“A liquor store in Boston kept a cat as a ratter. But one day someone held the door open too long and a pigeon flew in. Bankruptcy ensued. Plexiglas would have fixed that fast. Meanwhile: Never underestimate your pets.”
I lived in Fun City, where the rule of thumb is, if it’s not locked up, it’s counterfeit. When I took my wife to my old home town in Illinois, she was amazed to shop in her very first plexiglas convenience store: You can touch the merch once you’ve paid for it. And a decent RiotScore™ for any neighborhood could be established from the number of plexiglas-shielded cashiers.
Plexiglas means the merchant believes the law can’t keep up with the crime, and he is not only almost certainly right, he was almost certainly late in every passive protection he put on his inventory. Almost no one steals, but those who do will steal beyond all reason if not actively opposed.
Witness San Francisco, where the plexiglas will only briefly precede the “Final Closeout Liquidation!” sales.
What bulletproof plexiglas really means is: Last sucker standing. But you can’t outrun the bottom-line, so even the suckers will be gone soon.
Good luck getting you prescriptions, granny. Good luck getting food. The police are no longer on your side.
In other news:
John Hinderaker: California Nightmare.
SocketSite.com: Visualizing All the Vacant Office Space in San Francisco.
The Federalist: More Americans Could Live In Beautiful Neighborhoods If The Right Stopped Propping Up Suburbia.
Roger Kimball: Are You Having a Free Speech Emergency?
City Journal: The Panic Pandemic: Fearmongering from journalists, scientists, and politicians did more harm than the virus.
LidBlog.com: Why America Is Losing To Marxist Democrats In Two Sentences.
