I weep for my hometown

I weep for my hometown. I was born and raised in San Bernardino. My parents and sister are buried there. Until I went away to college, we lived a Mayberry existance on our family farm on South Waterman Avenue, a mere three blocks from the scene of today’s shooting. Unfortunately, San Bernardino has devolved from an idyllic small town to a hellhole engulfed in smog, filled with meth labs, gangs,and corrupt politicians, and populated by multi-generation welfare leeches. I weep for the good people who were killed and their families, none of whom deserved this tragic fate. I can only hope that no one I knew all those years ago was one of today’s victims.