If you want confirmation that the American Empire is in decline, just take a walk around Oroville. I had to take the car into the shop today. Gave me time to walk around this Redneck town. It is hard to find anything beautiful in this exhausted, former mining and logging center. The town is dirty, smelly, ill kept, depressed and dilapidated. Even the stately old mansions look out of place in this poster town for what is wrong in America.
Economically depressed, this brand new shopping center sits empty:
Homeless abound in Oroville. This elderly gentleman (who had no teeth) was quite polite. He has his entire camping setup attached to his bike:
Ishi came out of the woods in Oroville in 1916. Ishi was known as the last Native American--eventually becoming a living Museum piece in San Francisco.
A colorful house. A cigarette smoking, hugely pregnant young lady came out of the house to look at me take this photo. She declined to tell me why they painted the house like this.
We still are in California, so you have to expect some Californiaesque weirdness (with apologies to my macrobiotic friends):
For my friend Ian--and Ron Paul Revolutionaries everywhere!
In short, Oroville is a town you go to when you absolutely can't avoid it!
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