"Bliss" in Blight is thanks in no short order to the mayor himself and his scheming ways. With taxes at their current rate he has been able to stockpile more than 1 million simoleans while using less than 10% to fund city services--he has even scraped money off the transportation funding so that the roads all now have potholes.
Strangely enough, the Mayoral Compound is looking awfully cushy with its flowing fountain, crystalline pool, and private tennis court. Oh, and while the city has no police station to keep the resentful sims in line, he has two new police kiosks stationed at the entrance of his walled palace to keep out the ruffians.
At least some of the surrounding area has witnessed a vague improvement thanks to the beefed up security and the smell of gardenias wafting through the air rather than burnt rubber.
Given the state of things in Blight, it's not surprising that the citizens recently wrote this nasty letter to his highness, the Mayor, in search of a little due compensation in the way of social services: