Updated 1 year ago
You could make a whole Richard Scarry-style set piece here.
The neighborhood is mixed race. The Jim Jones-style compound is not only a commune, but is also technically public housing, run by a local Anarcho Syndicalist co-op. The co-op didn’t pay their taxes so everyone is a squatter.
And you know the yard doesn’t have a proper manicured grass lawn but is full ofethically sourced non-GMO South American shamanic plants, many currently illegal. The plants are all tended to by illegal aliens, cuz who else will do that!
In the front, a Tesla with BLM and Antifa stickers in driveway. The occupants were able to pool their money for the Tesla by prostituting their white daughters to the ‘hood. An imposing Stalin statue ringed by Squad statues, crafted by Alex Grey in the Buddhist sand garden. The sand is snortable, organic Bolivian Marching Powder fresh from Venezuela.
In the back yard, a homeless encampment alongside memorials to Seth Rich, Vince Foster and Jeffrey Epstein. This is where traitors are executed via the South African style burning tire necklace.
Inside, graffiti-covered walls with Marxist and Satanic slogans, but the local inner city youths routinely paper over them with MST-13, Crip and Blood tags, to the consternation of irate political activists.
Meetings and workshops are held daily to “raise awareness” about intersectionalism and the crimes of Western Civilization. TikTok is pumped through the house mercilessly. A tattered “community library” of worn paperbacks by Karl Marx, Bill Ayers, Nelson Mandela, and Bernie Sanders. Mao’s Little Red Books have all been stolen.
Although the occupants would love to have bespoke ethically sourced furnishings crafted by oppressed minorities, in reality everything in the house that hasn’t been stolen already was manufactured in China by white Uyghur slaves.
These anti-gun peaceniks have an old Soviet machine gun nest overlooking the front yard to, you know, protect themselves from the pigs.
The general decor motif is that of Walter White’s house at the very end of Breaking Bad.
And, over the fireplace, which is used to burn books by Ayn Rand, a full portrait of Uncle Joe.
