I can offer one possible explanation:

I assume it’s a line of journalists taking turns to ask questions?

Street art is some of the best art. The vast bulk of graffiti is not art even in a generous definition.

I just bagged up 20 shopping bags of books that I’m dropping off at my local used bookseller. Some will end up on his shelves. Some will end up donated to the library.

Or as we say in my house: pressing Q on a dirt block.

Thought this was cool and showed this to my son and he says, “I want to poop in there.”

Rude. I love my Minecraft bathroom

Graffiti is some of the best art. 

It’s taken me a long time to realise the slideshows are opinions  without any supporting evidence.

Some of this I agree on, I guess. The lack of books? Eyeroll. Overly themed rooms? Do they have kids? Extension cords... blah blah. People this judgey are welcome to not step foot in my home.

I agree completely.  The gold plating on those guns is extremely tacky.  Everybody knows an AR-15 should be matte black, or perhaps finished in a light desert camo.  

When people hang up signs in their home that read “This is a home of love” or “Live, Pray, Laugh, Live, Laugh, Love, Pray, Laugh, Live, Eat” who are they talking to?

They haven’t been made in almost twenty years. Do we even know for sure if they were working Game Boy Colors? For all we know, he could have picked up dead ones for cheap.

“Buy”, right.  This is Detroit, push one from around the corner.

“The guy in the truck deserves to get strung up by the truck nuts.”

For speed bumps, yes. Speed humps however are less annoying for drivers obeying the speed limit, but they’d straight up yeet that truck. 

that’s generally the story. “It takes a death for safety to be considered.”

People speed because the road is wide open with few parked cars or other sight blockers.

Lack of housing density isn't an excuse to not to have speedbumps, it's the reason people speed and therefore why speedbumps might be necessary. 

Every time I see speed bumps, I wonder what happened that lead to them being there. My parents had a small retail shop at a small mall. After the mall closed, people would gather in the parking lot and race. This went on for years.