Seattle would be great were it not for the people who live here.
People sometimes ask me, “well, why do you put up with it?”
The traffic; the hopelessly corrupt local government; the greedy suburban developers buying up every last corner; the vigilante cops; the tourists from Kirkland and Bellevue; the hapless bearded hipsters in girl’s jeans; Ben Cearlock; the intolerant, politically-correct, brainwashed shells of humans who call themselves “liberals”; the pretentious cocknostrils ordering triple venti latte fuckacinos; Chuck Reisinger.
Now you know.
