He’s Baaaack! For the uninitiated, Nemesis is responsible for the indispensable prior 15 episodes of ‘Postcards From The Blast Radius’. And, here it is… Number Sixteen!
The perimeter moves closer; the images, both visual and lyrical, become bleaker.
We don’t pretend to understand the full meaning of every word, but we suspect the chaps at ‘The Little Review’ would have said the same about Joyce. Once in a while, it’s good to give your brain a workout. Keeps you agile.
Thanks to Nem; and, to readers: good fortune. Be sure to click on the panoramas for large images. – vreaa
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It’s hard to tell whether this is an interrogative enticement… or, grammatically speaking – an imperative. Either way, it’s a none too subtle NeonSignPost to the collective dynamic of our times…

Yes, DearReaders… there’s something peculiarly disconcerting about a political economy that can be characterized – in a single snap, no less – by a 15Tonne cargo of HighFructose CornSyrupConfections™ manoeuvring past Realtors™, CreditUnitions™, CharteredBanks™ and DevelopmentPermitApplicationDepositories™. …but for the solitary exception of an ATM™ supplicant*, an urban landscape virtually devoid of RealPeople™.
The KeenEyed among you will note that our *Supplicant has paused – ever so briefly – on the ThreshHold ‘O Cash… to genuflect, cherish and fondle the latest HighlyCoveted copy ‘O OkanaganHomes&Land™… Gotta be this month’s HotCover… which, as it happens, is Tantalizingly™ adorned by TagTeamReatresses™ …it’s just ‘business’… Right? PageHits. Eyeballs. ClickThroughs. Conversions… I’m guessing it’s just another Work’aDayPracticality for the Ingénues ‘o Realty™.

Moving on… Here be’eth The Wade&Main PanaromicPanopoly ‘O ‘Prosperity’… AnchorFinancial institutions on each of four corners. Egads!, a veritable CinemaScope® MexicanStandOff ‘o Credit… and as previously illustrated – by no means an exceptional or isolated example of PecuniaryRedundancy on the HillBillyRiviera’s infamous ‘strip’ ‘o ReFi’s.
[NoteToEd: Albeit, not otherwise here depicted... and but “mere steps” away… there be not 1… there be not 1&1/2… but 2! Yes!!! 2CashStores! ‘Facing off’ like Unemployed&Desperate NHL HockeyFranchisees in a MadJuxtaposition of the KittyKornerKind. Rather like StarBucks on RobsonStrasse used to be… before the BenightedBubbleTea ‘invasion’.]

Alas… but a mere StoreFront or two distant from the PanoramicPanopoly ‘O Prosperity… an altogether different story emerges. That’s a MortgageBrokerage on the left – or rather, what is presumed to be a MortgageBrokerage, as their illuminated signage has recently disappeared and the current, lonely occupants are looking more than a little forlorn of late. I wonder, is their Signage next door – awaiting redemption…
Well, at least they’ve still got a trailer… Hidden behind their premises, a CourtesyCargoHauler cum SpecialEventsVenue WheelClamped for safety (or by Mr. “Quick n’ Easy”?) in a far flung corner of the adjoining, spooky, DevelopersGraveYard…
[**NewsFlash** NoteToDearReaders: The Great MortgageBrokerage SignageMystery is solved! – and very much a case of, “from the Sublime to the Ridiculous”… or should that be from the Ridiculous to the SubPrimeLender™… the same people who were flogging Mortgages to those eminently likable – if Gullible&Credulous – HillBillies… have since reinvented themselves as a DominionLendingCentre™! With a FancyNewBlueAwning! Ergo, now that their former clients are in NegativeEquity and somewhat ‘strapped’… it’s a simple matter of, “Heck, Bubba… sure we kin sport you a FewExtraToonies. Just sign right here.”]

Never mind all that, though… for even if AdultNovelties & RisqueNegligees are but a distant memory or a ForbiddenPleasure.. and assuming – Shock&Horror! – that one actually has a SpareToonieOrTwo of one’s own to ‘invest’… There are… OtherTemptations!
How about… A Scratch n’ Win GIC!… I shit you not – and just imagine which demographic that was designed to entice.
Yep, exclusively for you, Granny – from the VeryNicePeople @ Prospera.
[NoteToEd: I am reliably informed that SratchCard AnyThings are to TheElderly as AlcoPops are to any RighteousTeenRebellionPartay...]

