One of George Washington’s homes. I walk past it every day, sometimes multiple times a day, and I always think about him like he’s in there in some form. I often wonder how he must feel that his neighborhood has been turned into a Dominican shithole for many years. I imagine him saying “Is this America or are we in the savage world?” I say to him “My dear George, we’re in a Dominican hellhole. The country is under occupation by stealth, and we’re waiting for our great military to remove all the invaders.” I imagine George saying “To whom much is given, much is expected.” I couldn’t agree more General Washington.















