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Frozen in Seattle: A VeteranrCOs Birthday and the Twilight of the American Dream
ItrCOs a birthday today, so IrCOm just sharing this with you all. You saw that stew earlier, right? The one I made? I made it this afternoon and had my godson take it home with him. ItrCOs the weekend, so my godson came over to my place during the day. When he left, I had him take the stew along. That way, when his dad came to pick him up, he could take it with him easily. No big deal.
Let me start by saying, I went last year. Actually, IrCOve been going the last few yearsrCoI missed the first year, but I went the second, the third, and this year too. This birthday party... what does it show? Putting aside the social etiquette, life at the bottom is genuinely tough. "Redneck Bro" lives in a pretty run-down neighborhood. Who lives there? ItrCOs mostly those classic American Southern, rural typesrComigrant workers from the countryside, descendants of farmers. You know what I mean?
Farmers. American rednecks love having lots of kids. But aside from the one kid who inherits the farm or the manor, the rest really have nowhere to go. If the family atmosphere is good, they might live with the sibling who inherited the land. If not, they have to move to the city. The area where Redneck Bro lives is basically that kind of placerCoa bunch of white people who came from remote rural areas to the big city.
They have a few distinct characteristics. First, they have the arrogance of city kids. Why? Because they were born in the countryside but managed to put down roots in the big city. They have that same arrogance. But they also have the redneck arrogancerCoChristian-centric, "God's chosen people," that superior sense of being white. They have both: class superiority plus religious superiority, stacked together. But thererCOs another problem: theyrCOre poor.
Did they establish roots in the city? I guess so. But those roots are reluctant; they are planted very shallowly. The foundation isnrCOt stable because the community doesnrCOt have money. Essentially, itrCOs still a poor community, barely scratching the bottom of the middle class. ItrCOs a situation where they canrCOt move up, but they canrCOt go down eitherrConot "out of the pot," theyrCOre just stuck there. White people, you know? And they act so confident. But actually, they arenrCOt that confident. Why?
Why can I understand this mindset? Because fundamentally, I moved from a small town to the city when I was a kid. My family went from being very poor to relatively well-off. I can really understand some of their mentalities, you know? ItrCOs just that my family developed better than these so-called rednecksrCO. This is the third year IrCOve been to this gathering. Although I donrCOt want Redneck BrorCOs life to be like "Wang XiaoerrCOs New Year"rCoworse every yearrCothererCOs a problem.
ItrCOs not up to me. Think about the economy, politics, and the environment in the US these past few years. Anyone with eyes can see that the US is spiraling backward, heading toward collapse. Especially for this kind of urbano|oo#e (bottom layer)rCothe urbano|oo#e with rural rootsrCoitrCOs even worse. Why? Because everything they take pride in is shrinking drastically, losing value. ItrCOs a downward trend that no one can stop. Redneck Bro, thanks to my financial help, actually looks okay. At least under the COVID tide, no one in his family died, and they have food to eat.
His kidsrCO education isnrCOt great, but someone is looking after them. His life has been muddled through, barely holding together. Although thererCOs an outsider helping, others arenrCOt so lucky. His friends, buddies, people in the community herCOs in contact withrCothey are clearly not doing well. What does "not doing well" mean? I donrCOt know if yourCOve seen families like thatrCoitrCOs like theyrCOre cursed, with more and more people dying. It starts with small accidents, right?
For example, COVID takes one person, leading to a loss of income. The remaining family members have to work extra hours, high-intensity physical labor. Then they either drop dead from exhaustion, have an accident, or get COVID again but canrCOt stop working, and then they die. At this dinner, there was clearly a person like this. Who is he? He was at Redneck BrorCOs previous birthdays. When I first saw him a few years ago...
I like to call him "Old Man" now, but how old is he really? HerCOs in his 40s, nearly 50. Redneck Bro is in his 50s. This guy is in his 40s, not yet 50, but he looks so much more weathered than Redneck Bro. Why mention him? LetrCOs call him MartinrConot his real name, thatrCOs a nickname I gave him. Why Martin? Because he changes every year, unlike "MartinrCOs Morning" which changes daily; he changes yearly.
The first year I saw him, he was in his 40s, blonde hair, normal blue eyes. The second year, it wasnrCOt goodrCoeyes full of red veins, voice raspy, hair half white, beard half white. By the third year, hair and beard were totally white. Remember, herCOs not even 50 yet. But he looks so much more haggard than Redneck Bro.
