Posted on 11/10/2023 5:32:24 PM PST by SeekAndFind
Everything is dirty. Nothing works. But everything’s also more expensive. And oh, by the way, you don’t have privacy anymore...
That is how I described life in the US to a friend who had been living abroad for a bit more than a decade when we met up earlier this year during his brief return to the states.
We’re not a first world country anymore, I told him. Hopefully our decline stops somewhere around second world, I half-joked. That’s probably the best we can hope for.
Earlier that evening over dinner at what was once our regular spot, he told me of his life as a physician in Poland. I told him about my PhD work on the health effects of social isolation. He told me about the influx of young American soldiers into his current country of residence.
I described to him the dismal state of education back here at home. The lack of standards. The fetishization of boutique ideologies. The compulsory commitments to further favored political causes.
Now, after a mediocre movie intended for teenagers (or perhaps adults longing to be teenagers again) we meandered in the vacant parking lot of the Barnes & Noble we frequented when he’d return home from college, as well as in the years immediately following our undergraduate work when we were living at home, navigating our first few grownup jobs.
Standing under the sterile glow of aesthetically jarring LED lights, subtle symbols of our country’s progress, I told him about the drive through my hometown earlier that afternoon. The place where I’d grown up. The town where we both had attended high school.
For much of my life, it had seemed like a stereotypical suburb of the 90s, sort of akin to what you’d see in early episodes of The Simpsons. We were by no means Mayberry, but we were a largely clean, peaceful place populated by middle-class people going about their lives the best they could.
With time, yes, a plethora of mostly little changes occurred and accrued as they do everywhere. The video rental stores and comic book shops had closed long ago. The movie theater at which I watched Independence Day, Men In Black, and so many of the other major blockbusters of my childhood with my dad became a 24-hour gym.
The Toys R Us my parents or uncles would take me to for new video games and Nerf guns on random or special occasions was now an Indian grocery store. But for the most part, we retained many of the accoutrements of 90s suburbia well into the 2000s.
Yet, on the drive through that day, more stores just seemed abandoned. Everything appeared to have acquired a thin layer of grime I couldn’t recall being there in the Before Times or even on more recent trips home to visit family. There were also far more beggars than I had ever recalled seeing there at any time in the past.
At the risk of sounding pretentious, beggars and homeless people had always been a rare sight where I grew up. As a child, I thought of them as a largely exclusive feature of the city, seeing them only when my father would take our family Downtown for some excursion to a baseball game or the like, reprimanding my siblings and me if he ever caught us making some discourteous remark at their expense, echoing the admonitions of the teachers and priests at my parochial elementary school that homelessness could strike anyone at any time like some unfortunate disease. I also remember never quite believing them.
Something about the homeless populations I encountered on those rare occasions as a child always seemed indescribably but notably different. Sure, some of them could have been auto workers who lost good union jobs when their plant closed. Yeah, some may have been investment bankers who had fallen on hard times. But even then I could tell many of them seemed to be struggling with mental illness or addiction even if I failed to fully comprehend those concepts at the time.
Now though, in my hometown, that seemed to hold less true.
The lost souls stationed at practically every major intersection along the main road appeared in many cases exceptionally ordinary – and perhaps were until only a few years or even a couple of months earlier when…what? The bar they worked at was deemed unessential by government bureaucrats?
The restaurant they owned was forced to close because everyone was either too frightened by propaganda to eat out or didn’t wish to deal with all the multifarious government-mandated performative acts of obedience required by those simply seeking to sit down for a meal in public? They lost their low-level job as a municipal employee because they refused to take a medicine they didn’t want and in many cases likely didn’t need? Then again, maybe some still had a job but were struggling to keep up with the sudden spike in food prices?
Although I wouldn’t say I was struggling, I told my friend, it’s hard not to notice that my bag of broccoli and cauliflower seems to have a little more air than a year ago and my hummus container appears to take up a little less space in my fridge, while both items inexplicably now cost a dollar more. If someone was living paycheck-to-paycheck, especially if they had a family, it was difficult to imagine how they could keep up.
My friend reminded me this wasn’t just the US.
The price of basic food items like eggs had gone up considerably in Poland, he informed me. Having traveled more than I have in our current period of Reset and Reconstruction, he also told me how he’s noticed that sex-segregated restrooms were being phased out in a lot of places, circling back to our earlier discussion of the fetishization of boutique ideologies, albeit no longer relegated to university soil.
His saying this reminded me of how a colleague of mine reported something similar when traveling to New York earlier this year, describing the city as Gotham with gender-neutral bathrooms, zombified homeless people wandering the streets, and the constant smell of weed in the air.
Before parting ways for what would likely be another who knows how long, we went for a drive under the watchful eyes of the automatic license plate readers that sprouted up on practically every street light sometime between the Pandemic Period and our current Reset and Reconstruction phase – more undeniable signs of our country’s progress. We talked about the future. My friend was working through whether he wanted to stay in Poland, move to Canada where his then-girlfriend resided, or return to the US.
