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mightyflamethrower · 2 months

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It is hard to destroy a naturally beautiful city like San Francisco, with ideal weather and stunning infrastructure inherited from far better earlier generations.

Yet San Francisco continues its much-publicized and self-inflicted doom loop. The productive classes still flee the increasingly crime-ridden city and its self-induced pathologies. The city is eroding not because of the doomsayers and not because of what people say about San Francisco, but because of what San Franciscans have done to San Francisco.

In 2023, more than 40,000 crimes were reportedly committed in San Francisco. The great majority of the perpetrators were either not arrested or never jailed, indicted, or convicted.

Downtown office vacancy rates exceed 35 percent—and are climbing. Tourists have ostracized the city, given the thousands of homeless that occupy sidewalks and downtown. San Francisco claimed to be on the cutting-edge of the woke green movement, proud that it had enacted the most stringent environmental laws and regulations in the world—except when it came to defecation, injection, and urination on the sidewalks, doorways, and parks and during storms, when the toxic, effluviant human waste escapes sewage treatment and flows into the once-cherished bay.

In a mere five years, the city went from being one of the most envied and wealthy in the world with a vibrant nightlife and new high-tech start-ups to a West-Cost Detroit.

Now billionaires are trying to heal San Francisco by returning it to the old normality in the era before the progressive city councils, the boards of supervisors, and mayors defunded the police, allowed the homeless to absorb the downtown, and promoted prosecutors who refused to enforce the laws.

The rich are rallying to undo the damage wrought by the very officials whom they and the majority of the city voted into office. Their principles seem simple—start doing the very opposite of the progressive agenda: enforce laws; arrest, convict, and incarcerate criminals; balance city budgets; and insist that the homeless leave the streets, follow the laws of the city, and relocate to shelters.

Across the bay, Oakland is in even worse shape. The city is on life support as a predictable result of progressive nihilism: do not enforce the law; do not arrest or jail criminals; raise taxes and overregulate businesses; pay exorbitant salaries to unionize public workers and bloated city staff; create toxic racial animosity. And the result is Oakland 2024, a mix between 19th-century Tombstone and contemporary Port-au-Prince.

The city is becoming a veritable ghost town as more overtaxed employers leave and more taxes rise on those who cannot leave. Cities like Washington, D.C., Los Angeles, and New York follow the same trajectory. They suffer the symptoms of a collective madness triggered by a combination of the destructive national COVID quarantine that birthed the zoom culture, the systematic attack on police after the George Floyd death, and a nihilist woke epidemic that postulated a binary of stereotyped oppressors and oppressed that saw the so-called punching bag victimizers shrug and move far away from blue states and cities.

In all these doom-loop cities, progressive reformers in the eleventh hour are now trying to undo the very policies of those they elected, as if they are slowly waking up from a collective madness—in an election year.

A similar confessional and re-examination among the left is occurring over the border catastrophe. Upon ascension, the Biden administration discarded, and ridiculed as illiberal, the security measures it had inherited from the prior administration—the end of catch-and-release, the demand that would-be refugees apply for entry in their home countries, the continuation of the wall, and Mexico’s responsibility to stop the transit of millions northward through its country.

Much of the sudden left-wing panic over the border is, of course, opportunistic because it is an election year and the left fears losing power for what it has done to the middle class. The optics of 8 million people swarming the border with impunity over the last few years have alienated the public. And the infusion of illegal migrants into inner-city and border communities threatens to hemorrhage the Democratic base.

So suddenly, no one takes credit for the once wonderful, porous Biden border. Abruptly, the crossings are blamed on Trump—as if no one remembers Joe Biden’s 2019 performance-art boast for illegal aliens to “surge” the border and how he facilitated that advice over the next three years. Abruptly, the Democrats insist that after three years and 8 million illegal aliens into the Biden administration, something must be done—perhaps even a rebranding of what worked in 2020 as their own.

The same rethinking of energy is occurring as well among the left—in an election year. The more they talk of banning natural gas, mandating electric vehicles, and ending internal combustion engines, the more they quietly reverse course, draining the strategic petroleum reserve, quietly allowing more federal oil leases, and encouraging national production to return to pre-COVID levels present during the Trump administration.

Frackers and drillers are working at near-full production. Production in 2023 ended up at 13.5 million barrels a day. In short, halfway through the Biden administration, as it desperately drained the strategic petroleum reserve on the eve of the midterms to lower the high gasoline prices it had spawned, the left kept up the green rhetoric as it greenlighted oil production.

In early 2024, the U.S. is once again the largest oil producer in the world. Monthly production now matches or exceeds the high record months during the pre-COVID Trump administration.

Why the turnabout? Once again, reality strikes. In an election year, the return to reasonable energy prices is helping to moderate the inflation that the Biden administration fueled.

Energy self-sufficiency is a valuable foreign exchange earner. It allows the U.S. to be independent abroad, free from foreign leverage, whether from the Middle East, Russia, or Iran. American petroleum autarchy keeps the world price low and reduces the income of belligerent states. Again, the green rhetoric continues as the oil flows more than ever. Understood is that the left quietly agrees that oil and gas are necessary for the now slow transition to alternate fuels—in an election year.

