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Crime is clearly only part of the problem. San Francisco is becoming a deeply unpleasant place to visit across the board. Large parts of the city stink of huma

Crime is clearly only part of the problem. San Francisco is becoming a deeply unpleasant place to visit across the board. Large parts of the city stink of human refuse. The downtown core is a corporate wasteland. The other half of the city is a NIMBY wasteland. The public transit is embarrassing. Everyone is grumpy and pretentious. You don't feel safe walking across town alone. It's a city that seems to hate itself. It is constantly offering you a protective bubble - private cars, bars on rooftops, an apartment with a doorman. It seems the only people who earnestly enjoy SF are those who can afford to maintain their own world somewhere in it.

pelasaco 5y ago
I can just point out, that is the reality in the Latin/South America. We expected that South/Latin America would become like North America, but looks like it comes the other way around. What a mess can do a small buch of bad politicians!
oceanghost 5y ago
“ANDRÉ: . . . And when I was at Findhorn I met this extraordinary English tree expert who had devoted himself to saving trees, and he’d just got back from Washington lobbying to save the Redwoods. And he was eighty-four years old, and he always travels with a backpack because he never knows where he’s going to be tomorrow. And when I met him at Findhorn he said to me, “Where are you from?” And I said, “New York.” And he said, “Ah, New York, yes, that’s a very interesting place. Do you know a lot of New Yorkers who keep talking about the fact that they want to leave, but never do?” And I said, “Oh, yes.” And he said, “Why do you think they don’t leave?” And I gave him different banal theories. And he said, “Oh, I don’t think it’s that way at all.” He said, “I think that New York is the new model for the new concentration camp, where the camp has been built by the inmates themselves, and the inmates are the guards, and they have this pride in this thing that they’ve built—they’ve built their own prison—and so they exist in a state of schizophrenia where they are both guards and prisoners. And as a result they no longer have—having been lobotomized—the capacity to leave the prison they’ve made or even to see it as a prison.” And then he went into his pocket, and he took out a seed for a tree, and he said, “This is a pine tree.” And he put it in my hand. And he said, “Escape before it’s too late.” ― Wallace Shawn, My Dinner With André

pelasaco 5y ago

I can just point out, that is the reality in the Latin/South America. We expected that South/Latin America would become like North America, but looks like it comes the other way around. What a mess can do a small buch of bad politicians!

oceanghost 5y ago

“ANDRÉ: . . . And when I was at Findhorn I met this extraordinary English tree expert who had devoted himself to saving trees, and he’d just got back from Washington lobbying to save the Redwoods. And he was eighty-four years old, and he always travels with a backpack because he never knows where he’s going to be tomorrow. And when I met him at Findhorn he said to me, “Where are you from?” And I said, “New York.” And he said, “Ah, New York, yes, that’s a very interesting place. Do you know a lot of New Yorkers who keep talking about the fact that they want to leave, but never do?” And I said, “Oh, yes.” And he said, “Why do you think they don’t leave?” And I gave him different banal theories. And he said, “Oh, I don’t think it’s that way at all.” He said, “I think that New York is the new model for the new concentration camp, where the camp has been built by the inmates themselves, and the inmates are the guards, and they have this pride in this thing that they’ve built—they’ve built their own prison—and so they exist in a state of schizophrenia where they are both guards and prisoners. And as a result they no longer have—having been lobotomized—the capacity to leave the prison they’ve made or even to see it as a prison.” And then he went into his pocket, and he took out a seed for a tree, and he said, “This is a pine tree.” And he put it in my hand. And he said, “Escape before it’s too late.” ― Wallace Shawn, My Dinner With André