Thursday, April 25, 2019

Remember Kansas City Troostwood

An exceptional glimpse at this Kansas City old school neighborhood that was helped to define Midtown for many residents. Read more:

Troostwood Block Offered Shade, Bungalows, and Two-Car Garages

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kansas City would have been a great place to live back then. We had very few faggots then and they stayed hidden. The negroes were nice people then. We didn’t have a very good selection of illegal drugs but whiskey was a lot cheaper. There were hot chicks to fuck. Politicians were dishonest but made sure the city got whatever it needed.

Anonymous said...

There were a lot of things to be grateful for back in the day. We didn’t have many Mexicans and Muslims. No women politicians fucking things up.

Anonymous said...

No Byron and no geezer hater. No dipshit millennials or hipsters. No faggots.

Cletus said...

Plenty of affordable housing in this area.

Do dey still gots dem Dollah hoes, er, Dollah houses fo sail, y'all? said...

Oh, affordable, yeah. That's because it's "shady"!

Anonymous said...

Blah blah blah. Bunch of pants-shitters claiming everything was better back when. Hurry up and passs on. You're boring.

Anonymous said...

9:04 you weren't even born yet so as always you're clueless about what you're trash talking. Life was good back then.

Anonymous said...

^^well hurry up and go back there! You're not needed here. Live in the now old man or shuffle off!

Byron Funkhouser said...

There were no good old days which is why you can't Make America Great Again.

However, we can make America great when we start utilizing our entire population instead of just white men.

Anonymous said...

Byron,
You’re really shameful. I have no problem with your being a champion for minorities or hating yourself, but don’t you think it’s rather poor form to bite the hand that feeds you? People who sponge off the government with fraudulent disabilities should be grateful. I challenge you to name anywhere else in the world where you could sit on your duff all day, letting taxpayers support you while you troll an internet blog. It speaks volumes about your character, or rather your lack thereof.