So I was visiting Atlanta a few days ago, and spent most of my time in the lower-income neighborhoods just south of downtown. I noticed that something I always joked about but never expected to be as true as I now realize.

Most of the houses I saw were in okay to poor condition, the vast majority of the people living there were black.

A few select houses in those historic neighborhoods were significantly bigger and in better condition, all the owners I saw were white. It looked like a clear case of early stage gentrification.

Now onto the interesting part: Nearly all of the nice white households had BLM and Biden Harris signs. Not ONE SINGLE black household had a sign.

Possible conclusions:

1. These signs are basically "please don't loot my house, I'm on your side" virtue signals from the cowardly white liberals that are actively gentrifying their neighborhood. They don't really like/respect black people, it's just all for appearance.

2. Most black people are not interested in Joe Biden and don't support the BLM movement outside of the generic platitude of its namesake.

I saw 1 BLM mask and 1 BLM shirt the entire time, both worn by whites. It was almost comical seeing a soyboy 50 year old white dude in a BLM shirt wading through a crowd of homeless black people in downtown.

I've learned that I have much more disdain for my friends that refuse to vote than my friends that are voting for Biden. I disagree with every single opinion my libs have but at least they are fucking trying.

Two of my friends prefer Trump but won't vote no matter how much I advocate. One is a lazy "one love" kinda guy who likes to pretend he doesn't have any opinions, and the other one is afraid of his girlfriend despite the fact that she'll never know who he voted for.

It gets my blood boiling and there's just no outlet for release. I can debate lefties all day, and I'm actually working on converting one to the Trump train, but I feel so powerless trying to reach these anti-voters.

I don't want to be the guy that puts politics over friendships, but I don't think I'll ever be able to bring myself to respect them again.