Theme: Civilization

There were sick f–ks in my neighborhood in the sixties and seventies. But it was impossible to be anonymous. At our levels of population density, the sick f–ks can hide in their youth, hide in their teens, hide in their adulthoods. Because socialization is both what identifies and limits them.

Out of roughly 250 families in the neighborhood, we had 1- adult rapist, 1-adult who raped his daughters (a communist btw), 1 guy who grew up to be a stalker and double-murderer; 1 kid who liked to bury cats and run them over with lawn mowers; a handful of people who became drug addicts; one teacher’s daughter that became a prostitute; and god knows how many alcoholics. (My father among them).

It was an ‘unnatural’ place for for our family. We moved to this small, obscure, rural city because my father had bought a small company there. In other parts of town I’m sure our experience would have been different. But (as I understand it) they chose a less expensive house in a less expensive neighborhood, so that they could pay for the business, and because the business was unreliable. (The real estate agent warned them.)

I know this affected me because it is the reason that I have a fairly harsh opinion of man, made much worse by my experiences going to university in West Hartford, (which is quite lovely) but having to spend unfortunate amount of time in Hartford, which is only slightly better a hell hole than baltimore, bridgeport, and new haven.

In fact, the entire connecticut river valley has been turned into a hell hole by union labor, the ‘puritans’, and their (((allies))) near new york.