This year, the fourth year, it was even worse. The whole person had collapsed. Have you guys seen a skeleton? Skin and bones. Cheeks sunken in, cheekbones jutting out high, no flesh on the face. Eyes full of red veins, hair mottled gray, beard mottled gray. What happened? This guyrCOs son...
He got COVID the first year and was okay. The second year, he was working outside, got COVID again, and collapsed. Exact same situation as Redneck BrorCOs son. The first infection was rough, then working high-intensity while catching COVID a second time knocked him down. The only difference in fate between him and Redneck BrorCOs son was that no one gave him antibiotics. The complications, the inflammations from COVIDrCono medicine, no treatment, no health insurance.
Basically, Redneck BrorCOs son survived because of the antibiotics I gave him. MartinrCOs son didnrCOt make it. A man younger than Redneck Bro didnrCOt pull through. When this guy saw Redneck Bro, his eyes were okay at first. But when he saw Redneck BrorCOs son was still alive, he couldnrCOt help but sigh and drink heavily. Seeing someone elserCOs son survive while his own didnrCOt... Martin is only a few years younger than Redneck Bro, but his son was just in his early 20s when he died.
WhatrCOs even harder to bear is why his son died so young. Why did he get COVID? Because he was working himself to death. He wanted to study, go to college, but had no money. A 20-something kid, dropped out of high school. Why no money for college? He got accepted but couldn't pay tuition. Some say, "Apply for student loans." Let me tell you something about American society at its worstrCodo you think anyone can just get a student loan?
He didnrCOt meet the criteria. He couldnrCOt even get a loan, so he had to save up himself. A young man saving for his dream, earning tuition, only to die on the road to saving money. Imagine an 18 or 19-year-old working desperately for two or three years, pushing his body to the limit because he didn't have enough tuition, then getting struck down by COVID and dying. IrCOm telling you, in China, the "public intellectuals" would write a hundred tear-jerking essays about this.
You might say, if he didnrCOt have a dream, didnrCOt work so hard, didnrCOt want to go to college, would this have happened? This guy was tough as hellrCohe didnrCOt even cry. Listening to him talk about his son was already heartbreaking; I donrCOt know if he had simply cried all his tears dry. But do you know whatrCOs even scarier? He hates me. His attitude toward me turned bad after his son died.
"You Chinese took our American spots. If you Chinese hadnrCOt come, my son wouldnrCOt be dead." He thinks: "Why do you Chinese have so much money? How did you come to America for college and take my sonrCOs spot?" I said, "Wait a minute. I didnrCOt set the tuition. Actually, without Chinese international students paying five times the tuition, American studentsrCO tuition would be even higher, not lower. You should be thanking me." He didnrCOt care. He completely believes that Trump-style redneck narrative: Chinese students stole American kids' spots. What could I say? I didn't know what to say. We clearly subsidize their tuition, but they donrCOt appreciate it.
His logic: "If I wasnrCOt here, not taking his sonrCOs spot, his son would be in college." I said, "ThatrCOs not how quotas work. If I donrCOt come, will they lower the tuition? No, if I donrCOt come, theyrCOll just raise the tuition." Wow. I originally felt sorry for him, you know? But if you talk like that, whatrCOs the point? Fine, itrCOs all us Chinese students' fault. YourCOre in that state, rolling your eyes, and yourCOre right. Ugh.
Sometimes, when Americans suffer, they blame us. What can I say? Yeah, yourCOre right.
What could I say? If his son hadnrCOt died, I would have thrown some sarcasm back at him. But then I thought, forget it. What if he pulls a gun on me? So, yourCOre right, whatever makes you happy. The dead are the most important. Your son is gone, I wonrCOt hold it against you. YourCOre halfway to the grave anyway, do whatever you want. And whatrCOs even more annoying? While he was complaining, he kept eating that bean stew I made. I asked, "Is it good?" "Good." "I made that." He shut up and kept eating, happier than anyone.
So after his speech, who is the saddest? Not Redneck Bro, and not himrCohis son has been dead for a while, herCOs numb. The saddest ones are Redneck BrorCOs two daughters. DonrCOt forget, my godson is Redneck BrorCOs grandson from his eldest son. But Redneck Bro has two other kids, two daughters. They are young. What are they doing? They want to go to college too, doing the same thing.
