Oh, the joys of the "economic downturn." Everywhere around my office in midtown Manhattan, businesses are closing, leaving empty shells of once-thriving concerns, boarded-up or painted-over windows, and zones where hobos can feel free to sleep, defecate, shoot up, or whatever it is that hobos do in their spare time.
Now, My coworker Lil Chrissy and I - we walk the stretch of road on 54th street between Broadway and 8th Avenue at least once a day. Where once was a marginally acceptable deli and luncheon counter is now a hobocamp. The windows, once shattered glass revealing the gutted remains of this store, are now obscured with wood and whitewash.
Generally, I'd find a site like this to be depressing - a reminder that our soon-to-be-EX-Simian-in-Chief has driven our (and the world's) economy into the toilet. There is one panel on this walk of shame, however, that caught my attention, and brightens my outlook each time I see it:
Rat poison, pussy and our dear flag, together for the first time. Does that say "America," or what?
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at least my rent didn't go up this year! (there is in fact a vacant apartment on my trendy Chelsea street that has been empty 1 month, maybe 2)
It all makes perfect sense.
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