Sunday, September 11, 2005 Why is there a string around my finger?
This morning at the market, people were wearing commemorative t-shirts that said something like "September 11, 2001: ATTACKS ON AMERICA NEVER FORGET". It's hard. I know farmers are meant to be simple folk and all, but, oh, nice old couple selling apples, what the hell people? You just made some asshole the price of two t-shirts richer. Besides, I am way ahead of y'all on patriotism, because for me, September 11, 2005 started with a dramatic reenactment of the Tragic Events at midnight. I think some of the guests who didn't participate may have been a little offended, but I imagine that means they hate freedom.
Remember when 9/11, was like, the worst thing anybody could think of happening to the US? Those were the days, LOL. Remember everybody walking across the Brooklyn Bridge and shit, and nobody even tried to fire guns at them to keep them from getting into non-terrorized neighborhoods?
Remember how, after the tragic events, no one was allowed to say anything bad about the government, because they were going to keep us safe?
God, that "little Eichmanns" dude got in so much shit even a good while later, but prominent political and social figures get to go around saying any old goddamn thing they want. Aren't you better off? Isn't this a lot like camp? God finally cleaned you up. R U SIKED, U l00t3rs?
The funny thing here is, I was in a pretty good mood before I started typing. The weather is nice, and there's so much to see, as they say in Sweden and Detroit. (I found out the other day that in Finland, the idiom for "Go fuck yourself" translates into "Go ski into a cunt." If that's not true, I don't want to hear it.) Market was packed this morning, and that means people were making money at their booths, so that's nice. I even saw somebody talking to the lonely lady with the permanent smile who sells the socialist newspaper each week. It's their mutual funeral, I guess.
Also, some assholes are painting murals on the concrete pilings that hold the overpass up. Now, instead of concrete, we will have to look at poorly executed 1) Cartoonish trees in a field and 2) Oddly proportioned dancing people, which as my housemates and I determined after careful analysis are "Phoning it in stupid mural ideas" one and two. The worst part is, there are so many pilings that I don't think we, the people of the market are going to be able to escape without "White Hand Clasping a Black Hand in Friendship" and/or "Children of Many Lands", unless of course these people are stopped. posted by Frenz | 9/11/2005 11:52:00 AM
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