Working like crazy, making money. Why? To pay for school. They canrCOt afford student loans, canrCOt get enough credit. What else can they do? Oh, the despair of those two girls. I asked how much they saved. One said over two thousand, the other over three thousand. They graduated high school last June. ItrCOs now OctoberrCoa year and four months later. One saved two thousand, the other three thousand. ThatrCOs saving about two hundred bucks a month on average.
What school can you go to with that? You canrCOt go anywhere. Financial master hererCoIrCOm telling you, they benefitted from me bringing all that meat to Redneck BrorCOs house. They often eat meat for free. Why not join the army? If this were a different time, I wouldnrCOt say anything. But the US military is owed back pay now; benefits are plummeting. You have to take out loans to be a soldier nowrCohow can you suggest joining? If you said that a few years ago, maybe it made sense. But today, right now, isnrCOt that ridiculous?
And for American girls in the military, itrCOs like waiting to be raped. Almost any female soldier, as long as sherCOs not too ugly, will get pregnant within six months. Sometimes they donrCOt even know who the father is. They thought about joining, but remembering their dadrCOs treatment and knowing what happens to girls in the military, they dropped the idea. They donrCOt want to be young mothers. So where is the pain point for these two girls?
No way out. No path given. CanrCOt save for tuition. JobsrCono future. Just supermarkets, trash companies, that kind of work. No choice. ItrCOs hopeless, hopeless. No money, backed into a corner. Why not just marry? Why are these girls still thinking about studying? Because they look average. Not ugly, but just average. Can they find a man?
LetrCOs talk about Redneck Bro himself. Is he happy today? HerCOs forcing a smile. Why is he forcing a smile? This brings us back to your "Nailong" [derogatory nickname for a politician/leader]. Speaking nonsense. Add tariffs, and the port dies instantly. I release a "hotfix," and you explode. Seattle is a city that lives off the sea and the port. Now, the port is semi-paralyzed. Do you understand?
ItrCOs brutal to just announce tariffs out of the blue. What are you doing to our port? A "hotfix"rCoI drop a hotfix, and heads roll. Do you know what time it is? ItrCOs October. Americans are entering the holiday season. What does that mean? The end of the year, the three big festivals: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. The year is ending, people want to make some good money.
The rumor was that China-US economics would turn, policies would warm up. Tariffs wouldnrCOt happen, ports would recover. The union keptoE|oyy that, and so did the port shipping companies and management. They guaranteed it for half a year, but couldn't keep it up. Now this tariff war is actually happening. PeoplerCOs mindsets are collapsing, you know? You said it wouldnrCOt happen! You said the economy would get better, the port would run!
Why the hell is it happening again? When I saw Redneck Bro, the first thing he asked was, "Is China preparing to retaliate against the trade war?" I know he should know the answer, but he asked anyway. I felt the question was stupid, but he asked. I didnrCOt answer directly. I said, "We retaliated last time." Redneck Bro nodded. "Okay." It was awkward. I said, "Your guy started the trade war, it has nothing to do with us. We Chinese have to eat standing up too." If anyone is unhappy, itrCOs his son. Redneck BrorCOs sonrComy godsonrCOs dadrCois unhappy.
He wants to go back to work at the port, but itrCOs hard. No work. Some ask, can he do physical labor after having COVID twice? Yes. When I say "carry bags," itrCOs a figure of speech. There are forklifts. ItrCOs not like yourCOre literally shoulder-carrying sacks. ItrCOs manageable. But now that good job is gone. I could see it in Redneck BrorCOs sonrCOs eyesrConot sadness flowing like a river, but silence.
Silence tonight. Why? My godson was acting happy because his godfather came to visit, and today is his grandparCOs birthday. I brought good food and toys. He was happy. His dad, to save face in front of the kids, forced a smile. A fake smile, no sound. Why "silence"? Because he couldnrCOt smile. The end of the year is coming. Lots of places to spend money. His old job at the dockrCothat high salaryrCois gone. Exploded.
He canrCOt smile. Even though itrCOs his dadrCOs birthday, try to smile? He canrCOt. Just a forced movement of the facial muscles, no sound. HerCOs had COVID twice, his body is weak, the high-paying job is gone, the holidays are coming, winter is coming. Who can smile? No one can. His sisters have no tuition, he canrCOt smile either.
