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"Jpg." - Hank Hill
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Why I Am Leaving New York City
New York, I must take my leave of you, you withered old crone, you poisonous cigarette city, you beautiful sex genie.
I am leaving New York City because of all of these goddamned freedoms.
I never saw myself leaving New York. I came here for the cosmopolitan nature, the culture, the food, the police crackdowns, but as time went on I could not handle all the liberties and it became time to go.
It wasn't always like this. I could watch the NYPD beat up a few drug dealers in the street and could delude myself that I was living under a theocracy murdering dissenting journalists. But alas, the crime rate has fallen and the bloom has come off that rose, and I must depart.
When I was a kid growing up in theme park fundamentalist hellhole of Florida, I dreamt of being a girl in New York City. There was a glamour to it, a sense of possibility and neither too little or too much ethnic street violence. And for a while, New York City was like that for me. I had secret trysts and apartments and few to no feelings of representative government.
Last year three open homosexuals moved into my building and weren't even decapitated in the underground parking garage. I brought my concerns to the co-op board and they treated my like I was the crazy one. Well, perhaps I am, in a city gone mad.
The beggars are all adults with all their limbs and I walk past them wearing shorts outside and men with unibrows and polyester shirts do not scream death oaths at me. Whose New York City is this?
I used to be able to walk through Times Square and feel the rush of fantasies of dodging falling skyscraper debris or chemicals burning at 4000 degrees or hearing the screams of the eviscerated stumbling out of a smoldering coffee shop. Now it is all overpriced corporate chain stores. Where's the color?
Sure, the apartment’s rent-controlled, but it's controlled by a woman. She speaks without men present and doubles down on her offense by saying that if I don't like it I can get a majority of tenants on the co-op board to vote her out.
The climate is fit for human habitation and men with assault rifles do not molest me as I spend three hours standing in a cattle mill as I try to get across town to go to work. Last year protestors sat openly in the city and none of them even had their fingernails pulled out, no, not even the Jews. I say again: Whose New York City is this?
I came to New York on a nightmare, and that nightmare has turned into a dream. Goodbye, New York, you whore, you slut, you emancipator, may we never meet again.
New York, I must take my leave of you, you withered old crone, you poisonous cigarette city, you beautiful sex genie.
I am leaving New York City because of all of these goddamned freedoms.
I never saw myself leaving New York. I came here for the cosmopolitan nature, the culture, the food, the police crackdowns, but as time went on I could not handle all the liberties and it became time to go.
It wasn't always like this. I could watch the NYPD beat up a few drug dealers in the street and could delude myself that I was living under a theocracy murdering dissenting journalists. But alas, the crime rate has fallen and the bloom has come off that rose, and I must depart.
When I was a kid growing up in theme park fundamentalist hellhole of Florida, I dreamt of being a girl in New York City. There was a glamour to it, a sense of possibility and neither too little or too much ethnic street violence. And for a while, New York City was like that for me. I had secret trysts and apartments and few to no feelings of representative government.
Last year three open homosexuals moved into my building and weren't even decapitated in the underground parking garage. I brought my concerns to the co-op board and they treated my like I was the crazy one. Well, perhaps I am, in a city gone mad.
The beggars are all adults with all their limbs and I walk past them wearing shorts outside and men with unibrows and polyester shirts do not scream death oaths at me. Whose New York City is this?
I used to be able to walk through Times Square and feel the rush of fantasies of dodging falling skyscraper debris or chemicals burning at 4000 degrees or hearing the screams of the eviscerated stumbling out of a smoldering coffee shop. Now it is all overpriced corporate chain stores. Where's the color?
Sure, the apartment’s rent-controlled, but it's controlled by a woman. She speaks without men present and doubles down on her offense by saying that if I don't like it I can get a majority of tenants on the co-op board to vote her out.
The climate is fit for human habitation and men with assault rifles do not molest me as I spend three hours standing in a cattle mill as I try to get across town to go to work. Last year protestors sat openly in the city and none of them even had their fingernails pulled out, no, not even the Jews. I say again: Whose New York City is this?
I came to New York on a nightmare, and that nightmare has turned into a dream. Goodbye, New York, you whore, you slut, you emancipator, may we never meet again.
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le_nelson_mandela_face
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"Jpg." - Hank Hill
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yw
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Lykourgos
Lykourgos
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she's kind of right about the journo part. rein them in, already
animedad
animedad
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weird + bad