THE FINE CITY OF FRESNO

No insult is intended to the good people of Fresno. Very many of whom are not Caucasian, and therefore presumably not infected quite as much with rabid trumpism as their better-off neighbors. Fresno is a city of culture with many fine institutions. Truly, an all-American city, the kind of place where middle-America would happily be able to find itself.
Salt of the earth, several of whom pay taxes.

One of the trolls on the internet is from there. I can't find out much else about him other than that, and by no means wish to burn his damned city down to the ground and salt the earth because of him.

[He comments critically underneath articles about San Francisco.]

I wonder if he graduated high school, and whether he has syphilis.
He undoubtedly comes from an upstanding Christian family.
Many of whose members may be quite literate.


It is unlikely that I will ever visit the place, as I have no need to go there. Ever. In this life.
If I did, I would probably require sunscreen, extra insurance, and a concealed weapon, in addition to a thermos with real coffee. Plus hot sauce, and fast car.


By the way: Grand Theft Auto is set there.

Unlike most of the country, which is addicted to fentanyl or designer strains of marijuana that appeal to urban professionals, Fresno vastly prefers methamphetamine, an old fashioned drug that has nothing hipster or modern about it. They are traditionalists, with sort of an artisanal approach to wrecking their lives.

It keeps the cash within the community and introduces children to the exciting world of commerce early on.


There are religious seminaries and incarcerational opportunities in Fresno.
It's a vibrant and nurturing old-school urban environment.


I cannot say enough about it.



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