"If it's provable we can kill it."
Or, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Published on July 1, 2006 By EmperorofIceCream In Misc
Idiots, imbeciles and rampant incompetents....

Having been able to pass through security here without showing any kind of ID whatsoever; without having to declare my name, my business or even the location within the Building where I'm attending school, I arrive here today (Saturday) to discover that because it's the frigging weekend everything has changed. NOW state picture ID is required at every turn, every guy in a black jacket is chief of homeland security, and I spent 10 minutes having my bag passed back and forth through their stupid xray machine to see if my books are really books and not some variety of a shoe-bomb in disguise. GRRRRRRR@THEM.

I could understand it if they ramped up security because of the forthcoming holiday (though really, considering 9/11 and its implications for tall buildings that are icons of America - I hadn't heard of the World Trade Center before 9/11 but who hasn't heard of the Empire State Building? - security here ought to be at least this stringent all of the time) but that isn't the case: it's because it's the weekend, not the weekend before 4th of July....

How dumb is that?

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Oh, and I met my 2nd real Nooooo Yawwwwwwwwker today. In the McDonald's on Fifth Avenue, directly opposite the Building. A diminutive black kid of eighteen or nineteen, whose exceptionally loud and exceptionally foul mouth was equalled in size and unpleasantness only by his villainous attitude - directed towards two hapless counter-clerks who'd done nothing but serve him what he'd asked for, and then help this jabbering ape with the highly technical task of swiping his McD's charge card. Being unable to determine what 'balance' meant on the receipt he had to have it explained to him - at which point he erupted into an effusion of such filthy language at the cost of what he'd bought that I found myself quite taken aback.

The clerks, however, being themselves natives of this disgusting agglomeration of filth, sweat, stench, noise and confusion, took it in stride and gave this grimacing monkey its quietus by calling a donut-eating cop over and making a complaint - looking on in smiling satisfaction as he was dragged away for 'threatening an officer' - by raising his fist and shaking it under the cop's nose while calling him a 'honky child-molestin motherfucker'.

A charming young monkey - one of the best yet.

I met my first real Noooo Yawwwwwwker yesterday morning, crossing Fifth Avenue back to the Building to start class. Being a non-native (and English to boot) I'm still in the habit of saying 'Good morning' to complete strangers. Which I did while, as I say, crossing the street. The greeting I received in return? 'FUCK off.'

What a foul place this is, and occupied by foul people. When Jesus comes back in his spaceship, perhaps he'll have sense enough to beam up the Building (sans occupants) and then nuke the rest of this immense cess-pit along with everything that crawls through it - 'human' or otherwise.

I have decided I do not like New York - even Richmond is starting to look good by comparison: that's how much I don't like New York. I return tomorrow, thankfully, and will blog about my adventures then and subsequently - such as they've been.

Comments
on Jul 01, 2006
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on Jul 01, 2006

Sorry NY isn't treating you better.

The rudest people I met were NYC cops...totally jerks...or at least the ones I encountered.  Ask one for directions and watch how fast he gets offended. hahahahahahahah.  I guess they hate that.

I liked NY, but then I wasn't trying to actually DO things while there....just going with the flow and shopping.....have a safe trip home.

on Jul 02, 2006
Yep, sounds like the New York I know and despise.
on Jul 04, 2006
I'm home...

Actually, the politest people I met there were the cops. On two separate occasions I had to ask for directions, from two different cops, and both were polite, respectful and helpful.

I'm about to write my blog for the New York trip, but I'll say here (and there) again that I didn't go to do the New York thing. I went there to go to school, which I did for nine hours a day - the tenth being taken up by breaks (that's two ten minute breaks and forty minutes for lunch). The rest of the time was spent fighting my through the subway, either to Herald Square or back to Queensboro Plaza and the hotel.

So if anybody is expecting some kind of pervalicious report of horrible doings they're going to be dreadfully disappointed. I was as good as gold, all the time I was there. The wickedest thing I did was to order in a fifth of Jack Daniels and drink nine tenths of it the same night. If any of you were holding your breath waiting for a report from the seamy underbelly of New York - you can let it out now. There's nothing to report because I did exactly what I said I was going to do - study - with the exception that I did NOT make my last night there some kind of Grand Tour of sin and iniquity. I'd very much have liked to - but I was just too tired.

Having said all that... I had an absolutely wonderful time. I think I'm the kind of person who will hate and detest every minute he spends in New York - and miss it terribly when he's not there. I'm not a well travelled man. I don't have wide experience of other people and other places - but I can feel in my bones that New York has something nowhere else in the world has. And it's addictive.

I saw only the teeniest, tiniest slice of both Long Island City and Manhattan - and hated on both places every minute I was in them - but give me a week to recover and offer me the chance to go back and I'll bite your hand off to accept it.

There's something there. I can't tell you what it is, can't begin to describe it even to myself, but it's definitely there and once you've experienced it you can't help (at least, I can't help) but want more. Whether that's in despite of, or because of, the fact that I hated the place from the moment I landed at La Guardia I can't say.

My time in New York exhausted me in a way that no other week in any other place ever has. I saw and felt and thought about some things, while I was there, that are perhaps worth writing about. So that's what I'm going to do - write about them.
on Jul 04, 2006
awwwwwww wassa matta, big ol city scawed da nice lil english fella? heh heh heh.... you called a black fella a monkey.. lemmee see how you get treated over this one. heh heh heh

onna real side glad your home safe and sound.
on Jul 05, 2006
Looking forward to reading about your trip.