I grew up in NYC, I can’t even look at a picture of it now without getting physically nauseous. All these white out of state College indoctrinated hipster d-bags with their Occupy wall street, black lives matter protests. I don’t remember ANYONE like that when I was growing up, that crap just did not happen. Probably the closest was protests about the Vietnam war which usually would end with the hard hat construction workers beating the crap out of them. Now they got all these white croissant eating, latte drinking, effeminate bitch a*s self righteous backpack wearing twits with bandanas over their face trying to be “rad man”, like these idiots...........
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I know exactly how you feel, except about three thousand miles distant.
My parents were born in Los Angeles, CA, in the mid-1920s and I was born there in 1950. We left CA in 1969, and have never looked back. Well, my father longed to return; but the California we all knew is dead and gone.