Documentary filmmakers fly a drone through L.A. and encounter trouble. The discussion is between filmmakers and police who explain the situation in L.A.
You know, their street sweeping service has fallen off.
In my own apartment, the hallway immediately out my door, litter on the floor near the other guy's apartment door. I ignore it.
Come back, still there.
Next day, one additional bit litter.
Next day, one additional bit litter, tiny pieces of wrapper. LIttle bits of paper.
I ignore the growing litter bits.
Finally, three day. I pick up somebody else's tiny remnant trash.
In that time hundreds of people walked the hall.
Possibly only a dozen, what do I look like, a people counter?
Nobody cares about litter.
Then I set the popup card wrapped with a string in the same place and the word showing "YOU" and it was picked up within a few hours.
And that goes to show you ... something.
That people can bend over and pick things up when they want to.
And the people of Tokyo get out there with their little besoms and sweep up their own portion of street, but not L.A. where swept streets are not a value even though people are milling about every corner and in between.
And, oh, by the way, my kid (of all kids! right?), has signed up for a military auxiliary. In addition to other things, he's interested in search-and-rescue, cyber-security, and learning how to fly a plane.
Laugh if you want:
but the laughs are on you [and you and you and you], and make no mistake about it.
I pick up every scrap of trash in front of our house, and in front of the two houses on either side. I do the same in the alley, everything down to cig butts. I cannot control the garbage that people throw all over the city but I've set my boundaries and within that I CAN control.
We have recycle dumpsters but we also have lots of can men, and scrap metal guys, so if there is anything of value it gets picked up pretty quick. Of course there is no value in basic trash, so that just blows around.
Weirdest thing is all the hair extensions that I find, really what is going on with black girls hair? How can they lose that many hair pieces?
The condition of the streets there is visual expression of why the people there are in such a state of squalor. Poverty does not create that. The values that allow you to live in such filth are what creates the poverty. Poverty in the U.S. is simply a lack of values, and nothing more.
but the laughs are on you [and you and you and you], and make no mistake about it.
I'd say that congratulations are in order!
Is there a Civil Air Patrol (CAP) wing in your area? I highly recommend that. My son (17) joined a couple years ago and just made officer level. He's trying for ROTC scholarships and wants to join the USAF. Oh and he has a Trump bumper sticker on his car. He will be eligible to vote next Fall.
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About those streets.
In my own apartment, the hallway immediately out my door, litter on the floor near the other guy's apartment door. I ignore it.
Come back, still there.
Next day, one additional bit litter.
Next day, one additional bit litter, tiny pieces of wrapper. LIttle bits of paper.
I ignore the growing litter bits.
Finally, three day. I pick up somebody else's tiny remnant trash.
In that time hundreds of people walked the hall.
Possibly only a dozen, what do I look like, a people counter?
Nobody cares about litter.
Then I set the popup card wrapped with a string in the same place and the word showing "YOU" and it was picked up within a few hours.
And that goes to show you ... something.
That people can bend over and pick things up when they want to.
And the people of Tokyo get out there with their little besoms and sweep up their own portion of street, but not L.A. where swept streets are not a value even though people are milling about every corner and in between.
And, oh, by the way, my kid (of all kids! right?), has signed up for a military auxiliary. In addition to other things, he's interested in search-and-rescue, cyber-security, and learning how to fly a plane.
Laugh if you want:
but the laughs are on you [and you and you and you], and make no mistake about it.
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Seriously.
I pick up every scrap of trash in front of our house, and in front of the two houses on either side. I do the same in the alley, everything down to cig butts. I cannot control the garbage that people throw all over the city but I've set my boundaries and within that I CAN control.
We have recycle dumpsters but we also have lots of can men, and scrap metal guys, so if there is anything of value it gets picked up pretty quick. Of course there is no value in basic trash, so that just blows around.
Weirdest thing is all the hair extensions that I find, really what is going on with black girls hair? How can they lose that many hair pieces?
The condition of the streets there is visual expression of why the people there are in such a state of squalor. Poverty does not create that. The values that allow you to live in such filth are what creates the poverty. Poverty in the U.S. is simply a lack of values, and nothing more.
All that trash everywhere. Blue city looks like a 3rd world hell hole.
Makes me think how we are born into our own microcosms. Antecedent causes and what-not.
"Poverty in the U.S. is simply a lack of values..."
The simple truth which if expressed immediately runs into a storm of "RACISSS!"
Weirdest thing is all the hair extensions that I find, really what is going on with black girls hair? How can they lose that many hair pieces?
Most likely black girl fights.
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rcommal wrote: Laugh if you want:
but the laughs are on you [and you and you and you], and make no mistake about it.
I'd say that congratulations are in order!
Is there a Civil Air Patrol (CAP) wing in your area? I highly recommend that. My son (17) joined a couple years ago and just made officer level. He's trying for ROTC scholarships and wants to join the USAF. Oh and he has a Trump bumper sticker on his car. He will be eligible to vote next Fall.
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