absztyfikant
24.11.06, 18:45
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Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the
panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the
squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs,
curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking
training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests
and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers,
jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their
pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic.
Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in
Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little
glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'.
Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim,
strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their
dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street
brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko
wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people
blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and
Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst
fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-
cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst
Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St.
Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger,
baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side
wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes.
Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny.
You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never
pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every
lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on
the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the
fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their
41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck
the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the
church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it,
fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the
hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin'
Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-
dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent
thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-
two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel
jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at
my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she
stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father
with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas,
selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city
and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park
Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the
tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-
levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage,
let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this
whole rat-infested place.
