Can 15,000 corpses be entertainment?
You bet your sweet ass they can be. When I read the yahoo headline "Earthquakes cause Tsunami, kills thousands all over Asia" I chuckled, but not in a amused way. I chuckled in the same way I did when I saw a building I used as a compass ever since I was allowed to walk the streets of nyc by myself, with a huge gaping hole in it. Then only to collapse a few minutes later, not even realizing it's twin had already perished.
You know, it's that "what the fuck?" chuckle. Then after the inital shock of seeing the bulidings fall, my brain kicked in and I realized there were people in there. Then I thought, wait a moment my (now ex) girlfriend works 5 blocks away, holy fuck!!
If I wasn't from NYC and I didn't know anyone who worked near or burned or jumped to death live on TV that day, the chuckle, that weird chuckle, would of been my lasting impression of the day. It's like when you hear about a earthquake in "west bumble fuck", Iran that kills 50,000 or so. It makes an impression, some kind of impression, but only like a murder scene in a movie, not like the impression you get when your loved ones forget about you or god forbid abuse you in some way.
Reading about 15,000 people dying made me chuckle and had me mesmerized. I almost wanted to thank them for entertaining me for the 2 and a half moments it took me to read the article.
Then I remembered about a drinking buddy of mine. A rich kid NYU student, who when he isn't blindingly drunk and screwing young women and calling me an old fart cause I can't come close to matching his acheivements, actually cares for people who aren't as lucky and white as he is.
He told me he was going to India. When he told me this I initally worried (ever since Indiana Jones when I think of India I think of little Hindu slave children and for some reason I dont think I am far of the mark there except for the fact that their middle class is half the size of the US total population) so I asked him, where in India are you going? He said "everywhere".
Everywhere his family's ambition, guile and skin color can afford to send him to. That might be in some morgue somewhere.
I am drinking tonight to either his memory or (hopefully) him reading this post when he gets back and wanting to kick my ass or (most likely) buying me another shot of Jameson.
Cheers and Peace to you Chris wherever you are, and please be alive you fucker.
To the other 14,999, thanks for the entertainment. To their families, don't despair, I'm sure Hollywood, or maybe even Bollywood, will make a movie about the poor pale face tourists who lost all their property (gasp!) and (oh yeah) died. Maybe they can use you as extras or maybe you can even play little hindu slave children all grown up .
With the rupees you make from that you might be able to buy the water you thought your Gods gave to you for free when all along (or just until "free trade" made this possible) it was owned by humans. Although some of those humans, whose job it is to collect your water tax, might of perished today under the crushing weight of 30 foot waves, I am sure there are now others taking their place to make sure your account is current.
Update on this post 01/12/05:
Not only are the now 150,000 corpses entertainment for us 'mericans (like we didn't need more entertainment), but the major papers (here in NYC anyways) are printing page after page of how our glorious leader and God's chosen country is leading the way to help save these poor unlucky people. I guess the on going coverage of wanton killing of Iraqis is making our collective red blooded 'merican cock to lose it's erection. We need these feel good stories to get hard again. I guess the money being spent (pledged more like it, big difference) for the asian disaster compared to the money we spent in Florida for their hurricane disasters (election year money) or the cost of liberating people from oil, culture and lives in Iraq has not entered the equation yet.
You know, it's that "what the fuck?" chuckle. Then after the inital shock of seeing the bulidings fall, my brain kicked in and I realized there were people in there. Then I thought, wait a moment my (now ex) girlfriend works 5 blocks away, holy fuck!!
If I wasn't from NYC and I didn't know anyone who worked near or burned or jumped to death live on TV that day, the chuckle, that weird chuckle, would of been my lasting impression of the day. It's like when you hear about a earthquake in "west bumble fuck", Iran that kills 50,000 or so. It makes an impression, some kind of impression, but only like a murder scene in a movie, not like the impression you get when your loved ones forget about you or god forbid abuse you in some way.
Reading about 15,000 people dying made me chuckle and had me mesmerized. I almost wanted to thank them for entertaining me for the 2 and a half moments it took me to read the article.
Then I remembered about a drinking buddy of mine. A rich kid NYU student, who when he isn't blindingly drunk and screwing young women and calling me an old fart cause I can't come close to matching his acheivements, actually cares for people who aren't as lucky and white as he is.
He told me he was going to India. When he told me this I initally worried (ever since Indiana Jones when I think of India I think of little Hindu slave children and for some reason I dont think I am far of the mark there except for the fact that their middle class is half the size of the US total population) so I asked him, where in India are you going? He said "everywhere".
Everywhere his family's ambition, guile and skin color can afford to send him to. That might be in some morgue somewhere.
I am drinking tonight to either his memory or (hopefully) him reading this post when he gets back and wanting to kick my ass or (most likely) buying me another shot of Jameson.
Cheers and Peace to you Chris wherever you are, and please be alive you fucker.
To the other 14,999, thanks for the entertainment. To their families, don't despair, I'm sure Hollywood, or maybe even Bollywood, will make a movie about the poor pale face tourists who lost all their property (gasp!) and (oh yeah) died. Maybe they can use you as extras or maybe you can even play little hindu slave children all grown up .
With the rupees you make from that you might be able to buy the water you thought your Gods gave to you for free when all along (or just until "free trade" made this possible) it was owned by humans. Although some of those humans, whose job it is to collect your water tax, might of perished today under the crushing weight of 30 foot waves, I am sure there are now others taking their place to make sure your account is current.
Update on this post 01/12/05:
Not only are the now 150,000 corpses entertainment for us 'mericans (like we didn't need more entertainment), but the major papers (here in NYC anyways) are printing page after page of how our glorious leader and God's chosen country is leading the way to help save these poor unlucky people. I guess the on going coverage of wanton killing of Iraqis is making our collective red blooded 'merican cock to lose it's erection. We need these feel good stories to get hard again. I guess the money being spent (pledged more like it, big difference) for the asian disaster compared to the money we spent in Florida for their hurricane disasters (election year money) or the cost of liberating people from oil, culture and lives in Iraq has not entered the equation yet.
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