So for some time now, Deseret Industries, has been trying to purchase land in the hallowed city of Draper, UT. The City Council issued a statement recently that made it clear they were not interested in having them anywhere near its lovely premium shopping spaces. Dozens of other Utah communities in Utah have a DI in the area. Even many of the more affluent areas of the state. But not in the tony neighborhood of Draper. So, thinking, what does that say about the rest of the state?
Here's what it says: it says that the rest of the people in this state are not really interested in adopting a "caste" system of social hierarchy. It says that most people outside of Draper see the benefit, and don't mid offering a kind hand to those in need, rather than a backhand across the head of the downtrodden. It says that not everybody in Utah thinks that people who shop at DI have "cooties". Most people realize that some people shop there, even though they could afford to also shop elsewhere.
It also says this: It shows that Draper, in it's refusal to allow a DI in the area, isn't really thinking about social norms, or a "class culture". What they're really thinking about is themselves and their wallets. Their fear is that property values will be impacted, and it will harder to attract the upper echelon of other retailers they are so horny to attract, in order to further their own personal objectives of establishing themsleves as the true upper crust of Utah.
MORONS of the day.
Read this poem:
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning,"
and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace;
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
-Edwin Arlington Robinson
Why did he do that? Because he was hollow, shallow, he'd mortgaged his own soul, and forgotten what mattered most.
Hey Draper, hope you don't get left behind on the "last day" whenever that is. But, I'm sure you'll be able to PAY your way onto the train. No problem.