American Graffiti; No it's not a Movie...

Congratulations, America. You’ve Turned Your Cities Into Open-Air Toilets.

Photo by Pedro Netto on Unsplash

Look around. Go on, take a good, long whiff.

That’s not progress you’re smelling. That’s the stench of decay.

You can slap a rainbow flag on City Hall and chant about “equity” until your throat goes raw, but it won’t mask the simple, revolting fact:

Our cities are filthy.

Not messy. Not cluttered. Filthy.

And we did it to ourselves.

Thirty, forty years ago, you could walk down Market Street without stepping over a half-conscious junkie or kicking aside a used condom. Today? Congratulations. You’ve won the participation trophy for Urban Degeneration.

Why? Because nobody in charge has the spine to do anything about it.

Let’s run down the greatest hits of this civic catastrophe:

• White Guilt. Yes, I said it. The neurotic obsession with proving you’re not a bigot has hollowed out any sense of civic standards. You can’t even ask someone to stop tagging a building without being accused of “targeting marginalized voices.”

• Illegal Immigration. Not legal, mind you. Illegal. You import millions from countries where civic order is optional and think they’ll magically assimilate without any expectation or consequence. You’re shocked when the graffiti and trash pile up? That’s not compassion. That’s suicidal stupidity.

• Political Corruption. Your mayors and councilmembers have figured out you’ll keep voting for them as long as they bleat the right slogans. So they siphon tax dollars into “community initiatives” that accomplish precisely jack squat, while the sidewalks get crustier by the hour.

• Media Delusion. Every time a camera crew shows up to document the carnage, it gets spun as “economic inequity.” Let’s be honest. Half of this vandalism is bored punks who figured out nobody will stop them.

Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining.

This is willful decay.

Tell me — is this what civilization looks like?

Is this your grand vision? Cities that reek like a prison latrine? Neighborhoods where you need a hazmat suit to walk your dog?

Here’s a radical thought: civilization requires rules. Enforcement. Shame. Consequence. Not hashtags.

Solutions? Sure, I’ve got a few.

• Stop pretending law enforcement is optional. Arrest vandals. Deport repeat offenders if they’re here illegally. Prosecute the parasites making money off the chaos.

• Tie every city bureaucrat’s paycheck to cleanliness metrics. You want your six-figure pension? Sweep the damn streets.

• Publicly shame the enablers. I’m talking big, billboard-size photos. “This councilman voted to defund street cleaning. Enjoy the trash heap.”

• Re-educate the youth. If you think tagging a mural or smashing a window is “expression,” you’re an idiot. It’s destruction. You deserve a month scrubbing the walls you defaced.

Don’t like it? Too bad.

We are in the middle of a civic collapse. And the more we pretend it’s all part of some grand social experiment, the more we guarantee the rot will spread.

You don’t need a sociology degree to see what’s coming.

More crime. More blight. More taxpayer dollars disappearing into nonprofit sinkholes.

All while the politicians get richer and your neighborhood starts looking like a scene from Mad Max.

But hey. Keep voting for the same cowards. Keep swallowing the same bovine feces about “systemic forces.” Keep tiptoeing around the truth because it might hurt someone’s feelings.

Then go ahead and look shocked when your city turns into the world’s most expensive landfill.

Tell me I’m wrong.

I dare you.