Are any of our major cities, the vast majority blue and progressively run, still hammering away at the police, eager to cut more from the police? Are they rallying around another Soros-funded critical legal theory wannabe district attorney?

Or are they more likely desperately trying to offer bonuses to recruit officers whom, in just two or three years, they libeled and drove out?

Why the shift? Perhaps because they got their utopian wish that asserted that blameless criminals break the law only because of society’s biases and unfairness, not because they calculate perceived benefits of criminality offset by its dangers. And now they rue the result—in an election year. In other words, leftists don’t like getting mugged, car-jacked, assaulted, and beaten and fear their own policies are endangering their own safety.

Why are corporations no longer lavishing money on Black Lives Matter? Why are donations to Ivy League schools down? Is Professor Kendi still a hot ticket on the lecture circuit? Is the reparations movement picking up steam? Or does the left now fear that its promotion of tribalism and guilt-ridden racial essentialism is leading to a race-obsessed, fractious society, headlong on its way to a Rwanda, former Yugoslavia, or Iraq—in an election year?

The Biden administration, staffed by Obama-era foreign policy apparatchiks and functionaries, sought to remake what National Security Advisor Jake Sullivan once bragged was a quiet inherited Middle East.

The progressive therapeutic approach was supposed to lead to an ecumenical Middle East. A tolerant, passive, turn-the-other cheek enlightened foreign policy for the 21st century would lead to a new, better Iran without nukes, a two-state solution of Hamas living peacefully with Israelis, while the occasionally raucous Houthis calmed down, Hezbollah would become more a partner than mere terrorists, Israel would be lectured and sermonized to as an overdog punching too much above its weight, and the childish Abrams Accords nonsense would end the work of Trump’s conniving son-in-law, and the pariah Saudi Arabia.

Or so they thought.

So everything was rebooted to kinder and gentler premises—and thus the Biden administration blew up the once calm Middle East.

And now? Two carriers were dispatched to the Mediterranean. The U.S. is belatedly bombing and launching missiles to respond to some 170 attacks on American installations. In an election year, Biden seems baffled that distancing himself from Israel still earns him the moniker of “Genocide Joe” from once loyalist Democratic Arab-American communities.

The woke, Jacobin revolution was promoted by progressives, mostly out of guilt and insecurity, as an overdue remake of America based on therapeutic principles. For three years, it found a rare pathway to power, enacted much of what it had long wished, and discovered the result was not just a catastrophe but dangerous to the very architects themselves.

So now in 2024—an election year—the left is trying to undo what it created without explaining why and what they did to us and themselves as well.

#media bias #election 2024 #political humor

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jadebarbiedoll · 2 years

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I'm off work so I guess I have to pose right?! Promolife • • • • • • • • • • #easternmarket #detroit #michigan #promolife #picsoftheday #pose #poses #curls #curlyfro #instagood #instalike #nightlife #smile #weekendvibes #weekend #positiveenergy #positivevibes #lovelife #absolutely #loveit (at Eastern Market Shed 3) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgn1GEYtRFk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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brooklynmuseum · 1 year

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James, Jim, Jimmy; de Sana, deSana, De Sana, DeSana. Just as Jimmy DeSana rarely stuck with one version of his name, he refused to limit two of his main artistic engagements—photography and the theme of desire—to fixed identities.⁠

Born in Detroit on November 12, 1949, James Arthur DeSana Jr. developed an early involvement in photography when he received a Kodak camera for Christmas at age seven. After graduating with a BFA in photography from Georgia State University in 1972, DeSana moved to New York, where he became involved in correspondence art, collectives and alternative publications, post-punk music, underground film, and queer nightlife. ⁠

During this time, DeSana amassed a large collection of hats, like the graduation cap he’s wearing in this Polaroid self-portrait. This fervid interest in hats coincided with DeSana’s use of masquerade and invented personae in his mail artworks; he would go on to make use of the hats in his self-portraits throughout the 1970s and 1980s, continuing his subversion of identity.

📷 Jimmy DeSana (American, 1949–1990). Untitled (Self-Portrait w/ Graduation Cap), 1978. Polaroid. Cornell University, Division of Rare and Manuscript Collections, Diego Cortez No Wave Collection, 1972–1981, Collection Number: 8120, Box 1, Folder 17. (Photo: Courtesy of Cornell University)

#Brooklyn Museum #brooklyn #museum #art #photography #polaroids #Jimmy DeSana #JimmyDeSanaBkM #photographer #exhibition #nyc #New York City

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breezey907 · 2 years

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Fic Masterlist

Hunter/Hunted - WTNC, Fem!Hunter/Finn (Completed)

Aria Thorne, a renowned Hunter has been sent to the town of Lunaris to investigate a series of murders. Sounds easy-except it isn't.

There's a Vampire Clan, a Lycan and apparently a Demon in town, not to mention the small cult, which only complicates things. The evidence is slim-to-none and she's somehow the only one qualified to figure the mess out.

On top of that she might be falling in love.

Chimeras, Huh? - WTNC, One-shot, Fem!Hunter/Finn

After everything that has happened, Aria has a normal day for once in Lunaris. Well...as normal as you can get in this weird town.

