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I'm currently on a ship in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, but with fairly good wifi, and so through the miracle of technology am able to keep relatively abreast of current events.  The ship departed from San Francisco, one of my many old home towns, and I must say that the city was somewhat cleaner than I had been led to believe it would be. In other words, I didn't see any poop on the pavement, but that may just have been a function of the neighborhoods I was in.

When I lived there, from 1977-1981, you could practically dine off the streets, they were so clean. The women still wore dresses and gloves, and the men suits. Now, the armies of homeless are everywhere, the legacy of turning over the most beautiful city in America to the far-left wing of the Democrat Party. Crazy people were always a feature of the City by the Bay, from the time of the Emperor Norton to the present; I got there in the aftermath of the Zodiac murders, lived through the assassinations of George Moscone and Harvey Milk. and semi-fondly remember when San Francisco looked like this:

Today, though, the crazy is out of control, so much so that the city is now floating a Seattle-style tax on successful businesses in order to pay for more services. (Seattle's tax, of course, did not survive contact with reality, i.e. Amazon.) That San Francisco needs fewer, not more, services would never occur to the residents, who have embraced the myth of their own goodness to such an extent that it will eventually kill them if left unchecked. But the homeless ranks still swell as they get off the buses, discard their one-way tickets, and then live on the streets, because freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose, especially when someone else is paying for it.