Scratch&Win GIC not pan out?… Well, “DurnIt”... there’s always the CashFactory followed by a little Bling and maybe a PermanentHomage or two to BillyBobRay of GrindRod fame and that MagicalEvening on the Chrysler Valiant’s BenchSeat…
In spite of what you might reasonably think, DearReaders… This is RetailSynergy personified… in the HillBillyRiviera… A QuiteCommon juxtaposition, actually. Really.
[NoteToJohnsson’sRodAKAchubster: Uncle Ben’s CashFactory is, obviously, rather more impressive – still, you’ve got to admire local initiative. Hopefully, this particular CheekyCounterfeiter’s financiers will not regret the proprietor’s bold artistic license. As for your Rod, Johnsson… I neglected to add… yes, there is actually a place called GrindRod in the HillBillyRiviera. It’s quite charming and just North ‘o Enderby. Cue: LillyTomlin as child going: “SoThere, SFX: PROLONGED RASPBERRY’]

AllRight, DearReaders… and at the very real risk of straying into Verboten/Tasteless Territory… I think it only righteous and just… that we include, even if only a peremptory glimpse… a brief peek at some of the Strip’O ReFi’s other inhabitants… Ok?
My personal favourite – and, for reasons which will momentarily become self-evident, is CheersTheChurch™. No, your FearlessForeignCorrespondent has not attended a service. That said, he has performed extensive DigitalDueDiligance… Accordingly, I think it not just Proper&Fit but PositivelySerendipitous that TheCreator has seen fit… to install a store front Pentecostal FrontierOutpost on such a NotoriousBoulevardOfSin…
[NoteToEd: Come on… it makes perfect sense on a street dominated by TattooParlours™, CharteredBanks™, BokeragesOfThePawns™, PayDay™Emporiums and OnanistOutfitters™ to EvenThingsUp a little bit… by including a religious assembly with substantive expertise in DemonicPossession, SpeakingInTongues, BeastlyMarks and, naturally... the inimitable CrefloDollar’s ‘ProsperityGospel’™. Wouldn’t you agree?… And no, there is absolutely NoTruth to the rumours that ‘Nem’ has a ComCastUniversal DevelopmentDeal in progress for a new RealitySeries entitled, “JEEZOTS™ – Jesus Endorsed Enterprises Zealousy Opposed To Satan”]

Well, irreverance aside…. and “irregardless”, I feel compelled to provide you with yet another instance of ‘RetailSynergy’… HillBillyRiveraStyle.
Which, as you can clearly see… is indeed, Alive&Well!
Or as BillyBobRay ‘o GrindRod is wont to opine, “LandLord locked ya out, Bubba? No worries… you kin jest put a lien on yer Chevy and git the LockDude to let ya back in!….”

Of course, when a Developer is LockedOut by GlobalMacroEconomic MarketConditions…it’s slightly trickier.
Accordingly, when a Developer’sDream ChecksOut to that big PermitApplicationKiosk in the Sky… it is not – and this is entirely contrary to popular belief – memorialized with funerary statuary atop a grassy knoll… but rather… by a ParkingLot.
So, DearReaders – welcome to the contemporary ElephantsGraveyard for ProjectsGoneBoom and DreamsGoneBust…
Still, at one quarter a go – I’m sure they’ll eventually recoup the SquareFootage premia imagined in their Numerous, Glossy, LogoEmbossed, UV SpectraCoated Prospectii…
Emphasis on eventually. As measured in GeologicalTime.

It’s a shame, really… ParkingLotsR’Us are the only growth industry in the HIllBillyRiviera these days… Well, apart from ‘PayDay’ Emporiums, TattooParlours & BrokeragesOfThePawns…
Sad&Needless to say, though – even on their ‘busiest’ days… The capacity utilization of these CarrierLandingDeck sized BlackTops remains, more or less, as illustrated…
Even allowing for [and you’ve got to look VeryVery carefully indeed to see it] the MortgageBrokerage’s Forlorn & WheelClamped SpecialEventsVenue – a permanent fixture on this particular lot of late.

Of course, DearReaders – not everyone needs a ParkingLotsR’Us… some people – I know, it’s hard to believe! – actually depend upon TransitusPublicus…
Pity them as they disembark... given that each HBR BusStop reveals such a shockingly similar and gloomy tableau…
But never mind all that!… Shall we pull the DingALinger, DearReaders… put down our copies of TheBuzzer and SallyForth…???
OhMy!… oh my oh my oh my… Do you hear that!? Shade’s ‘O Disney AudioAnimatronica circa ’62

It’s… It’s… WindowTalk™. Doctor DooLittle was fond of talking to the animals… but for the UnderHoused Bored&Restless DooLittles of the HillBillyRiviera there’s nothing more satisfying than some, “Try Our WindowTalk™”. Well, to be completely truthful… it’s a Window that talks to you.
Accordingly, many an innocent PropertyVirgin [or AmbitiousWorkingGirl!] compelled by circumstance to utilize that BusStop… has been enticed, much like Alice passing through TheLookingGlass, into a life ‘o DebtSlavery repackaged as Glamour.
What a bleak ‘present’ we have wrought for ourselves... Imagine, if you will, the Marilyn Monroe of “BusStop” [1956] hopping off her JohnnyGreyhound and landing… amidst the RodeoRealtors™ & UnctuousUrsurers of the HillBillyRiviera’s MidTown Carnival ‘O Cornucopia…
…her tattered cardboard suitcase fiercely clutched against her bosom… her skirts billowing in the ChillAutumnBreezes… a NeonCarousel of orange/scarlet frost-hewn leaves swirling about her feet… as she ponders a ‘FreshStart’.
Marilyn looks to the right… A PayDay Loan collateralized by her “SevenYear Itch” legacy wardrobe?...
She glances to the left… A NewCareer™ KickStarted by Cleavage???!!!...
Yes!!!! RealTress it is, then!…
No more diners and HonkyTonks for our Marilyn! It’s PentHouses & WaterFronts only from here on in… [Cue: CondosAreAGirlsBestFriend… SMASHCUT: CandleInTheWind]
[NoteToEd: And Marilyn thought she was on to the BigTimes... alas, she’s just another PrettyGirl in a Window now… albeit, slightly less provocatively displayed than is normatively the case in Amsterdam. Same business, though. Whatever they tell you.BusStop…]

