The Houses…

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Of the five houses I viewed, only two would do outright if with a bit of wrangling on price. A few others might work with a lot of wrangling. Some needed repairs and detail work, others were in questionable neighborhoods, none were perfect. Some of them, if not all, have been on the market a very long time in spite of what the paperwork says. One of them seemed to have a drug house across the way. I noticed a man, at about 10:00 nearly sneak up to the front door, get checked out, and then enter the premise. Then, whoever had let him in watched me for a period of time before sneaking back himself. He thought his darkened screen door kept him from my vision… not so. I live in a world of darkness and doubt, and I do see what most miss, if dust bunnies have their way with me, goblins do not. Another house (two of them actually, as they were close to each other) was in a rather blue-collar neighborhood. Generally this is not a bad thing. But when one of the houses had a brand new Cadillac and a black man out front talking loud and bold on his cell phone, I had to think long and hard. I suppose one could call that prejudice, but when I see behavior that does not fit, I have to count it and deal with it. Not dealing with suspicion is not open mindedness, it is stupidity. Then again, I think the two have indeed become synonymous, hence Barack Hussein Obama I suppose.

Still, there were a few houses left to pick from. I was not able to see what the neighbors are like, so I cannot be sure. I did note lots of high fences and other security measures. These are not friendly places, but castles to hide away within. As well, as I had noted, they have been vacant for a long time. Some of them seemingly abandoned almost mid-life, as if the owners were chased out. Odd things were left, a fence in one of the places was cut in order to move, apparently, but the fence was not fixed in spite of some great time (a year or more) having passed. I must say, just by these things alone, buying a house here does not seem the thing to do. And more, with the communists moving into congress and the White House, prospects are even more grim. I would almost feel sympathy for the homeowners, but knowing they most likely voted locally to allow the people into office who have racially redistributed the neighborhoods which is forcing them to flee and voted nationally for the people who have wrought this economic nightmare, and that they are continuing to vote that way, sympathy is not an easy thing to give. I suppose I could be sympathetic at their ignorance if it was not for their apathy. Still, I will hold off on a decision. Perhaps I will show the houses to family and friends. Perhaps I will find out more about the neighborhoods. And perhaps the elections will not be murder, literally. Even if it ends in another R. King type deal, I think this time we need to fix that, hard, should McCain win. Anyway... I am still figuring...

I need to take a nap now. Perhaps, hopefully, I will be in good shape again this evening to study more. Last night was fantastic. It relieved my stretched nerves to see that, given a chance and finding a bit of time where I was rested, and with a little work, the material was once again within my grasp. This does not mean I will just be able to walk to the finish line. It does look like, though, I will be able to work my way to it. I suppose, even if I get C’s, that is all I can hope for in a corrupted education system. And, it probably is good, better than the cheaters, if a bit bitter. A C is at or near the top of the pile of people who are doing their work honestly, I do believe. It will have to do for now.