Insubordiknit

Pretty on the outside...

Behold, Baltimore's newest answer to the neighborhood blight problem. Looks like a normal section of row houses, eh? Ahha! Click on the picture and look closer, my friend. Notice door and (all the) windows of the house in the middle -- the stark whiteness, the spartan cleanliness (come on, whose door doesn't have at least one peanut butter handprint on the door?, whose window not one smudge or old goo from a misplaced sticker?), the sublte reflective quality. What is it you ask? It's a laminate. Yes, a laminate. Maybe it's more obvious on this one. Come on, try a little harder, people. Or perhaps a family of stilt walkers lives there, but only on the first floor. They don't go upstairs, stilts don't work well on stairs, heck, papa stiltwalker tried it last week and damned if his stilt didn't go right through the upstairs hall window, what a mess...

Yes, this is my city, folks. Instead of spending money on programs to rehab, both aestically and internally, instead of putting money into our fucked-up school system, instead of feeding our people, raising minimum wage, helping people have a reason to clean up and then helping them clean up, teaching art, providing safe places for kids while parents work, instead of all of that, our city officials are running all over the city plastering up these laminates on burned out, condemned rowhouses (and there are thousands in this city) to make them look prettier, no matter that it's rotting on the inside.

Beauty industry mentality. Bah. I'm throwing out my lipgloss. Oh wait, no I'm not, I like shiny lips.

But really. Weird isn't it? I've seen several different window styles, some have a nice warm fire showing through the crack in the drapes, some have a dining room set up, B-ill even said he saw one with a kid peeking out.

I admit it makes things look nicer, but it's just so strange.