In Berkeley and the surrounding areas, residents put out a lot of garbage. But not like in your town.
Where you live, there is one designated trash day. But around here, every day is garbage day.
What do I mean? Simply walk the streets of Berkeley, Oakland, et al., and it will be obvious. People constantly put out a bunch of rubbish on the sidewalk and streets for scavengers to take.
But by scavengers I don’t just mean the vagabonds who loaf on the streets. I’m also talking about regular Berkeley folks (or as regular as it gets around here).
So for instance, suppose a person has an old television set that hasn’t worked in years. Rather than find a place to haul it, he will simply put it out on the sidewalk. Within hours (sometimes minutes), the TV will belong to someone else.
In your part of the world, this would be considered gauche and classless. I mean, you don’t want to look at your own rubbish. Why would anyone else want to look at it? But here, the fact that the trash put out is unsightly, and sometimes unhygienic, doesn’t matter a bit.
I’m not just talking about the low rent districts around here (of which, by the way, there are none). A few months ago I went to a gathering in the Berkeley hills. While the most rundown tenement in Berkeley goes for close to a million dollars, the houses up there are in the stratosphere. I hadn’t been in the Berkeley hills in years and expected to find a whole different world. But guess what? The streets were also resplendent with people’s garbage.
I saw old computers sitting on the sidewalk, and boxes of worn-out clothes. There were many random objects in boxes, for instance, torn notebooks and aging baby toys. Most common of all were people’s old, dirty mattresses and ripped chairs and couches. It amazed me to think that people could spend several million dollars to see out their windows, not just a majestic Bay View, but a box of their neighbor’s old undies.
Now there are definite negatives to every day being trash day around Berkeley. A friend of mine found this unfortunate fact out not that long ago. She was switching mattresses with her adult son. He put out his mattress for five minutes while they did the switcher-o. And guess what happened five minutes later? You got it — someone was driving off in his truck with her super comfie mattress.
Most of the time, the junk is eventually taken by the various inhabitants of this area. But sometimes, there is stuff that no one wants — for instance, moldy furniture that has been soaked by the rain. Does that compel the homeowner to find a hauler to take the stuff away? Oh, no. It can sit there for weeks or even months, especially if the person found a site other than his own (e.g. an empty lot) to dump it.
Given that this area is filled to the brim with illegals, many of the items are grabbed by them. It’s a familiar situation for them since in the third world, people’s trash is unloaded all over the place. But I can’t just blame immigrants for the garbage in, garbage out.
Many of the finders are native-born citizens, some of whom are quite well-to-do. I have a friend who garbed her sons in clothes from what is called, “The Free Box,” — crappola that residents put in boxes on the sidewalk. Since many of the boxes have clothes for people of all ages, my friend has procured countless garments for herself as well.
It’s not surprising that the sidewalks of Berkeley, Oakland, Richmond, etc. etc. have turned into junkyards. Look who the lofty role models are around here. They aren’t the suburbanites with their pristine lawns. The heros are the valiant street people, the transients, who live and breathe and urinate on the sidewalks.
And not just the homeless among us, but the illegals and even legal immigrants who inundated and overpopulate the Bay Area and bring their own cultural mores with them. Since immigration from Europe is now practically forbidden, we house a good portion of the Third World. For many of them, trash on the streets isn’t an uncommon sighting. And how about this one: I was at Target a while back, and this immigrant woman placed her two-year-old son in the sink, and then washed his dirty butt with the water. Disgusting, but not surprising, given that much of the poor, Third World inhabitants don’t use toilet paper, but reuse water from an often filthy bucket.
And, of course, all the bag laws around here have turned even the most well-healed resident into a bag lady (and gentleman). Since we all have to pay good money for paper bags, much of the populace walk around with their used, often food stained and torn, bags. It’s a tiny step from looking like a bag person to acting like one.
The trash around us is both a disturbing reality but also a symbol for a much deeper degradation in our country by the Left. What is even more heinous is the degradation of our people.
Youth go to schools that are not only physically filthy — but that teach filthy things that brainwash the children and destroy their innocence. Youth learn that everything that we used to hold near and dear (love of God, family, nation) is all a lie, and everyone’s behavior and truth, no matter how depraved, reign supreme. Their bodies are exploited and degraded for an agenda, as they are cajoled to have sex young with any which person, and to harm their bodies with contraceptives and abortions. It’s horrible, but not surprising, because there is nothing else that the Left offers but deconstruction and ruination of what is true and beautiful and Godly.
And, as I often say, the main puppeteer of the wrecking crew is not in human form. It’s that old Devil, Lucifer, to whom progressive icon, Saul Alinsky, dedicated his Rules for Radicals book. It is the Enemy who gets the greatest kick out of the voluntary trashing of our streets — and our people.