Pendant que le peuple crève la bouche ouverte, Macron s’octroie 2,3 millions d’euros pour son futur bureau.
Je n’ai même plus les mots pour qualifier cette provocation supplémentaire.
Mais je pensait que la Pologne était un magnifique pays blanc de droite sans migrants qui s’en sortait très bien 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱
Un coup de Jan Łukasz Mélenkovski et ses sbires sûrement
Good Morning America,
I don’t want to leave San Francisco but I have to if I want to LIVE.
San Francisco used to feel like the future. Now it feels like a cyberpunk dystopian social experiment.
Open air fentanyl bazaars from 7th to 24th trading the collective stolen property of California for the cheapest fentanyl in the USA, stepping over government issued crack pipes, used discarded needles, cess pools of blood, urine and feces, women giving birth on the sidewalk, stillborns in public toilets, people living in sewers, people jumping off buildings, the morgue overflowing, bodies dumped in the bay and the constant threat of The Big Earthquake that’ll probably just finish what the politicians started.
This sucks. How can I build a life for myself or start a family in this place? Not when fentanyl is showing up on the playgrounds and schools and all of the grocery stores are closing down and our local leaders want to give our kids gender surgery before they have even learned their ABCs and 123s… It’s all just one super Sam fucked up social experiment and I’m tired of the Soddom and Gomorrah hunger games.
We have judges who release criminals faster than DoorDash delivers, cops who are exhausted from arresting the same people 47 times a month and a library system that’s basically a daytime shelter for drug dealers and the mentally ill.
We have “activists” who scream about equity while ignoring the veterans sleeping on the street and the families fleeing the city because they can’t afford to live here anymore. We have dozens of secret societies and gentlemen clubs and yet nobody has the balls to fight to save San Francisco.
$2 for fentanyl? That’s cheaper than a loaf of bread, a gallon of milk and a gallon of gasoline.
San Francisco has reached terminal velocity in its economic collapse. When the a.i. bubble pops everybody will be screwed. Techys are being laid off because the ai and robots they built are replacing them and soon they will replace you and me too. The Full House days are long gone. It’s the Holodays and my Family used to go shopping at the mall in downtown San Francisco, I walked in Westfield yesterday and it was a Skelton Building and all the stores were closed like the Led Zeppelin song. It’s not just the mall, everywhere you look downtown are FOR LEASE signs. Between the humanitarian crisis and economic chaos. From the billionaire tech office to the third world conditions across the street. All of my senses are telling me that this is the epitome of human suffering and my once beloved City By The Bay has become a mecca for the destitute.
New York, Texas, Arizona, Nevada, Florida, Oklahoma, Oregon, Washington, etc. are all shipping their criminals, homeless and addicts on buses to San Francisco. I’ve seen these groups get off the bus and heard with my own ears them saying “You can do whatever you want in San Francisco, they don’t care about anything.”
The culture has shifted from peace, hope and love to steal, rape and murder.
All around downtown San Francisco are “Missing Women” flyers and there are news ones every week. Nobody is talking about that.
I go to get groceries and the store is being looted. Our grocery store is potted all day, every day. Nobody is talking about that. Even though all of our grocery stores are closing down.
Nice “AmericaFest 2025” in Arizona, I’m on the frontlines in the trenches of California in the far left Lion’s den the ultra blue democrat stronghold Dante’s inferno San Francisco.
I’m going somewhere I can wake up underneath the trees and watch the sunrise in peace where I don’t have to fear my door being kicked in or go to sleep to the sound of emergency sirens, where I can build a family, where I can actually contribute to something that doesn’t collapse every few months. Where the community actually appreciates my efforts and my energy isn’t wasted because of corrupt and incompetent leaders destroying everything I know and love.
San Francisco, I’ll always love you.
But it’s time for me to go…