Repressing the American Dream: Rural Villages as Retirement Communities for Young’uns

There’s a new living meme I’ve been closely watching as it achingly creeps into an everyday reality because of economic compression and the new relativism of the repression of the American Dream for a growing generation of born scavengers.

I’ve been cautiously observing the new momentum of young people moving out of big cities and into small, rural, villages — or their parent’s basement — where the rent is cheap, the food is affordable, and the quality of life is quiet and unsubstantial.

At a time when these young people should be at their maximum earning potential, they are instead in “retirement mode” and collecting welfare subsidies and banking the goodwill of the generation ahead of them.  When it comes time for them to pay back the deed, they will be able to do so because they were never in the earnings game in the first place.

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The East Village Euro, the Texas Peso and the Border Town Loonie

A single Euro is currently worth 1.4728 U.S. Dollars — is it any wonder that some Manhattan stores in New York are accepting Euros as payment for goods and services?

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Liquid Cocaine

Janna and I were out the other night at one of our favorite restaurants: Tio Pepe in the core of New York City’s Greenwich Village.

The menu held an alarming surprise.
One of these things is not like the others.
One of these things just doesn’t belong
:
Orgasmo
Windex
Cucaracha Borracha
Liquid Cocaine
Angel Kiss
Shiraz
Blow Job
Woo-Woo
Kamikaze
Puruple Mother F*cker
Slippery Nipple
Here’s the thing that doesn’t fit…

… Wait for it
… 

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