Um - you do realize Black Lives Matter is basically a fleecing operation run by grifters on the take, right? https://www.dcurbanmom.com/jforum/posts/list/1032776.page Maybe you can ask for your donation money back? |
You're dreaming. Go talk to my friends on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, at Central Park. Lovely neighborhood now basically uninhabitable due to crime, homeless, needles...crazy people. Go talk to my friends in LA. |
Oh, no. Did she honestly say that? |
Pshaw. You must be a newcomer. The 80s, baby. Crack cocaine, Murder City USA. |
| I live in MD and work in DC. After a lifetime of voting D, I’m 100% switching to R. D’s just don’t care about basic quality of life issues for regular people anymore! (I’m middle class, employed with kids - the standard situation) |
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Does this mean the 1990s are coming back? I LOVED the 1990s.
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Correct. |
District Attorneys who are radicalized “social justice warriors” were elected in each of those cities. Just a coincidence? |
I was almost hit head first on a sidewalk by a speeeding dirt bike. I panic everytime I hear the motors roaring. Once I screamed so loud when dozens of FBI and DEA agents with huge dogs ambushed the subway car I was riding in, I think I scared the dogs and agents. It really was terrifying. I just missed the shooting on the Columbia heights platform. A journalism student interviewed me. The woman at the front desk gave me a knife for protection. She said the size is legal in DC. I have to practice. I'm afraid I might accidently stab myself. In my building, we have the police come in and arrest people occasionally. I always wonder what they did. In one case, they were preparing to break the door down. Once this 300- 400 lb fat man in a wheelchair with no legs locked his wheelchair so i could not get out of my seat. I am severly disabled just had major surgery (amputations myself) and could not climb over my seat. I started screaming and crying because it was just the two of us and he had no mask and was leaning over his wheelchair trying to touch me and intentionally breathing heavily and coughing on me. I asked him nicely to unlock his wheelchair and move so I could get out and he laughed hysterically. Thank god some skinny kid came in the car and lifted that fat a__ man's wheelchair so i could climb out and run out of the car. |
| ^^^fat man with no leg story took place on metro. |