Trump is right! Our nation’s capital is a post-apocalyptic hellscape!
(There was a shooting on my street, a short distance from my house. We were out of town at the time, but a man shot the postal carrier for what he thought were good reasons (see, e.g. the Rule in M’Naghten’s case). There was also a shooting about half a mile, or less, from my house. Worker at a fast food place walked out in the dark to dump the trash before closing; didn’t walk back in. And there was a guy in a nice neighborhood near an upscale Methodist church, not that far from me, who sat in his car all night so he could start randomly shooting people on Sunday morning. My brother-in-law was at that church that day. He knew enough to stay inside away from the bullets and the carnage.
Oddly, no one ever declared Houston a hellscape that needed to be pacified by FBI and National Guard patrols. Trump still hasn’t.
Remind me: “Big Balls” was assaulted in a car jacking, right? My mother was assaulted in a purse snatching in New Orleans, once. I don’t think the President thought about declaring martial law in the Big Easy over that.)
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