I don't know what to name it but I know it's a fu*king disaster.
Why a reporter from a major network isn't simply walking through the middle of these Shruburbs with the camera rolling is beyond me.
That's a good name for them Frederick. Shruburbs. Works for me.
I like Shruburbs, but I think the blame needs to be spread further afield.
How about "Republicanville"?
Good point Andante the blame doesn't rest on Shrub alone there are a lot of folks on both sides of the aisle to blame.
Back in the Reagan/Bush era, I bicycled to work on a bike trail along a bayou. Under every street bridge there were one or more sleeping bags. Many of the sleeping bags had alarm clocks beside them... in other words, those people were employed.
But this is worse: middle-class homelessness has been institutionalized. When a society provides, not a home for the homeless, but instead a parking lot in which to be homeless, it has sunk really, really low.
this is so damn scary to me. i have nightmares of being old and homeless. i have nightmares of being a walmart greeter until the day i die. it used to be just fears, but as i age, and as i pay $4/gallon for gas, i fear my fears are realities.
A lot of us are in the same boat Weezielou. Approachng retirement age and in spite of our best efforts to save for retirement the size of whatever nestegg we have put away just continues to shrink in relation to the cost of living. Frightening it is.
Our car is so old and unreliable that we can't even hope to celebrate our auto–da–fé descend from prosperity to living in our car. Instead we have used our college degrees to figure out that collecting old frig boxes from Wal Mart dumpsters will build us a two bedroom paper condo AND, a cast off garden hose with a funnel will build a deluxe bathroom sans hydro-spa---but oh well! That's down sizing!
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