Let us not credit ourselves, or thank the fates that we managed to pull through this one, for the most part, unscathed - no, we should be focusing on the fact that this whole debacle has demonstrated a certain ‘lack’ within the contemporary human spirit. There are several ways to taxonimize this ‘lack,’ but I guess it’s just easier to describe it by way of pointing out it’s principal characteristics. The first and most disturbing of these is a fundamental boredom. This boredom, to be euphemistic in calling it that, is best evinced by how many people were buying into every piece of hurricane hype thrown at them. Whether this was accomplished by taping their windows, despite being more or less landlocked, or even constant sardonic reminders of the preposterousness of the situation by way of cheeky facebook statuses and the like, the point remains that many, many individuals let this storm take over their lives. It stands to reason that the fact that this happened is the result of some degree of wishful thinking - these individuals hoped to WILL irene into a monumental force by channeling their otherwise wavering energies into it. People, generally, have nothing going on - how else to explain any manner of proliferation of mind altering substance? I’m not absolving myself of this, I mean, I’m just saying, we drink, we smoke, we trip, we roll, etc.. because we don’t want to be where we actually are, doing what we’re normally doing. And that’s what a hurricane and an earthquake offered new yorkers.. A total immersion in a ubiquitous binge, and a sanctioned one, at that. One does not have to read too deeply into the myriad of facebook statuses since the ‘storm’ has abated to find a hint, if not more than that, of disappointment. Watch any news broadcast, specifically, the weather channel broadcast with the streakers, and anyone can gather a sort of grim determination to legitimize the ‘threat’ by means of discrediting those who weren’t taking it seriously… Whatever the personal effects of this hurricane were on you and your family.. To be truly horrified, one merely has to step back and assess how decadent and deplorable we’ve become as a civilization, and that will not prove a difficult task, because ‘fans’ and ‘supporters’ of a prolonged extraordinary disaster were and are everywhere.
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As the Irene hoopla mercifully dies down..
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In a move paralleling the decision to pave the Coney Island Boardwalk, city officials have approved a plan re-open the Harlem High Bridge pathway… but with an 8 foot tall fence surrounding the bridge. First of all, why bother opening it then? I mean, it’s supposedly a beautiful and serene view from up there, I wouldn’t know, it’s been closed since the 70’s, but it certainly WOULDN’T be if it was entirely fenced in. Nothing says “serenity” like looking out from a gate, after all.
Secondly, and more to the point, the rationale is completely retarded. It’s all about “safety,” preventing people from accidentally falling over the fence they already have and/or suicide attempt-ers.
Let’s break this down - how does one accidentally fall off a bridge? A strong wind? A banana peel? It doesn’t really happen unless the person involved is an imbecile. And if that’s the case, then why are we ruining the bridge for the sake of imbeciles? We’re essentially cultivating imbecility - it’s OK to be stupid, we’ll put a fence up so you morons can’t kill yourselves. How bout we don’t do that, and cultivate some responsibility?
Suicides? Well, if they can’t do it there… couldn’t they just do it somewhere else? Like on any particular street. Or any rooftop. Or any ceiling fan. Or bathtub. “Oh they fenced that one bridge in? Guess I’ll get my shit together…” - That’s not gonna happen.
Murder - now here’s a compelling one, right? Surely more people will throw others from the bridge if they can do so with ease. Again, if someone wants to kill you - they’re gonna do it. Murder, to my understanding, which is pedestrian don’t get me wrong, doesn’t really boil down to “enh… might as well, I got this bridge here, after all.” If a murderer can’t throw you off a bridge, and really, who are we talking about here, Nino Brown(?), he can still stab you in the heart.
If the city wants to drop millions of dollars renovating the bridge - that’s awesome - they can start with the fact that the entire park area surrounding the bridge is littered with hypodermic needles dating back 30 years now. Fucking bureaucrats.
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Yeah. yeah, you LOVE New York
Being from New York City, perhaps I’m a little insulated from all the hype. This living is really all I know, so I don’t get all lovey-dovey about the bright lights and tall buildings. But I guess I could see why someone from like Branson would feel that way. What I don’t get, is why those hypothetical Bransonites feel like their sentiments about New York are unique in any way. People write and talk about this place like no one else has ever been there, like they’re chronicling Martian society. It’s like wanking about how you like Kim Kardashian cause you think she has a nice ass. Reallllll original, bro. Your grandiose romanticizations of New York are the same as everyone elses’, so go to hell, wankers.
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If you see an empty subway car..
Empirical evidence suggests that somewhere on said car is an individual who smells like they’ve been shitting in their pants for the last twelve years of their lives. Now, obviously this only applies to train cars that would otherwise be crowded. You see an empty train car, I’m saying, at 9am, and you shouldn’t bother trying to get on that car, unless you like vomiting profusely/want to add to the stench.
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So King Mike Bloomberg and his cronies have decreed that the Coney Island Boardwalk is to be paved with cement.
Apparently that jackass and his court of equal-jackass yes-men don’t understand that it’s not a BOARDwalk without the god-damned boards. Pretty critical, I’d say. Is nothing sacred in this city anymore? Are they going to start putting up advertisements on the side of the Empire State Building? Jesus Christ.
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This fuckin’ guy.
This dude is some manner of attorney who works in, as you can see, New York City. Why does he think the people of New York want some douche in a cowboy hat to be representing them in a court of law? I can’t even watch the Mets lose without dealing with Binder and Binder.