Some might ask, can I smile? I can. I was playing with my godson, so I could smile. Otherwise, the atmosphere was too oppressive. ItrCOs a birthday, bros. To force the vibe to be a bit comfortable, I managed a smile. IrCOm not the one sleeping in a bunk bed, while 1.4 million troops are owed pay. How do you handle that? Even with that, they donrCOt rebel. How? Borrowing high-interest loansrCo7 or 8 percent. Not considered usury in the US. Borrowing at 7 or 8 percent just to live, while shedding blood and sweat for the military.
Serving the country, and the country gives no explanation. Can "Nailong" smile? He made money, didnrCOt he? He can laugh out loud. Did he make money? There are plenty of people worse off. Redneck BrorCOs family isnrCOt even considered tragic compared to some. With my help, theyrCOre okay. Seeing it clearly is useless. Ming came in third in the Ming competition. What are you saying? ItrCOs just helpless. This era is just like this.
Some ask, will there be severe shortages during the three holidays this year? Stockpiling was done in the first half of the year. So it was done between the two tariff hikes. Goods are there. The question is, who buys them? YourCOve made the port so desolate, the economy so bad, having goods is useless. For a coastal city like Seattle, how many people will lose jobs? How many will commit suicide? How many wonrCOt make it? How many loans will default? Does "Nailong" care? He doesnrCOt care at all. Tell me, even if you stockpiled for the holidays, do you think your sales will explode? Who are you selling to?
Right? You add tariffs, theyrCOll raise prices in the name of tariffs. I donrCOt know about elsewhere, but the union and dockworkers here in Seattle are numb. They have been boasting for half a year that tariffs would go down, economy would stabilize. Now look, faces slapped raw. "Nailong" making this decisionrCono one saw it coming. ItrCOs hopeless.
I canrCOt imagine how the American people, at least the people of Seattle, will get through this holiday. I really canrCOt imagine. And internally, they sent out a borrowing guide. No pay, just a borrowing guide. Since Redneck Bro is a retired veteran, they sent it to him too. You know that look on Redneck BrorCOs face? Getting a notice at his own birthday party that the military isnrCOt paying, and instead offering loan info? You know how broken and triggered he felt?
In the eyes of a veteran who served over 20 years, getting a text like that on his birthday from the official US military... He immediately felt that his 20-plus years of effort, sacrifice, blood, and sweat were all fake. His liferCOs greatest achievement now looks like a joke. Have you ever seen someone chug whiskey straight from the bottle? Not a cup, not a can. Just bottle to mouth. ThatrCOs what he did.
He grabbed a whole bottle of whiskey, holding it like a mug, drinking it straight, pouring it right down his throat. You know, I told Redneck Bro, "Your 20 years of effort have all been in vain." He didn't really buy it. But the fastest knife, the deepest stab, often comes from within. That's what I meantrCoyour efforts were wasted. Redneck Bro, you can scoff all you want.
But the message from the US military itself... thatrCOs undeniable. He can't fool himself, right? Brother, stop lying to yourself. Thanks to the peak construction media person, Redneck Bro watched the September 3rd military parade and saw the spirit and morale displayed by Lei. After watching, he was silent. He didn't comment on anything; I guess he didn't want to say a word.
Thanks to Arthur, Redneck Bro, for the tip. Old friend, let me comment on this, can I? MAGA? Soldiers voluntarily going to "charge" Donkey-managed states or cities for free?
Look at the situation in Seattle now; for example, there are inexplicable military gatherings all the time. Seattle has always had a Navy presence, a Navy training base. Them charging into Donkey-managed cities is a crude, "better than nothing" approach. It doesn't actually solve any problems; it can't bridge the divide. Really, it solves nothing. ItrCOs just venting the dissatisfaction within the US military, you know? Dissatisfaction with LGBT and DEI. "I can't give you money, I can't change current policies, but you can go charge the Democrats."
Redneck Bro didn't eat much today, you know? Everyone made birthday cakes, desserts, meat, stewed beansrCoa whole table full of food. Redneck Bro barely touched anything; he just kept drinking, chugging one cup after another. It was as if today wasn't his birthday, but someone's funeral. You don't know... for whom the bell tolls. No grief is greater than a dead heart. You don't know whose fault it is, right?
