San Francisco- If you would stop patting yourself on the back long enough to pull your head out of your ass, you might discover that you are not the center of the universe!
I live in Santa Cruz, a small liberal beach community about an hour and a half away from that almighty center of the universe, San Francisco. As you might know from my previous post, San Francisco’s Ego, I have been forced by my signifigant other to subscribe to the San Francisco Chronicle. The Chronicle, for you lucky non Bay-Area people out there, seems to exist solely as a propaganda piece declaring San Francisco’s Refined Liberal Holy Superiority above all other cities.
Today I woke up and read a front-page story on how the state is thinking of moving some jobs out of Too-Expensive-To-Live-In San Francisco into the state’s capitol city, Sacramento. The article began like this (keep in mind this is the front page, not op-ed):
I grew up in Sacramento. It is hardly the dreaded backwater of California. Yes, there are monster truck rallies. There is also ballet, theater, a liberal weekly newspaper, fine art, a better music scene than I’ve witnessed in the Bay Area, and just about anything someone could want from a city. Sacramento is also a beautiful city, with more trees than any other city in the world besides Paris (well, that is actually a tie). And yes, Sacramento is affordable. You can buy a Victorian in one of Sacramento’s quaint tree lined downtown neighborhoods for what it costs to live in someone’s back yard storage shed in the Bay Area.
Is San Francisco so insecure about their over-priced, windblown, earthquake prone, loft building, artist evicting city that they have to sit around maligning other people? For ridiculing my home town in order to boost it’s ego (which actually manages to be more inflated than it’s housing costs) I have this to offer- San Francisco, Fuck Off!