Monday, August 30, 2004

Nervous New Yorkers

I've told you all about my wife, the terrorist magnet? She was in the WTC for the bombing in '93, she was on the Long Island Rail Road train with Colin Ferguson when he decided he had to kill everyone, and she had a front row seat for 9/11 (44th Floor of the Merrill Lynch Building of the World Financial Center). If you're down at Ground Zero, it's the building with the dome across the street. Look up to the top floor and wave to her. Anyway, I always write her an email in the afternoons when I get home from work. The folks who went through 9/11 up close are nervous with the Convention in town. From her reply this afternoon:

Hi Baby!

I am trying to stay as calm as possible, but it is not that easy. There are a lot of choppers flying around making a lot of noise. They catch everyone's attention and set the nerves on edge.

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Yeah, President Nitwit, exploit us some more. Fuckwad asshat. (Thanks to Democratic Veteran for the term 'asshat'. It's apt.)

Oh yeah, fuck you too, Mayor Bloomberg, you little troll bastid. Did you have to invite them HERE?

Update: 15:30:

From The Talking Dog:

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One curious person waiting at the cul de sac (around 15 minutes before we could cross the street-- I like to exaggerate, but it was quite a while) asked me "How does business get done with this going on?" This being the virtual shutdown of central midtown traffic-- 7th Avenue and 34th Street, I venture to guess, is easily one of the 10 highest traffic intersections in the City, as Penn Station (and nearby Madison Square Garden) are caddy-cornered with Macy's. I responded, simply, "It doesn't." The other fellow nodded, acknowledging the virtual shutdown of the City. Certainly, anyone here at the office who could get away with not being here... is not here.

The streets were... quieter than usual, except for police, who are... everywhere, and in force. I find it less than funny that, if this is how the City reacts to be visited by a bunch of Americans, how it can possibly dream of having the Olympics. Then again, we probably won't, so no need to worry about that.

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Tell me, why the FUCK couldn't they do this whole fucking thing at the Javits Center? It's on the West Side, out of the way, the protesters could march down the West Side Highway, it would have been SO fucking easy.

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