I told him I didn’t really know how things were in Poland, but at least the US wasn’t quite as explicitly totalitarian as Canada…yet. I also told him that I had come to acknowledge that pursuing a career as a professor and a scientific researcher long-term may no longer be an option for me given that I had spent the past two years publicly criticizing many of the political positions you’re required not only to profess but actively promote if you wish to teach at a university or do scientific research in the US.
Something else I thought about while we were driving around, or maybe sometime later as I left behind the area in which I had spent so many formative years was how so few people seem to notice so many of these changes – or casually accept them as normal if they do.
One particular example that sticks out to me now is something that occurred not long after my brief reunion with my expat friend. Once more I was driving down the main road in the town in which I grew up. Many stores still just seemed abandoned. Everything still appeared to possess a thin layer of grime. Beggars were still stationed at nearly every major intersection.
This time I was returning to visit my mother for a small dinner. On the way home, I stopped at a Starbucks not far from the Indian grocery store that used to be the Toys R Us where I got my first Mario Kart game as a kid and my first Resident Evil game as a middle-schooler.
Outside the Starbucks was an elderly woman, probably living on the streets, a little more reminiscent of my childhood notion of a homeless person than most of the seemingly newly-minted beggars at the intersections.
While I waited for my order, I overheard the baristas talking with a couple of customers about her. Apparently, she was always there, always troubled by demons no one else could see. Sometimes she came in and made a mess in one of the bathrooms. Sometimes she harassed customers in a way that went beyond just asking for a couple bucks or some change.
One of the customers with whom the baristas were speaking nodded along with the conversation, mentioning that she worked at a retirement home, authoritatively stating there was a full moon coming. From what she said, the old folks always get like this as the full moon approaches. The baristas nodded along in agreement.
Listening to this, I remember thinking we’re not a first world country anymore, but are we really a 1930s depiction of Nineteenth Century Romania? I knew we had accepted outrageous food prices and a steady population of beggars and homeless people in our suburbs as part of the New Normal, but I didn’t know we had accepted moon madness too.
Then again, maybe I was being overly pessimistic, overlooking obvious positives.
I mean, for all I know, the bathroom in which this old homeless woman suffering from moon madness regularly made a mess was gender-neutral, in which case, if that’s not a sign of progress, I don’t know what is.
AND a massive police state will throw you in prison for years without charges and without trial if you raise your voice. A massive police state that that sends thirty-man pre-dawn FBI raids to your house if you counter the Deep State orthodoxy or the Liberal Religion.
All that matters is that we have diversity.
It would be terrible to be surrounded by like minded white people…
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Import the third world, become the third world.
It reminds me of Chile or Colombia now.
diversity is the biggest scam ever perpetrate on the American people.
All according to plan
See Manchurian Candidate Barack Hussein Obama
You won’t see this in the well-off suburban towns where the affluent professionals live. Beggars and homeless are escorted off the premises, and the downtown streets are lined with expensive shops and restaurants.
The premise of this article is valid but this kid has no idea what America was at her zenith. I mean, he looks back nostalgically at video rental and comic book stores? Pathetic. He was born halfway down the slippery slope already and doesn’t even know it.
You think leftists who did this aren’t white?
And weed. As long as I can get blunted and swig some 40’s with my homies, who cares about abortion, nomsayin’?!?
Luv me sum ho’s…
Look at Japan for first world cities, arguably also Eastern Europe or even the large country to the east of that. Skip Ukraine and Gaza, though, some of their cities look almost as bad as Baltimore.
Look to South Africa for our future. For starters, they have electricity for about 12 hours per day, and literally publish blackout schedules (they call it load shedding). So it’s probably a good idea to stock up on battery power supplies while the dollar is strong enough to keep them reasonably priced (they’re all made in China, of course). Solar doesn’t hurt either, but regardless, you’ll need batteries. Also invest in private security companies, as they as the police in South Africa are virtually impossible.
For me the heyday was comic books and Saturday morning cartoons and shows like “Gilligan’s Island” and “The Brady Bunch.” Was that really so different?
And when I see how many stores and malls that were around 30 years ago have closed down it gets to me too.
Nothing like that in my corner of the free state of Florida. Political operatives like this writer trying to make everybody feel miserable is so tiresome. We refuse to be manipulated and used. Sorry.
Yes.
I’ve seen the same pattern in three countries up close: Canada, UK, USA.
There is something about the Anglo-Sphere where they had it all, more than any other countries, and their elites deliberately threw it away to import the Third World, as well as empower the most demented, immoral perverts to set the norms for the society.
I think there is a question there - why did the Anglo-Sphere climb so high, but fall so fast ?
I used to say that Ted Kennedy’s crowning achievement in life was that he was the only Kennedy brother who nobody thought was worth killing. Now you look back at his legislation changing the source countries for migration to this country, and maybe wonder what you would do if you had a time machine and could only make one round trip.
I’m not anti-Christ. Unlike you.
Why? Because the municipal workers who knew how to treat water were replaced by diversity hires who don't. And they don't want to learn and they don't want to get their Beyonce-nails dirty. But they sure like that city worker paycheck.
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