At least for Redneck Bro, he doesn't know whose fault it is. To bring the country to this state... you know yourCOve spent a lifetime on the battlefield, killing people your whole life, and now nothing is solved. Yeah, like the saying goes, some people died long ago, they just haven't been buried yet. HerCOs worse off; he canrCOt even "be buried."
Think itrCOs over? No. There were even more bizarre people. I dressed pretty well for this birthday party today. I wore a pale pink polo shirt, a small belt, and fitted jeans. I looked decent, maybe a bit too decent. I forgot one thing: his community doesn't have rich people; everyone is quite poor. My outfit was a bit "extra," at least for this community.
Do you know the classic look for poor white people? The classic poor white attire is a cheap graphic tee or sports team t-shirt, cheap sneakers or flat shoes, a fake leather belt, and work pants. Let me explain why they aren't "jeans" like ours. We Chinese usually wear casual jeans or fake work pants. The American white working class wears real work pants. They wear pants meant for real workrCoreal physical labor, fixing streets, fixing cars. Utility is the priority. In China, our jeans have lots of decorative features, but in America, work pants are purely functional. The contrast is huge.
Those fashionable "work pants" we wear would be considered unwearable by Americans. Why? No utility. They wear canvas material, extremely hard, wear-resistant, and rough. When they walk, their legs rub together making a "shhh shhh" sound like sandpaper. My pants were casual jeansrCosoft to the touch and a nice color. I was completely out of place.
There was a guy who didn't like merCoor rather, seemed to have an issue with me. HerCOs Redneck BrorCOs neighbor. I often make stews and braised meats for Redneck Bro, and sometimes he canrCOt finish it, so he shares it with neighbors. This neighbor has eaten my food before. LetrCOs call him Mark.
When introducing me to his kids, he just said, "I have no impression, don't know him." Redneck Bro then provided a divine assist: "The braised meat I gave you, the one you love? He made it." MarkrCOs young daughter, maybe six years old, immediately tugged on my clothes. "Can you make some more? I don't usually get full. I'm hungry. Can you make more?"
MarkrCOs face turned red instantly. HerCOs white, so his face went from snow white to lobster red in a split second. The terrifying part was the little girl then called her brother over. "Brother, come here! The meat you love was made by him, let's ask him to make more." A little boy came running overrCohe had been playing with my godson earlier.
Redneck Bro didn't expect it to be this awkward. MarkrCOs face was red as a boiled lobster. I understand. As a father, having your child say they are hungry in front of guests... it was embarrassing. Mark looked at me, looked at his daughter, looked at his son... he wasn't just red, he was breaking out in cold sweat. The survival state of Americans is worrying. In their own country, at the bottom layer, there are tons of people who don't get enough to eat.
Old Mark was softened by a bowl of braised meat. HerCOs better than Martin (the other guy), at least he doesn't blame the Chinese. Even though he was red-faced, he eventually said, "Thanks for the meat, I liked it." ThatrCOs the difference. He acknowledged the help. ThatrCOs the standard "soft mouth when eating others' food." Or maybe itrCOs just because he hasn't lost any family members yet. His kids are still alive.
He still has some rationality. HerCOs hungry. Unlike Martin, whose heart is deadrCohis son died saving for college. HerCOll dwell on that for the rest of his life. If your son died saving for college, working himself to death or dying of illness, yourCOd dwell on it too. You need a reason to vent.
All in all, dozens of people came today. Besides Redneck BrorCOs family of nine, there were about 12 or 13 guests. A total of 20-some people eating together. About seven families.
Did any extremists provoke me? Someone did, but not an extremist. It was a teenager. A classic American teenager, a dumbass kid who thinks everything is "Old China's" fault. Who was he? According to Redneck Bro, herCOs a nephew. About my age. First time meeting me.
It was actually kind of funny. This guy was a standard American "brain-dead" teenager. Rude, brainless, and envious. Poor upbringing, single-parent family. He came with his mom. Someone asked if he was a "talking animal"? You might be overestimating him; herCOs not a talking animal. HerCOs like a beast that just gained a bit of sentience. He looked down on me instantly.
I was setting the table. He slapped my shoulder. I turned around. He saw a smiling, friendly-looking Asian guy. He immediately used a derogatory term for Chinese people. I won't repeat it. "Yellow monkey" or something like that. I raised an eyebrow. I didn't scold him. I just stared at him. He was taller but skinnier than merCoa beanpole.