No PropertyBordellos for Elaine TheArtist, though!… &Bravo!, Elaine. Bravo! [NoSarc Intended/Implied]
Forget about JadedMarilyn’s BusStop.. We’re talking YouthEbullient’s CentenaryTribute to HappyTimes… Or at least to HappierTimes and BetterProspectsAhead…
The WorthyDreams of EfferevescentAdolescent CivicPride…
Just one little glitch though as, ironically, Elaine’s canvas… once the adjoining wall of some lively local enterprise…is, sadly, today…

…just another vacant lot… years on the market… years. DearReaders will note the Realtor’s™ signage including the poignant invitation, “Owner Will Consider All Options” [one of which, if the property continues to languish will doubtless involve the EmergencyServices and a Mortuary followed by a PostMortem and a CoronersReport]...
[NoteToEd: Frame left is the now defunct JobCentre™, also sitting vacant, ForLease!, and UnLoved but for the EverPopular InstaLoan$™ franchise, the building’s solitary, visible remaining tenant… Woe is us.]
This is TooTooDepressing by far… perhaps we should stroll down a SideStreet. GottaBe something Lively there, eh!??? Eh???

RapidPawn & FairRealty?… Hmmm… I propose RapidRealty & FairPawn... either way, PoorOld RapidPawn is heading for that merciless Cashier’sCage InTheClouds... In their own words …
“If you are unable to pick up this month and roll you can pick up next month. We are sorry for any inconvenience. [Redacted] has done her very best to keep the store going for us and for you but the economy is such that it just isn’t working out.
Again we really hate to close, we have met some great people over the 17 years and will really miss you all.”
Ok.. That’s enough. Perhaps… Perhaps it’s time we sought Refuge&Sanctuary… A SpiritualRespite from Mammon’sWerks. ShallWeThen?!….

Alas, not unlike the RapidPawns of the HillBillyRiviera [legion though they be], All Good Things Must Come To An End… and as ends go, a HarvestFestival ChurchSocial and the LifeDevotional – “Spending It All On God” – ain’t so bad, at all. [NoteToEd: A fascinating moral ‘ElevatorPitch’, wouldn’t you agree?]
Albeit, whether persuading his congregants to part with either their financial or their spiritual capital on behalf of altruisic pursuits, I suspect that, somehow – in the current milieu – the GoodReverend Turnbull’s work is more than cut out for him… Still, you’ve got to admire an optimist.

Speaking of EternalOptimists™ and TheAfterLife… I often wonder what Visions ‘O Grandeur Lost dance, like ElusiveChristmasSugarPlums, through the tormented, sleep tossed nights ‘o the Realtors™, Developers™, Speculators™ and other Ambitious SmoothOperators who so frequently seem to dominate these fora…
That would be the CityHall’s of this world… where those who would rather not, “Spend It All on God”… can experience anew that special circle of Hades even Dante would not dare to depict… where access to the MagicApproval of the ubiquitous DevelopmentPermitKiosks is frequently smoothed by ProximalLobbying ‘o ThoseBushyTailed councillors… And Mayors, too – come to think of it!
Albeit, in some ‘burgs, like this one – a Mayor’s ‘ShelfLife’ can frequently be measured in terms of AlternativePoliticalOpportunity…
For, as rumour has it, the HBR’s – to the eternal chagrin of his many municipal ‘sponsors’ – is enthusiastically a ‘Courtin’Christy’… With all his ardour.
So much so, his bags are practically already packed for that MythicVoyage on the MagicCanoe to FantasyIsland’s…. LegislatureLost.
Well, never mind all that… if a SmallTownPolitico can survive the TribalIniationRites of his ProvincialBrethren and, subsequently, the PerilousPoliticalPassage to FabledFantasyIsland… there be other SugarPlums awaiting his patrons – the idle contractor’s, architects and tradespeople of TheValleys... PrisonsR’Us, anyone?…
[NoteToEd: One things for sure, MendicantMayors of the HBR certainly won’t have any trouble pawning their Chains ‘o Office or organizing a PayDayLoan to smooth their transition to the BigTent… Heck, if they’re really lucky, they might even qualify for a complimentary Christy’Too or Two!]
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