No More Play Places
Kids put into the goop blender.
I spent the first 28 years of my life based out of Oregon, a deeply Blue state with the 7th lowest birthrate in the nation.
My last stint in Oregon was near downtown Portland where I lived in nice apartment on Glisan Street. When I scored the apartment, there was a decent bit of buzz because such places did not come available often on the rental market. The landlords were the “generous” type, old school.
By this point, I’d started to sour a lot on the whole PDX scene. Trump was ascendant, old thoughts and feelings were stirring to life, and my distaste for all things liberal came to occupy the forefront of my mind.
So my woman and I moved to SLC.
The very first thing we noted was the minivans everywhere with oodles of children spilling out of them. Every park was chock full of families. There were used sports gear stores. There were consignment sales galore. There were frozen yogurt and pretzel places with steep discount days. There were pop-up bouncy houses visible most summer days. This was an inspiring change of pace and it was in SLC we felt inspired to get married and begin a family.
Not long into our doe-eyed SLC jaunt, we started hearing awful rumors. The people being imported to the Salt Lake Valley were causing trouble - beating up and sexually molesting the locals. And you could only hear about it through Facebook because the local media and police were quick to cover it up. Some people were saying the LDS church was helping with the cover up. After all, they were primarily responsible for bringing these people into Utah. They would lose face and in a sane world, would be prosecuted en masse for notching up the crime rate the way they were.
There was nothing to be done.
This glorious bumper effect of children being born is being completely exploited by the older generations through the importation of cheap labor and the building of “developments” on virgin ground. The children have no choice: they will not earn independent livelihoods off of the land and they will be surrounded by people more violent and less intelligent than them.
A good birth rate makes a place “buzz” and then the business “leaders” borrow from the banks in order to create buildings and infrastructure where surveillance cameras can be perched.
Lending in a fiat system is a hideous, dysgenic arrangement where the most sociopathic are rewarded the most. Society’s drift is pushed along by “killers” and “closers”. Social trust collapses. The happy places for kids that were carved out by well-meaning parents become subject to urbanization and multiracialism. Fights break out, water park and cruise ship style, and businesses have to raise fees to cover costs. City governments press the people for more money to pay for increased police patrols. Vandalism drains the public coffer.
The last play place is the home.
The home is the only place you can ensure your children never interact with malevolent sociopaths.
The home is the last place where your kids can run around freely.
And the financiers know this. They will dole out loans for your White flight and then when your redoubt is nice and cozy, they will sue for lower income housing.
Conservatives are the last people having children at a decent clip. They’re the only ones who provide value in the free market anymore and a huge fraction of their output is not in the free market but in “healthcare”, which has become a weird kind of welfare Communism, and in “construction” — which I have criticized at length in the past. Not all construction is fraudulent, some of it is single-family and some of it is financed free and clear. But think of it, if the banks are criminal enterprises, everything they loan out to is in their criminal interests. If you think this is purity spiraling, you miss my point: we are free to consider alternatives in the face of the facts.
America was a lot of fun before it was financialized. I got to live in it some. As I get older, I appreciate some of the funky aspects of Oregon, like its hardened zoning laws designed to prevent development on scenic lands. Sure, it’s statism but after having lived in the Intermountain West for over a decade, there isn’t an open field here that the macho construction guys haven’t run to the banks to try and develop into townhomes and shit-pit dirt bike tracks.
Some food for thought on the day. Gotta run!