And On We Blindly Stumble! 3.4

21st century suburbia is pure retardation, enshrined in brick and
drywall.

Seriously, these upscale tract houses are surreally ridiculous,
credit-leveraged hamster cages that are designed and built with the expectation
that they will be torn down in 30 years. You see the materials they slap these
things together with? Yet the yuppies stick to the program: cheap unsustainable
credit and a barren, isolated existence among all the other materialistic
emotional cripples, totally convinced that they're living their dream and yet
unable to fuction without a steady diet of Viagra and MAO inhibitors.

You see them at the bank and the supermarket. They're super-white, with
tightly-drawn, edge-of-panic facial expressions, cell phones grafted to their
skulls. Actually, the female model looks like Dr. Bunsen's lab assistant,
Beaker. Their voices are brittle, metallic and sharp. Owing to their
perpetually-distracted condition, they tend to have sub-par driving skills, as
any conscious person can attest.

What will they do when the housing boom ends and the banks call their
housing loans? When the foreign banks dump the US dollar? These are not people
who are confortable with change. Those subdivisions will become dilapidated
squatter towns with scraggly potato patches where the lawn used to be.

This is so true, especially out here in Cruces where the yuppies are forcing these developers to consume lands for their stupid subdivisions