Rich people really seem to think that them just having shitloads of money in a location makes that place better. I’m a midwesterner and even I know San Francisco has serious issues from how in about a generation or two it went from a working class industrial and military city to home of several of the wealthiest companies and filled with enough upper working class people to skyrocket cost of living.
It’s funny, I just finished Atlas Shrugged and it’s crazy how Ayn Rand got it wrong about those who can “do” must also have the highest moral standards.
“Turn around!” they begged him, as he strode slowly towards the desert sun, but he knew enough of Lot and of Orpheus, that it would only bring them ruin if he did. So heavy was his heart, that he glanced back with melancholy love, and thus the fair city of San Francisco turned to salt. He kept on walking into that desert sun, a heavy heart keeping him anchored to calls of vultures naysaying his poor sense of direction…
~Honestly good riddance to both. I have never seen more narcissists in my life than I have in SF.~
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The fucking sink joke! Lol
Rich people really seem to think that them just having shitloads of money in a location makes that place better. I’m a midwesterner and even I know San Francisco has serious issues from how in about a generation or two it went from a working class industrial and military city to home of several of the wealthiest companies and filled with enough upper working class people to skyrocket cost of living.
So to Elon, don’t bring X to my city either
And they are now bringing that problem to Texas. Along with a bunch of liberals.
Good. Texas is a big enough state it should be blue.
Yeah I think he is expecting an Atlas Shrugged moment. where everything collapses as the intellectuals (him) walk away from the foolish socity.
It’s funny, I just finished Atlas Shrugged and it’s crazy how Ayn Rand got it wrong about those who can “do” must also have the highest moral standards.
Reading some interviews with her and she does seem to think money makes right.
“Turn around!” they begged him, as he strode slowly towards the desert sun, but he knew enough of Lot and of Orpheus, that it would only bring them ruin if he did. So heavy was his heart, that he glanced back with melancholy love, and thus the fair city of San Francisco turned to salt. He kept on walking into that desert sun, a heavy heart keeping him anchored to calls of vultures naysaying his poor sense of direction…
~Honestly good riddance to both. I have never seen more narcissists in my life than I have in SF.~