Showing posts with label The Sad People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Sad People. Show all posts

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Drag the Bankers from Their Warm Beds and Slit Their Throats.


A Story:
 
I found out a few more details about the woman whose house was foreclosed--the only home she'd ever lived in her entire life. Apparently some enterprising smear of shit at the bank surfs the tax rolls trying to find properties with delinquent tax bills. If the property has potential promise for a good profit, he pays the tax bill, the bank gains title, and they kick out the former home owner. So that's what the guy did. I assume he earns brownie points for such evil as he sucks his way up the corporate ladder.

The thing about this one is that I've never seen a house begin its facelift so soon after a homeowner has been evicted. It has only been a couple of weeks since they kicked her out, and already they've started in on giving the house a facelift.

Another thing that I'd noticed is that one street away the City has bought out every single house on the stream-side of the avenue. The reason they give is that the houses were built on a flood plain and never should have been placed there. Sixty years ago. I asked a woman who had lived on the safe side of the street if she'd ever seen any of them flood, and she said that one time in forty years she had seen one of those houses get some flood damage. Forty years.

The City has bought almost all of those houses (I haven't counted them, but I think about forty of them). As soon as the owners are out, they knock them down and leave empty lots. What's it going to be? A park? Are they going to "fix" the non-existent drainage problem and then sell the empty lots to a certain bank at cost? Who knows?

At any rate, real estate values are climbing fast in that neighborhood.


All of the things left in her house are now in this garbage unit.

Gazebo the family once used. Religious figure of course. No church helped her pay her back taxes. Churches don't pay taxes! Not even those of members in danger of losing their homes.
The old man used to send the Stars and Stripes up this flagpole every morning when he was alive. The citizens are left to wander aimlessly, while the banks are protected tooth and nail.