I was born in Seattle and have lived here most of my life.
I am sick to death of the garbageman angrily and officiously taking me to task because I didn't properly seperate my refuse in the different recycling bins in the officially-dictated manner.
I am sick of the unfriendly women who will glare menacingly at you and make snotty comments (or worse) if you make the mistake of holding a door for them at the shopping mall.
Don't expect a second date if you make the mistake of holding a lady's chair for her at a restaurant, helping her on with her coat or open a car door for her.
Forget a date with any of her friends, either, as she will gleefully "out" you as "some kind of neanderthal Conservative".
I am sick of being unable to wash my car in my own driveway for fear of the neighbors ratting me out to the EPA.
I am tired of the Kerry supporters being able to drive around with Kerry bumper stickers while President Bush's supporters can't because they know that their car would be trashed if they parked it anywhere for more than ten minutes with a Bush/Cheney sticker on it.
Let's not even get into the added hazards of driving through Seattle with a Bush sticker on your car.....
You won't see many Bush yard signs because everyone knows that you'll get a rock through your window at 3AM if you dare to put one up.
I am tired of our gutless police department whose officers have their hands tied by an unbelievably Leftist administration. East Coast cities would never tolerate the protesters, "homeless" (bums) and other assorted crime that the current Seattle police administration does.
Don't get me wrong, I love cops, my dad was one. But they can only do as much as their administration lets them.
I am tired of having to drive 50 miles in order to find a place to shoot that allows me to put more than one round in the magazine at a time because Seattle doesn't want me to go on a mass-murder rampage.
I am tired of being limited to ONE Italian pastry shop (Borrachini's) and that it's always out of Cannoli and it seems that only the owner is Italian. Most of the people who work there are black kids and they all wear a scowl as standard equipment.
Sorry about this rant :-( (and I haven't even gotten into the economics LOL)
My Question:
Where is it better? I am forced to continue living here due to obligations but I hope to leave one day.
AMEN! However, many of the Italian pastry shops in New York, while still owned by Italians, are staffed by Russian, Albanians and Latinos. Still, they BLOW AWAY Borrachinis big time.
Again, don't start me on the crappy pizza here.