There should be some minarettes on the left side with big speakers atop them, with screams of “Allahu achbar, kill the Jews!” emanating from them.
There should be some male Somali immigrants chewing khat, butchering goats on their front porch while discussing the best methods for beating their wives, and debating if it is better to marry off their daughters to toothless old men in Yemen or to young Palestinians who are likely to leave them widows the next time they go bus or pizza parlor bombing.
There should be pimps on the corner offering the latest teenage runaway boys and girls to congressmen circling the block in their big black gas guzzling cars.
There should be someone fencing stolen goods in an alleyway.
There should be elderly people trapped in their homes peering out through barred windows and wondering if they can risk going out to buy groceries.
There should be a holdup at a mom and pop store.
There should be a horrendous riot going on and cars should be burning in front of the shattered windows of a Starbucks, a smashed up hotdog cart and a toppled fruit stand, because someone at Fenton Communications started a rumor that the coffee was not really shade-grown fair-trade coffee, and the fruit cart vendor was accused of genetically modified fruit and alar coated apples. The black hotdog cart vendor should be fleeing for his life as the liberal mob bears down on him shouting profanity and racist slurs at him because they think he sold a hot dog to a conservative.
There should be some union goons beating a scab’s head in with a pipe, sabotaging company vehicles, and stealing company property.
There should be a gaggle of Hamas members working behind a charitable front, writing checks to Democrat congressmen.
There should be a shattered house on the left side too, the debris from its meth lab scattered all around it.
And there should be a school with kids and teachers cowering in them, getting beaten up by gangs.
There should be a townhouse too, with some of Obama's old friends inside trying to assemble a bomb to blow up the dance hall at Ft. Lewis.
There should be a Democrat passing out free cigarettes to freshly registered homeless voters, and a bus to haul them to the next precinct, and the next.
There should be a vacant building, with the same address as some rat Congressmen uses as his "home address" for election district purposes, except obviously no congressman has ever actually lives there.
And down at the art gallery there should be a ring of liberals around a pedestal admiring some excrement in a jar, a work of art created by a guy who came up with the brilliant idea of showing his excrement in a jar to a free-spending board of liberals who were in charge of taxpayer's money who bought as a favor to him because he also supplies the best ganja weed in town.