"She's dead, Jim."
I gave up reading. First and lasting impression is a city filled with and attracting animals. Untamed in the worst sense. Uncivilized. If I were there, I’d be happy to be carrying a concealed weapon and should be asking why I was there.
It’s just “diversity”, you know, multicultural blessings...
"She's dead, Jim."
Like a never-flushed toilet, the Minneapolis city government got clogged with liberals.
Didn’t Minneapolis import a bunch of Somalis?
Result of decades of Democrats in charge. I saw the same when I went to Green Bay for a concert. Couldn’t wait to get back South.
[People shouting, dropping F-bombs for all to hear. Groups running up and down sidewalks, steamrolling whomever and getting into confrontations. Men urinating on the front doors of businesses, day and night.]
Jesus Is The Answer - Andrae Crouch & Singers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9Mz3P1L1w8
25 years ago the “problems” were confined to neighborhoods a few blocks from downtown. Emboldened by politically correct policing the “problems” moved a few blocks north into downtown. Areas that were safe for a evening stroll 20 years ago are now no-go zones.
It's typical Liberalville. Waste billions of taxpayer dollars trying to whitewash over the problem instead of just picking up the trash.
A city run by Democrats. Need I say more?
I remember as a teenager growing up in Minneapolis stepping over or walking around bums lying on the sidewalks along Hennepin Ave. Going to the library on Nicollet Ave you had to run the gauntlet of bums congregated between the library and planetarium, which got so bad that they finally stationed a cop permanently in the library. Drunken Indians were a major problem plaguing downtown. In those days there weren’t many blacks. Once the blacks arrived in large numbers from Gary, Chicago and St. Louis, the violence skyrocketed, and venturing downtown became not just unpleasant, but dangerous.
The descriptor he’s looking for, positive-sounding but morally neutral, is “vibrant.”
An commentary that bemoans Minneapolis for its decline into incivility illustrates its own bad manners with coarse language including the f-word. Ironic.
You bet it isn't!
They asked for it. They got it. It's not as though they didn't know what they were going to get.
To paraphrase Dorothy Parker, commenting on another Minnesotan upon his demise: "The poor sons of bitches!"
There was a sort of downtown “park” of maybe two or three unimproved blocks of land (sans trees), there in Minneapolis. A theater (maybe for plays) and restaurants lined the area, but so did a lot of people milling around. I had to wait there for a connecting bus.
I eventually made it to her home and we talked for a while. When I left, I caught what would be the last set of buses back to St. Paul (around 1 AM). I had to wait again for the bus near the theater.
The area had become raucous and most all of the people looked “unsafe.” One or two others with me in the barely-covered bus waiting area looked like normal people who must have been going home after work. Their behavior further told me the danger of the occasion. When the bus to St. Paul appeared, I confirmed with the driver his was the bus I needed. He told me it was, and that this was not the place or time for someone obviously alone and seemingly unprepared for the situation.
The evening was both exciting and sad. It was the first time I'd visited a blind person in the evening. She was happy to hear from me, but her apartment was bleak and bare, with one or two harsh lights. She seemed desperate for companionship on this cold, early winter night.
When I got back to St. Paul, I entered the above-ground, environmentally-controlled “habitrail,” block-connecting maze and walked the rest of the way back to my hotel (a beautifully-inviting Embassy Suites).
I never ventured back to Minneapolis on subsequent visits.
Feral Swedes have taken over the downtown.
I’m just surprised the author did not use the well worn white villain trope as code word for vibrant people of color acting like asses.
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