I grew up in #7 on this list of most dangerous cities in America. It’s connected to #20, where I went to college and have lived most of my adult life. Now, I live in this one strip of heavily policed white-ville that’s sort of in between them. I can leave my apartment and be in the center of either one in 15 minutes.
The place I live now if hardcore when it comes to arresting black people who play music too loud. All my old friends who still live in the bad parts of town are afraid to come out here because if your car has a dent, they’ll pull you over and search you out here. It’s madness dude.
I’m eating boerenkool met worst. How I have missed this food. It is raining dogs suddenly so the Albert Heijn has put Boerenkool met Worst in the racks. Once in a while a good microwave dinner is all I need.
Kris - then what I’m left with to wonder is if you also annoy the hell out of these South Carolineans, or if it’s a one way deal. Can you say anything specific about their annoying nature?
But back to my Boerenkool, not to let it get cold. Rain smashing against the window, dark setting in. Candle burning on this enormous standard I bought, and like. Silhouettes of houses on the other side of the canal, geese are quiet…
I went to charleston south carolina once. Every single citizen of that state has a bumper sticker of the known racist image that we know as the confederate flag.
It means that they hold dear in their hearts the time that slaves were allowed to be owned and they could get rich off the backs of others.
They’ve even got a confederate history museum, celebrating the side that lost the civil war in the US. You know…the side that built it’s entire economy on the backs of slaves.
It’s miserable. I was only there so that I could get on a boat that was going to Bermuda that happened to be leaving from the port of charleston.
But I do not think that carrying a Federation flag is primarily a sign of racism. Rather of a mix of primitivism and fallen aristocracy, the losers of of the 18th and 19th centuries.
Maybe you’re right in general about flying old flags, but the one I’m talking about is widely considered to be a symbol of racism.
There is literally no one flying that one anywhere who doesn’t also happen to hate black people. I know that correlations and causes aren’t the same thing or whatever, but when something gets elevated to the level of iconic status, that means it’s taken on a specific meaning. In this case, that meaning is bigotry.
Uum, Southern California not Carolina.
I have never met anyone from Carolina.
And sure they probably found me just as annoying. Its a two way street.
Mr. R. You are the one that talks about making money this way and that and how easy it is, so finances cant be an issue. The only issue I can see is attachment otherwise nothing prevents leaving a harsh environment.
I have met all but Asian from Southern California. Its just a cultural difference thing. Heck I wouldn’t make them second class just because they annoy me. As I said I am sure I annoyed them. I should mention that it includes a few cousins.
ROTFLMAO, most of my in-laws are from there, we live in the south east, you would have to ask my husband about that… he is from the Northwest but, has ties to the southwest… BTW, I am Southwestern, Arizona.
I saw a sunset there on the way to LA, breathtaking. We stopped and I had a chicken mc nugget menu and some m&ms in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere under a golden sun, which was the most simplistic I’ve ever felt, and it’s one of the most peaceful memories. I basically like the whole west except downtown San Francisco. I once stayed in a hotel there and for the first time realized there was a whole world of despair that doesn’t even try to stay below the surface.
On the one trip I made to Oregon for a sister-in- law wedding., 2am I10 outside of LA was gridlocked. It took, 3 hours to get through a stretch that should have taken half an hour… no accidents were the cause…
I never took the freeways in LA, I was paranoid I’d end up in a 24 hour jam. Then I had to once and I was immediately stuck for hours. I really like their big avenues, they’re less crowded than Amsterdam traffic axises and with much more potholes and chemical pink vistas.
Sunshine through the rain, another dreary day in Amsterdam. I went into the city for a while to buy a BMX bike, which I reconsidered as soon as I got close to the touristic center. There can not be much drearier and fatiguing things than a city center full of tourists and shopping day-people.
