A VERY disturbing real life experience as reported by a friend who taught English in Japan and China for around 2 decades a number of years ago and returned to California. He has finally given up on America and...well, read below for yourself.
Larry's story parallels mine during a visit to the DMV here in Georgia for driver license renewal: It was like a visit to a third world country right in my own back yard. About the only English I heard was from the rather surly clerks -- and that wasn't all that good.
We are no longer the people we once were and will soon become unrecognizable to those of us who grew up in the 40s and 50s. We're in BIG trouble folks. And it promises to get MUCH BIGGER.
Yesterday, Akiko and I went to the Social Security Administration to
change our mailing address and to cancel our Medicare Health Insurance.
At first, we had to wait outside - only 3 people allowed to pass the
GUARDS checking for explosives and guns. So, we waited in the sun.
Finally inside, the guard asked, in a very gruff voice, what my
purpose was. I told him I was moving back to Japan - and it did NOT
register. Finally, I said I was going to change my address.
Then on to the metal detector. I just had my knee fully replaced. I
was wanded, front and back, and had to go through the machine twice -
then finally allowed to proceed.
Once sitting down, I got a REAL look at what I had gotten myself into.
If you think the photos that are going around on the Internet of Wal-
Mart shoppers is bad, then these people would have put them all to
shame. I leave the visions up to you. I HAVE NEVER SEEN a more
wasted, blown out, whacked out group of losers in my life. The women
were FAT, the men were slovenly and unclean - and the majority had at
least a couple of TATTOOS. It smelled of unwashed body odor and the
movement was that of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.
Akiko actually got somewhat scared, then leaned over and whispered,
"This is the future America."
I about shit my pants. In five words she nailed it.
We finally finished up - about 2 hours later.
Outside, we both controlled the violent urge to run like hell - but
managed to walk back to our car - and quickly drive back to our condo.
What the REAL shock to all this was - it WAS NOT the Welfare Office.
Now, if you have ever been to the welfare office . . . .
July 23rd we leave.