Poor White Trash
The Wife and I, by virtue of being accidental landlords, spent the day at her Twin Brooks rental, cleaning up the filth left by the previous tenant, who apparently could no longer tolerate it and moved on to a condo. This pig had no use for anything out of doors, so I also have to rehab the patio before it can be rented.
We’ll spend the next few weeks cleaning and contract with some Latinos to paint. Hopefully, one of them will want to move in. A normal person would love the patio, where flowers and vegetables grew in profusion when we lived there.
Next week, my tenant in Liberty, having lost his job, moves out. He’s making arrangements to move into a small apartment or with a relative until his circumstances get better. A young black guy, he has taken excellent care of the property and I will miss him. Hopefully, I can also rent it to a Latino.
But whatever happens, we will not be renting to white people. You could give a million dollars to one of these people and they would still live like poor white trash. They are sub-humanoid and do not deserve to walk the same streets and breathe the same air as the rest of us. Unfortunately, they are quite adept at getting on disability and taking advantage of every public service to such an extent that, in the case of this tenant, they drive nicer cars than us, have more disposable income for cigarettes and consequently consume take out for every meal.
20:00: The Wife has already received a call. She’s also arranged to meet with the painters in the morning. They are white (not the painters), live across the road and I am crestfallen.
Voicemail picked up a couple of calls which I suspect were from Liberty as they seemed unable to actually leave a message.