There have to be a few left. The place isn't a totally burned-out wasteland.
Yet.
That's right. God won't smite it while there are at least ten just men living there.
Yes, there are a few of us closeted Conservatives (note double entendre and avoidance of the word, “Republican”).
The feel-good, I-have-a-gay-friend, Prius-Algore-worshipping, anti-war infection runs deep here. The middle-aged ex-hippie appeasers watch as gangs kill their own, bankrupt their schools, hospitals and criminal justice system and the only answer is, “we need to spend more money to cure racism.”
My neighbor to the south DO NOT discuss politics as his Marxist rants of Bushs’ fault and we need to pay $12 minimum wage...gets a silent reception.
There's some of us insurgents still around the city. A lonely bunch for sure, but still a bunch. Okay, a few.