local housing, and drive the value of my own joint through the roof. Want to live in an urban/ethnic/hippie shit-pit?
Move to Richmond. And good riddance.