THE PREDATORIES

The bus across the hill was not entirely full, as it wasn't rush hour yet. Three elderly people wearing masks, not over their noses. One looked mean and stupid, one was obviously gaga, and one simply looked dull. Across from me was a row of young women of a typical type: standard issue unpleasant office yups. Smirking, preoccupied, overly done.

Do not let this person become a corporate liability.
Prepare to fire at the first opportunity.


A few blocks from the bus stop I arrived at the lunch place. Milk tea and something Chinese. No other Caucasians present the entire time. It was very good. Peaceful.
No Karens. No HOA presidents. No 'yes men'.
No influencer types.


As you can guess, I'm still recovering from dealing with many people in Marin over the weekend, representing both the pretentious young and old of our species.

As well as their delusional self-regard.

Marin is toxic sludge.

San Francisco desk-drones do not rank significantly higher.

To be perfectly honest, I do not really like American society. There is a sickness in it, entirely self-infected. Celebrity worship, overpaid sports stars, ignorance, as well as a complete rejection of most civilized norms.


On the way back after a post lunch pipe smoke, I noticed a young woman reading a thick book at the bus stop. She got off at the same stop as myself, still avidly reading.
It was not a business studies textbook. So there is hope.



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