In my last post I mentioned the poverty tax known as the California Lottery, that gambling scheme designed to scam some revenue out of those least able to afford it. (I wonder when they will start taxing the rich with their stock gambling?) But the poor keep paying it, cuz it’s about the only realistic option one has to getting out of said poverty. Let me show you a quick look at one of the popular gamblerias here in LH, which is also my favorite place to get my rust free drinking water.
We put up with a lot don’t we? As if it wasn’t bad enough that this bullshit advertising kiosk on Broadway and Daly was allowed to be built in such a manner as to ruin our public sidewalks, obstructing the pedestrian thoroughfare, ruining our great views of glorious Lincoln Heights while pushing some lousy product or other, now they’ve gone and insulted all those that take public transport, even as they wait to board the bus!
Nevermind the fact that they are pitching the tax on the poor with their gambling schemes that seem reasonable in an era of desperation. But do they really have to keep pushing the idea that people only ride the bus because they lack money? I thought the city was trying to promote the green-ness of public transport? This seems like an utterly retarded way to try and increase your ridership, making them feel like they move up when they don’t need the bus.
Oh, are you going to claim you’re not responsible for these ads? Will you pass the buck on to some advertising partnership? Of course you will. Because nobody is in charge of anything anymore, its all just a big cloud of plausible deniability.
They use our public space just to mock us. Our tiny commons turned against us.
And they wonder why sometimes people decide to burn it all down.
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Two random minutes of action on a Saturday afternoon in Lincoln Heights, on the corner of N. Broadway and Workman. I deliver what I promise.
Why? Why not.
Last week I cooked up some breakfast for a World Cup party. Today I just wanted something easier. Time to order from an old favorite, La Llamarada!
I was busy early this morning making some breakfast for a World Cup viewing party, and then I realized my food looked like the flag of the team I was cheering: red, white, and green. Plus there was a whole pot of beans. Wot a stereotype!
I was driving by the Sacred Heart Fiesta the other day and just happened to have my camera. So I took a few pics.
Come along!
