Just got back to SF. I've traveled around the world and I gotta say there is nothing more grotesque than walking down market st in San Francisco. Why the heart of our city has to be overrun by crazy, homeless, drug dealers, dropouts, and trash I have no clue. Each time I pass it my love affair with SF dies a little.
The difference is in other cosmopolitan cities, the lower part of society keep to themselves. They sell small trinkets, beg coyly, stay quiet, and generally stay out of your way. They realize it's a privilege to be in the civilized part of town and view themselves as guests. And that's okay.
In downtown SF the degenerates gather like hyenas, spit, urinate, taunt you, sell drugs, get rowdy, they act like they own the center of the city. Like it's their place of leisure... In actuality it's the business district for one of the wealthiest cities in the USA. It a disgrace. I don't even feel safe walking down the sidewalk without planning out my walking path.
You can preach compassion, equality, and be the biggest lover in the world, but there is an area of town for degenerates and an area of town for the working class.
Tech Bro is right! We need an area of town for degenerates! That's why I'm proposing the creation of a Godforsaken Wretch Zone (GWZ) here in San Francisco. We can then move the Crazy, the Homeless, the Dropouts, the Trash, and Internet Explorer users there and have them out of our hair as we march forward into the New Utopia.
I propose a number of areas in the GWZ where the Enlightened can visit and do their part to help out the Human Trash.
In Trinket Town by Etsy, the gnarled underclass can sell their pathetic little goods. You'll stroll happily through a faux streetscape and purchase their little geegaws with Trinket Town Tokens, which are not redeemable for alcohol. "Oh look!," you'll cry. "The little orphan girl is selling her handmade bracelets! Let's get one for Skyler!"
Over at the Snapchat Shooting Gallery, you can fire actual coins and bits of chocolate at homeless dropouts who are "workin' the range"! They get to keep what hits them! You'll have fun and help out society's trash at the same time. Watch out for Jimbo! He may look weak, but he can move!
And don't miss the Genentech Garden of Diseases! "Daddy, why is that man coughing blood?" "Hold on, sweetie, let's read the placard. Oh, he's got pneumonia and bronchitis! Don't get too close." "Gross!!"
What could be better than giving to the less fortunate out of the goodness of your heart, expecting nothing in return? Why, giving with the expectation of a cheerful song by a happy street urchin! Over in Pandora Panhandlers' Row, your (non tax-deductible) donation prompts one of our prescreened musical hobos to attempt the song of your choice! "Play Teenage Dream again on your battered guitar, Mister!," you'll shout with glee.
We're currently looking for space for the GWZ. Hmmmmm, with Candlestick coming down......