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LOL. Some guy named CHAD wanted to armchair analyze me. He thought I despise San Fransisco because I must've had a traumatic experience there. Sorry CHAD. It's a little deeper than that..and maybe even deeper than you're willing or capable of going, tbh.
Didn't want to leave old Chad hanging (hanging chads get idiots elected) so here was my response:
"No. I'm going to say the great class divide is what provides these two glaringly different views of "Frisco" (which is a derogatory term for the city from my understanding. Which might explain why it fell out of use.) If you are poor or blue-collar working class (not 2nd, 3rd and 4th gen business owners/investors..they made the city pretentious and unlivable) then Frisco is a nightmare. Underpaid compared to the cost of living, overworked and with a commute from hell because you can't afford the rents.
The poor are seen as worse than pigeons. Blue collar workers are seen as losers of the career race by those enjoying their services. And 2nd, 3rd, 4th and so on inheritor class types think everything is peachy keen..because it is..for them. "Full f--king speed ahead!", they say. Some of them are actually clueless enough to think they are tightening their belts and "having a hard time" (making that Lincoln payment.)
This is California in a nutshell: Self absorbed and not too worried about it.
I was not only stationed there, but worked there and lived there for well over 10 years both in the North of the state (Yolo) and the South of the State (Everywhere from Tijuana to La Jolla) and built a small food route there.
The class divide problem is everywhere in our country. But especially when I lived in Yolo, it was so obvious how oblivious those with power and money want to be of the problems that they are supposed to lead the country out of..but exacerbate instead.
They tend to prefer lame little publicity stunts they call charity to alleviate their consciences as they move to build their slumlord empires and find more "dumb losers" to underpay and over work. In Yolo, you could walk to the state capital and you magically crossed this border where everything got clean and nice and there were boatloads of signs telling you what you couldn't do. (Sounds like what the wealthy and upper middle class have been doing to the whole country: making their areas nice and well maintained while everyone else goes without and lives in filth because they're too tired, busy and broke from taking care of the richie side of town.)
And no, Chad, I haven't had a bad day since 1983. Just a lot of experiences..some pleasant, some unpleasant..always with my heart on the outside where it belongs. And thanks for the armchair attempt at a diagnosis there, perfect stranger. My psychologist father would have approved of your intent."
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