Independence Day greetings from the Bird Streets in the Hollywood Hills. Sorry for the blurry photo but I was in a moving car.
Normally, the variable message sign up in the canyons is a Bailiwick of Karen: Slow Down! No Park Access! No Parking! Last night, in honor of our nation’s founding document it was a holiday whiskey shooter of contempt.
The bonus exclamation points are for Joy, Epiphany, and Piety. Also because it feels so good.
The least expensive house for sale in this neighborhood is $2.5 million. The median would appear to be around $10M. Let’s take a look around Zillow Heaven to see how they’re making do:
A small army of people, most of them brown, commutes from the Valley daily to tend to these homes and their white occupants. Looking at this tableau I think of the scene in Cabaret when the kitchen women are listening to Hitler on the radio while making dinner and Sally, Brian, and Maximillian are too caught up in their own drama to understand the implications. We are living through something like that today, but with the polarities reversed: the elites are revolting against the little people. We continue as though the old rules were still operative while a handful of billionaires control the public square. Statements in the public square claiming AmeriKKKa does a few things other than Suck will be forwarded to the Human Resources department for your cancellation, and not in an ironic way.
But first, clean these countertops.
If you’re going to mock America, do it right. Observe the masters:
*real estate porn courtesy of MLS