Humm...freeze union pay and benefits...police and fireman go on strike.. just let the natives burn it down...bulldoze whatever is still standing...
Sell it by the quarter acre. ...start again...
Union thugs start at 7.25 per hour...
“just let the natives burn it down...”
Detroiters always had a uncanny ability to burn all kinds of things. My personal favorite was scouting out all of the discarded Christmas trees, standing em up in a snow bank, and,voila, let there be light.