I am convinced that there are certain places one simply must not live, because these places are far too dangerous. Big cities, of course, about which I have been preaching for years, but there are other places as well. Think about them, and if possible, for your own benefit, if it is at all possible, move away from these places.
The Mountains, especially in the American West, are spectacular, but I wouldn’t dream of living in or too near them. Why? Because the American West has very low humidity. 16-20% is the norm, and it is wonderful not to have to fight mosquitoes, but with such low humidity, and with so many ’national forests,’ and ’BLM lands,’ the usual summer forest fires occur, and in Colorado alone this year, over 500 homes were burned to the ground, as a result of forest fires. (Click on ’archives,’ and please read my column on June 19th). Live in a small town anywhere? Of course, but not adjacent to western National Forests.
The big cities have all the cultural life I love, but it isn’t hard to travel to one to partake of a concert, play or unusual film, and not have to live in the midst of carbon monoxide and filthy air from myriad cars, trucks, and busses, which all big cities are full of, and needed. Big cities are full of the offal of civilization in the form of the homeless, graffiti ’artists,’ and bums in general, which threaten any effort at cleanliness or sanitation. Crime in big cities is huge, compared to a small town, or even a town of 25,000 to 50,000. More on that later.
If another 9/11 or that type of thing happens, or riots break out, as they do in big cities, how would you like to be caught in the midst of one, or close to it, fearing for your life? I grew up in Washington D.C. but a long time ago, and when I was growing up, Washington wasn’t the crime soaked metropolis it is now, and when I was growing up, I remember Detroit as being one beautiful city. When I was a lad of 14, my aunt, uncle, and cousin took me across America and we ended up in their lovely home on Fernwood Ave. In Lynwood, California. It was grand! It is now part of a no-mans land, and you wouldn’t want to drive through there, even in broad daylight. The cities have radically changed over the decades, and smart people will realize it, and leave, if possible.
Big city property taxes, and automobile insurance rates are high, as opposed to small towns. I’ve owned my home in a town of 17,000 for 21 years. It is 3400 square feet, built in 1887, of brick, on a large lot, and surrounded by huge trees. My property taxes last year were $1211. In my town, there are no parking meters, cockroaches, termites, or other pests, I assume because there are no slums, humidity, or trash people. We have 300 days of sunshine a year, and are 30 miles from America’s most rugged mountain range, with three over 14,000 foot peaks in it and of course, they make a beautiful vista from my town.
I have heard it said that 70% of Americans grow up, live and die within 50 miles of their birth, and it might be true, but I urge you to, for your own benefit and safety, to leave the big cities. Here’s another reason, which the media, both print and electronic, have failed to report, and the existence of it would scare the bejesus out of me if I lived in a big city. I heard an interview with an author on a talk radio show a couple of weeks ago. He is a famous writer, for the Washington Post, and has garnered a couple dozen awards for his excellent journalism. His name is Colin Flaherty, and his book it titled “White Girl Bleed A Lot,” with a sub-title of “The Return of Race Riots To America.” Paper back, and I think I paid about $9 for it from Amazon. What a shocker!
Flaherty’s book is not about racism, but about the TV, radio, and print not reporting what happens. He thanks You Tube, which is the basis for his book. All of his reports of outrages by blacks, basically against whites and Orientals, are never reported it seems, and his book recounts hundreds of instances of mobs of blacks charging stores, stealing everything in sight and disappearing quickly so they don’t get caught, they usually aren’t. His book recounts heinous crimes in most major cities, such as Philadelphia, New York, Madison, San Francisco, Charlotte, Indianapolis, Miami, and a lot of others. The media glosses over the incidents, and even the police are unable to stop it it seems, so quick they happen.
I am going to just quote the first couple of paragraphs from the book, and it would make me never to want to live in an American big city. “Race riots are back. Along with widespread racial crime and violence. In hundreds of episodes in more than 50 cities, groups of black people are roaming the streets of America–assaulting, intimidating, stalking, threatening, vandalizing, stealing, shooting, stabbing, even raping and killing. But local media and public officials are silent. Crime is color blind, says a Milwaukee police chief. Race is not important, a Chicago newspaper editor assures us.
“That denies the obvious: America is the most race conscious society in the world. We learn every day from black caucuses, black teachers, black unions, black ministers, black colleges, black high schools, black music, black moguls, black hair business owners, black public employees, black art, black names, black poets, black inventors, black soldiers. Everything except black violent crime. That is taboo. Result: Few know about it.
“In Peoria, as many as 9 race riots in 2011 alone. In Milwaukee, on the Fourth of July, a crowd of nearly 100 blacks set upon some white teens on a picnic. In June, of 2011, thousands of blacks stormed South Street in Philly and were running through the street, assaulting people in restaurants, stealing their phones and purses, pulling people off bicycles, and always violence. Lots of violence. One woman and her friends were herded into an alley and beaten and robbed, and the black marauders were laughing all the time. One of the rioters told a victim, “It’s not our fault you can’t fight.”
I’m not going to go further into this book, which is alarming, and factual. It just makes me extremely cautious about even going into a big city for entertainment at night. Way back in 1970, at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, I was mugged and left for dead by three black teens in Philadelphia. I was really glad to get out of that city 41 years ago, I must admit.