Posted on 08/13/2025 3:18:00 PM PDT by E. Pluribus Unum
The city has been a model of corrupt, complacent governance – a national embarrassment
The last thing I heard before my ears started ringing was my left turn signal clicking.
I was stopped at a red light on a Saturday afternoon, waiting to glide into my parking lot near the Waterfront Metro stop in Washington, DC when a loud crack suddenly deafened me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bullet-sized wound in my windshield.
It wasn’t a windy day, and no cars had been passing by to kick a loose stone up at my beloved Camry, so it only took me only a half-second to realize what had happened. When the fight or flight kicked in, I briefly (and foolishly) fled the vehicle before diving back in to take a left on red.
The two Metropolitan Police Department officers my 911 call summoned didn’t show up until a half-hour later, even though the nearest station was only a two-minute walk away. Gesturing toward my broken windshield, I asked them for confirmation of what I already knew had happened. Yes, my car had probably been shot with me in it, they agreed before informing me that all they could do was record the incident.
If I wanted, they said, I could ask nearby apartment buildings and businesses for security footage and report back to them. And then they were off; my ears were still ringing.
That was only the most notable of my many experiences with the post-Covid crime wave that made DC such an unsettling place to live during my two years in the district. There was also the time a man on a motorcycle swerved onto the sidewalk to stare me down as my fiancée hid behind me; the time her cousin was mugged; and...
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So glad I escaped. Never regretted leaving.
A female friend of mine was parking her car near Logan Circle, <1 mile from the White House. As she sent into the truck of her car to get an umbrella, a group of “youths” came up, opened her front car door, and stole her purse, iPhone and computer.
They laughed and said “wut u gonna do?” as they walked away.
She had airtags to trace the items to a house in NE Washington. The DC cops could not have cared less.
The old Detroit joke.
A man got his affairs in order, left a suicide note for his family, and then walked out at night, alone and unarmed in the City of Detroit.
The equivalent of
“Take two aspirin and call us in the morning if no improvement”
“The city has been a model of corrupt, complacent governance – a national embarrassment....”
Every democrat city and town is exactly this.
I did the same, leaving communist cultured Massachusetts. Took a big pay hit, but hard work has made up for it over the years. A true blessing, for myself and everyone in my life, even the ones who are still there. They witness.
I took a massive pay cut. Now I’m retired in front of the Caribbean. I think I’ll go for a swim and have a Margarita.
Oh, please. Thats only vaguely in the same neighborhood as death, not even a knock on the door.
Yeah! I can't count the number of times I've had bullets pass through my windshield!
When one used to enter Mexico in Tijuana, one used to walk past metal detectors (and some very serious Mexicans).
A metal detector means can be placed in or by a sidewalk, and two cameras placed nearby, all monitored by computer.
When a convicted person not supposed to have a gun and without obvious and corresponding external metal walks past it and activates it, the computer could flash the person’s image and sensor data in front of a judge, allow the judge create a warrant, the judge could sign the warrant electronically, and the police could stop the person and search him.
When one used to enter Mexico in Tijuana, one used to walk past metal detectorsNot when I was there in the late 80s: no customs, no papers, and the only things in the way were drunks passed out in the middle of the sidewalks, midday. We just walked over them.
Why did he need the corner of his eye to see a bullet hole in front of him in the left side of the windshield?
*He did note that he was a dumbass for jumping out of the vehicle (someone hates this car) which most likely was still in gear and started rolling when he jumped back in.
Good chance it was someone in the crosswalk that fired at him and his brain did not have the ability to see people, only the traffic light and roadway.
Had many brushes with death when I lived and worked in DC during the Clinton years. A week before I left there was a shooting outside the zoo which was right across from my condo on Connecticut Ave. I knew then I was making the right decision.
Have you ever had a bullet pass through your windshield?
Again, most likely someone passing close to him and he had the driver’s window down.
Awesome!
I moved out of the big, blue city (Tampa) to the most tiny, remote, agricultural town in NW Tennessee. No regrets at all (although that gig by the Caribbean sounds interesting!).
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