It's not as though there hasn't been much to point out, in the news, or on the street. The smokers, standing out in front of every building at lunch, and every bar after work at like walking past people in bathroom stalls, their odors blending, each with their own brand of noxious air to share. It's hinky when summer has us looking forward to more smoke when we walk from work.
The hinky friend from the left coast has been pointing out much of what's hinky with the war since 9/11. She writes like that wave in the perfect storm, with facts, detailing the way the edges don't line up. She appears to be one of the the hardest working people upstairs that I know. I respond as a fatalist like she is my sister and we are a family of gypsies in Barcelona 200 years ago observing the open sewage and who and how it could be fixed. Things happen to us, not the other way around. There is a lot of this kind of bullshit going around now... things happen, or people waiting for things to happen to them. Fatalism. Maybe there are too many people surrounding one another for that hero to step up, climb down and pull the baby out of the well. Maybe Reagan was that hero, but who could tell?
The guy, the half a banker con man in Iraq is getting the push. We think it makes him look good to the natives. Maybe he wins the popular vote, which would be against the US. Hinky? Maybe, but will it work? The whole place needs rehab, and companies such as Dyncorp are paying fellers 2,000 per day to guard Iraq. Now that is fucking hinky. There you are, an Army/Navy/AF/Marine, liberating Iraq, thinking about your broke wife and kids back in Bammasippi, and there is a guy making 2k per day to do what you do. That is the hinkiest shit there is in that dessert. The rest is foregone, like beating your kids. It's over.
The mayor gets it 60% right, banning the many faces of noise in nyc. But includes Mr. Softee's horn, while leaving the Harley Davison to set off all the car alarms they roar by at 3am at 150 Dbs. Firetrucks, 140 Dbs... no problem. Bloomey is getting a 50% approval rating after addressing noise. Good for us; but come on... the motorcycles have to go! I don't care what they say, or the manufacturer. Make a hinky part to sell them for City use-- end of story. If Koch can require special paper from Israel for reciepts from the meters in Cabs, bloomy should be able to get Harley to lighten up for frazzeled New Yorkers, including Hinkyhere.
Were tired, the Johnny Walker having kicked in, and kicked us down enough for sleep.
Hinky 10:33 PM