Someone asked, "The C-word?" Yeah. I just stared at him. My look was very unfriendlyrColike a Northeasterner saying "What are you looking at?" I looked him up and down. IrCOm built strong. He swallowed his next words. I glared him down. He choked on his words.
Everyone heard him because he shouted so loud. Redneck Bro was drinking at the timerCodowning a bottle of whiskey because he was upset. After this kid shouted, and I glared him down, Redneck Bro stood up, grabbed him by his thick collar, and dragged him outside.
No one said a word. We just continued working. Five minutes later, the kid came back to apologize, looking very unwilling. I assume Redneck Bro fixed him. I just laughed it off. "It's fine." HerCOs family, right?
At the dinner table, he was still rude. He ate plenty of my braised meat and beans, but then he asked those classic dumb white guy questions.
"Do you Chinese eat rats? Frogs? Cats? Dogs?"
The young people sat on one side. He was sitting a few seats away. He leaned over to poke me again. "Do you eat cats? Rats? Dogs?" He used an excited, curious tone, like he couldn't wait to hear some sick truth.
I nodded to everything. "Yes." Then I said, "The meat you are eating right now? I made it with cat, dog, and rat. You want more?"
Silence. My voice wasn't loud. "Is it tasty? You ate a lot, bro. Want more?" His spoon froze in his mouth. The whole table went silent. Redneck BrorCOs family knew the dealrCoI bring them offal (tripe, intestines) to make these dishes, so they knew it was good food. But the other guests looked at me in terror.
I said it with a smile. "Yeah, hehe. Cat, dog, and rat. Tasty?"
The kid was stunned. He didn't expect that. He looked devastated, like he ate a pound of frost. "Wait, did I just eat..." He actually believed it.
Then I said, "Just kidding. It's pork or beef."
But he went through that rollercoaster of emotions. He didn't dare spit it out because in Western dining etiquette, you don't spit food out. He held it in his mouth, not knowing whether to swallow or not. I said, "Eat up. It's just pork, beef, and lamb. No cats or dogs. Eat."
I watched him struggle to swallow that last bite.
Who ate the happiest? Only my godson. Aside from him, no one was truly happy. I wasn't happy either, thanks to that dumbass.
My godson is smart, though. He learned some social skills from me.
Redneck Bro is helpless. Nothing goes right. Just scraping by, living day to day. Future? Dreams? Development? For many Americans right now, those aren't things to think about.
Let me show you something. "Feeding America," a famous NGO. Basically, 47 million Americans are hungry, including 14 million children. In a country of 320 million, 47 million people are physically starving. And thatrCOs just the reported stats.
What else happened? Some female relatives found out about me. They did what Chinese parents do. Shoving phone numbers at me. "This is my daughter's number." Very enthusiastic. They showed me photos of the daughters as kids. I said, "This isn't necessary." Why show childhood photos? Because current photos might be... unsightly. Nose rings, tattoos, etc. Rednecks are actually quite traditional in this senserCoarranging matches, living together as families. Poor parents are all the same.
Redneck BrorCOs own daughter didn't bring it up because every time I visited before, I brought womenrCousually daughters of officials or rich families. So she didn't even try.
The result of the party: the men didn't eat, just drank. Everyone was pessimistic. The women had no laughter. Except for the small kids who were ignorant and happy, no one was in a good mood.
It was a sad birthday. Today is the 12th. 18 days until Halloween. The holiday season is comingrCoHalloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Americans usually spend money to make their families comfortable. But this year? Doubtful.
You think the end of the year is hard just because money is tight? No. People die. The weather is getting cold. People are going to freeze to death on the streets. We just had the first report of a freezing death this October.
Is it "corpse collection season"? The peak is next spring. Right now, the temperature is barely holding. ItrCOs raining in Seattle. Freezing rain. ItrCOs 9 degrees Celsius. For a city at the same latitude as the Northeast, freezing rain means people will die. ItrCOs going to rain on and off for days.
Today, or tomorrow at the latest, there will be bodies. Mainly children and the elderly. Poor peoplerCOs kids and old people die first. ThatrCOs just experience.
Economic deterioration really kills people. Forget winterrColetrCOs see if they can survive until Christmas.
Title for the Combined Parts
Seven Years After the Trade War: The Desolate Lives of American Rednecks
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