Just came back from the city. Went to see the new exhibition on dresses at the National Museum of the American Indian.
We parked in newark at my company an left from Penn Station to WTC in NYC.
The place is such a mess that you have to walk twice as far to get anywhere around there still....SOMEONE (Cruz) is milking the contract.
The museum was great, saw Emil Her Many Horses and BSed a while.
On the way back to WTC, I started getting pissed at the people selling WTC stuff and even more at eh people taking photos of the "attraction". Im in SO MANY photos because I just kept walking in front of these photographers.
So my gripe is....why is WTC such an attraction? I couldnt even bare to look towards that hole in the ground. I felt so uneasy the whole time I was around it. Thousands of people were killed there and all these assholes are taking photos with their kids.
Now I have been to Wounded Knee a bunch of years ago AND i took photos. After I did that, I felt really ****ty because I was trying to get that "good shot" of a massacre site.
Maybe all these assholes in NYC will feel as ****ty as I do in a few years after they start looking at those photos and thinking about what really happened there.
I even yelled at one guy and his 2 kids because theye were blocking the stairway, along with abotu 10 other people. I didnt stop or slow down, I just barrelled thru while saying rather loudly "Its a fu**ing stairway!" My wife even strong armed her way thru. I seriously wanted to say something to his kids. Something like, "make sure you get a good shot because you might be able to see someones bones still".
Im so ****ing sick right now. Im remembering the smell of the cloud of smoke that drifted thru NJ the next day. Burnt cement, steel, paper, plastic and people. And I was 10 miles away. Multiply that by 100 for the people actually THERE. ****, multiply my hatred by 100 also. If I was there that day, survived, and was walking thru that crowd, there would be some hurting people in my tracks.
Maybe they will get to smell that one day.
****ing arsholes. Worse than the terrorists in my book.
We parked in newark at my company an left from Penn Station to WTC in NYC.
The place is such a mess that you have to walk twice as far to get anywhere around there still....SOMEONE (Cruz) is milking the contract.
The museum was great, saw Emil Her Many Horses and BSed a while.
On the way back to WTC, I started getting pissed at the people selling WTC stuff and even more at eh people taking photos of the "attraction". Im in SO MANY photos because I just kept walking in front of these photographers.
So my gripe is....why is WTC such an attraction? I couldnt even bare to look towards that hole in the ground. I felt so uneasy the whole time I was around it. Thousands of people were killed there and all these assholes are taking photos with their kids.
Now I have been to Wounded Knee a bunch of years ago AND i took photos. After I did that, I felt really ****ty because I was trying to get that "good shot" of a massacre site.
Maybe all these assholes in NYC will feel as ****ty as I do in a few years after they start looking at those photos and thinking about what really happened there.
I even yelled at one guy and his 2 kids because theye were blocking the stairway, along with abotu 10 other people. I didnt stop or slow down, I just barrelled thru while saying rather loudly "Its a fu**ing stairway!" My wife even strong armed her way thru. I seriously wanted to say something to his kids. Something like, "make sure you get a good shot because you might be able to see someones bones still".
Im so ****ing sick right now. Im remembering the smell of the cloud of smoke that drifted thru NJ the next day. Burnt cement, steel, paper, plastic and people. And I was 10 miles away. Multiply that by 100 for the people actually THERE. ****, multiply my hatred by 100 also. If I was there that day, survived, and was walking thru that crowd, there would be some hurting people in my tracks.
Maybe they will get to smell that one day.
****ing arsholes. Worse than the terrorists in my book.
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