Spoiled Rotten
New York City?
I was on Boing, Boing earlier reading this post on death. Discover has this page up with 20 facts on death. Most of the info was interesting, but one fact blew my mind. More people commit suicide in New York City than are murdered. And here I thought New York City was the hardest place on the planet. Come to find out that the whole city is made up of a bunch of cowardly little pussies.
At first, I was gonna give those dudes the benefit of the doubt. I mean, two planes were rammed into two of their buildings, and thousands of people died. But, then I started thinking, New York City can’t be any worse than any of the other rat traps on this planet.
I mean, I’m hit over the head with it daily about how great New York City is with it’s entertainment, and theater, and music. I’m told over and over again that New York City is the liveliest city on the planet. And if you make it there, you can make it anywhere. Apparently, a nice number of New Yorkers can’t.
And it definitely can’t be as bad as living in a city in Iraq, or living in the rubble that’s the Gaza Strip. It can’t be as bad as living in a city in Israel, not knowing when some Arabs gonna blow himself up, or launch a missile at you. And it can’t be as bad as living in any AIDS-ridden, starvation-filled place in the Congo.
The truth is, the world is made up of places worser. And those people living there ain’t taking themselves out like New Yorker. No, those foreigners take their rapes, and their mutilations, and their muderin’s like a man. Unlike those beyotches in New York.
Apparently, even with all that the Big Apple has to offer, people would rather slit their wrists than live in that filthy, crack-filled, hellhole another second.
I would have sympathy for them and say “Who can blame them,” but the City won’t let me out of pride.
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