maybe it’s my slightly pampered, probably ephemeral lifestyle at the moment. maybe its the fact that no matter how incredibly boring this town that i am in right now is, compared to the burnt husk that is new york right now, i can still hop in my vehicle, really my mother’s vehicle, and be satisfied with the palm trees and fresh humid air, and the not too horrible unless your going to be somewhere far from a beach for an extended amount of time, glorious warmth. to be honest, i think that january 6th twenty, twenty one was the date. the manifestation to the populous that if they went about it the right way in their anarchism that they could throw that stone, hide their hands, and make it to the exit of whatever store that they were vandalizing and robbing. none of these gen z’ers appreciates that by having things loose in the store for you to examine and decide whether you want to purchase them or not that the stores that you shop in are extending you a courtesy, an unspoken pact if you will. that respect of not being treated like an animal.
so to make a long story short, i don’t like the direction that these smash and grab thefts are forcing the hands of the bougeosie in. i mean, being a involuntary marxist myself, and even worse, living in that city when it was more liveable and not like i said, a destroyed hellish husk, with archetecture on display as a futile attempt to show their strength, being able to withstand any peril that seeks them. however, think about this, i’m not saying that the united states had anything to do with arguably the most memorable act of terrorism in history, not just recent history… not saying that the government had anything to do with it as conspirators because these infidels also flew a plane into the pentagon… but despite the horrors of that day. despite the fact that exponentially more people were killed by that murderous microbe that we refer to as coronavirus… that situation could have been way worse…
you see, if my basic knowledge of the twin towers and their construction is correct, because despite their postering, Aghanistan doesn’t want to get nuked, straight up, it actually was a repeat attempt, the first time they went at the foundation of one of the towers with a few vans packed with explosives… trust me, they chose their target very carefully and as far as anomaly 93 is concerned, pretty much the entire militarized world probably got together to deny these idiots their 70 virgins, could you see someone flying a plane full of jet fuel into the kremlin? so i digress, if what i know about the twin towers and their relatively new construction is the truth, in the event that the infrastructure of the towers was critically damaged, and on september 11th it was, they were supposed to implode, falling straight downward to reduce the collateral damage from that horror story of a scenario… again i digress, if i know anything about the chrysler building, and rockefeller center and pretty much every other element of that still beautiful skyline, because it is that still… given the era that they were designed in… they do not. think about that for a minute.
think about the fact that if you jump the turnstiles you will be charged with a misdemeanor, but despite the abuse that so many mentally ill, horrible situations of life, living their worst life individuals are trapped in, in that city performing that imagined cakewalk because we will swear that, if nothing else, we have style… whether it be housing projects, or broken down, r buildings, living paycheck to paycheck in a constant state of hysteria, which i know a little about. pretty much nobody has purchased a fully automatic weapon and cleaned out a couple of subway cars pressing the need for metal detectors in every train station in the city, regardless of the cost. ponder also, that no matter what side of the aisle your on, no matter which way your interests swing, whether bleeding heart democrat or pseudo tea party GOP… that’s a passed bill, the week it happens.
your from new york, you can make it there you can make it anywhere, whatever… all i’m saying is, the emperor has no clothes, and still waters run deep.
sanity is a divine gift,
dream… sleep
