Chapter 27: Kitchen Knives (9/1)
Strange Times Become Stranger
I begin to notice there are more and more older men that seem to be coming in and, most noticeably, they are new to me.
As we discovered last week, the Marxist people in Somerville, Massachusetts have gone completely insane.
They have yet to open much of anything and have completely banned all indoor events until the end of the year. You can still go out to eat, but you must sit outside. Their mayor is a mobbed-up lunatic and its citizenry have recently approved a law that ostensibly made polyamory legal.
Even in leftist circles, I’ve never heard of legal polyamory (except maybe, oh, I don’t know Genesis 19), and when I mention it in and around conservative Southie, many don’t even know what it is.
And that’s why these new dudes are showing up. At least 3 of them were fathers of young women who lived in Somerville.
“Oh wow,” I said to one of them, “so you’re moving your daughter to South Boston?”
“Yes,” he says as if he’s seen a ghost.
“What’s it like over there?”
He looks me dead in the eyes and says very clearly: “It’s like living behind the Iron Curtain.”
So our kitchen supplies and cleaning supplies and such are going as these fathers clean the homes of their daughters. I specifically remember one dad bought over $200 of cleaning stuff.
(The apartments must be getting hard to find in Southie, so the less clean ones are making their way to market.)
Which makes sense, as, for the most part, all of the rest of Boston is still locked up. Even just dashing over the bridge from Southie to the South End, where my favorite ultra-based Irish family runs their pub with three generations (!) on the bar, is like going to another world: A dark, disturbing and brutal other world, with protest signs and BLM painting and dark flags next to rainbow flags, everyone wearing a mask, lonely people walking around. Just miserable.
Other restaurants on the strip have completely closed and are gone. While in Southie, the streets are lined with young people drinking and talking about what shows they are streaming on Netflix.
As I’ve already mentioned: There is tremendous social pressure among them to “binge-watch” Netflix.
If you haven’t seen the newest fad show, you have to catch up fast … or you’re shunned.
You can’t engage in a conversation and I would routinely overhear in said conversation: “What do you mean you haven’t seen the latest episode of Trendy Show Usually About Something Disgusting and Evil and Perverse?”
Followed usually by a dry *scoff*.
After my Millennial wife dumped me for another Millennial woke-tard, the first thing I did was cancel Netflix, and it reminded me of when I graduated college: “I can finally read and watch whatever I want!” kind of liberation.
(It’s worth noting what the last thing was my Millennial wife said to me before I walked out the door was, true story: “I finally got my Xanax prescription.”)
So while we usually have thousands of college students moving in September, and the city bustles with new life (all colleges have gone remote so they’re not around) yet we still had tons of activity in the South Boston neighborhood.
It’s all from dads trying to get their daughters away from the sexual perversion of the Sodom Across the Charles—or, say Sodomville.
I know this because a week later, that dad who bought all those cleaning supplies, came back and this time … he was with his daughter.
And she was a— … TEN.
Next week, find out why everyone is out of mason jars across the Western world.