Oh, Your Love Is Sunlight - WTNC, One-shot, Fem!Hunter/Finn

“Though there are other ways to show how much we mean to each other. Less permanent ways that doesn’t involve you being on the verge of death.”

“Like?”

Everytime The Sun Goes Down - WTNC, One-shot Collection

A One Shot collection of all my cut/alternate scenes for Hunter/Hunted, and also the smut that you were probably looking for.

Two Evils - WTNC, Pledge Route, Fem!Hunter (WIP)

In which Aria takes Harry up on his offer, because she'll do anything to protect those she loves.

We’ve lost all contact with the outside world. I still have no idea why the large towers appeared, or whether the rest of world fares any better than we do. People tried to leave, of course.

Even Chaos Needs A Catalyst - Crimson Spires, Erika/August (Completed)

They all died.

I’m the only law enforcement remaining in town. Lucky Me.

Like Adam & Eve - Crimson Spires, Erika/Liam (Completed)

“I’ll do whatever I can to redeem myself. I’ll prove to the town that I’m their friend, not their enemy. Just give me the chance.”

“You wanted me to lock you up!”

Once More Into The Breach - Crimson Spires, New Game Plus Novelization (WIP)

“I am surprised you feel it, too, Agent. What was your name again?”

“We don’t have time for this. We need to get out of here. If you agree with me, lower your weapon. We’ll form a truce, at least until we’re out of Bataille.”

A Possible Miscalculation - Detroit: Become Human, One-shot OFC/Connor

Detective Camille Carson made a mistake. Now she's has to deal with the fact that she was to stare at a replica of her friend. It looked just like him, but she knew it wasn’t.

Picking Up Pieces - WKM, OFC/Damien (WIP)

Rowan Spencer has just been made the District Attorney. Life is great. She has a new job, she gets to talk to one of her oldest friends every so often. Then she gets a letter from another old friend. It's a Poker Night Party to celebrate something.

She doesn't even hesitate to go.

Only this night would change everything. For better or worse.

The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To Is The One With You - DMC, OFC/Vergil, One-Shot Collection

"You could have gotten killed!" I pointed out, crossing my arms. Dante opened the door of Devil May Cry and we filed in. "If it weren't for me-"

"-That damn jester would not have escaped." Vergil interrupted, turning around; venom in his pointed words, and the air around him seemed to drop in temperature.

The Wizard & The Watcher - Pillars Of Eternity, Watcher/Aloth, One-Shot Collection

“Not quite how I’d hoped to get to know the neighbors,” He smiled at her. “Thank you for that timely assistance with that…awkward situation.”

She grinned at him. “Don’t mention it.”

Between The Stars - Mass Effect, Shepard/Garrus, One-Shot Collection

A one-shot collection of my Mass Effect writing because that game has a death-grip on me. Focusing mostly on in-between moments and my take on certain scenes.

One Dragon At A Time - Skyrim, Dragonborn/Teldryn Sero, One-shot Collection

A one-shot collection based on my Skyrim gameplay, headcannons and ideas I got while playing.

It's Just Hollywood Nightlife - Red Embrace: Hollywood, Ashe/Markus?

Everyone comes to Hollywood for a reason. Saints, sinners, artists, anti-artists, and all the beautiful people in America. On September 24th, 1996, I became one of those people.

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madvertising · 1 year

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cecil’s cabaret—- a unique atmosphere, the perfect place for him to soak his brain for the night, immerse himself into something larger than himself, spiral into the brassy delight of detroit nightlife . . . an opportunity that arises once every blue business trip. do not be fooled . . . don draper is not here for the temptation of exposed skin, nor for the prospect of a cheap laugh. research, he calls it, fingering the cultural pulse—- always watching life from within his glass box like the little wooden boy he is . . . he’s not watching the performance. he’s watching the people, their reactions. and he has plenty of opportunity; the place is packed . . . not a seat in the house left on a thursday night, which is interesting . . . because this strip of detroit was filled with every variation imaginable of this same idea in different sizes, colors, themes, etc. and they’re all half as full . . . which begs the question, why this particular cabaret? was it for the entertainment? the grandiose feel, the excitement, the thrill of bright lights? the feeling that arises before one is compelled to applaud? or could it be the antiquated feel . . . the feeling you get like you’ve been there before, like you’ll be there again just to savor the feeling? ‘TRADITION.’ he jots the word down on a napkin, carefully dissecting his own handwriting with his eyes . . . it’s an idea, but it’s not the right idea.

he hardly notices the blonde at his shoulder ordering a drink. he’s seen @badbird before, this he knows, but where . . . ? ❛ you’re the cabaret girl. ❜ he recalls loud enough for her to hear, stamping out his cigarette into his ashtray and discarding the butt among the others. smoke curls from his nose in ribbons, temporarily obscuring his face from view. and when it reappears, he is still just as expressionless as when he hadn’t recognized her at all. then, matter of factly, with a furrowed brow, he concludes, ❛ —- you were good. ❜

#badbird #i hope this is ok angel<3 let me know if i need to change anything and i will #main verse tag tbd.

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