Judge Red Fake Smile prounounces his judgments.
Tourists from Iowa meeting granny trannies on the streets of Chicago in our free, sponsored trolleys.
Does Auntie Annie know that Granny Tranny has a secret in the panties?
No.
And that's the beauty of the free trolley.
Sure, back in Iowa, you can talk all the republican trash you want about all the abominations unto God that are wandering the streets of the big city but the allure of Urbia is too strong. You bring your family to the places that you simultaneously curse and aspire to experience. You arrive and wonder at the architecture and the feats of humanity, not willing to admit that the humanity that accomplished these feats were probably not people you would have liked.
You would have chase Mies Van Der Rohe off the farm.
You would have punched Frank Lloyd Wright in the back with a bale of hay.
You would have laughed Skidmore, Owings and Merrill out of the town hall meeting.
And of course, you would have scolded the Granny Tranny.
But now you're on the trolley next to Granny and you don't even know that you hate her. But if you knew more, you would. You're telling your young children to be nice to the lady. If you were back home and saw a picture of Granny Tranny, you might think, "I think that's a man." and you would teach your children to spit at them.
But you're on my trolley now. The Judgmental, Welcome-To-Chicago, Don't-Get-An-Attitude-With-Me, Go-Back-To-The-Suburbs-Where-Everything-Is-Perfect, Trolley.
How dare anybody be anything other than respectful to people in a new city that has you as a guest.
It's funny. None of this that is written above ever happened. I don't know where this is coming from. Ooohhh, you know what? Sometimes there are some creepy homeless types that ride and try to talk to little kids and the parents either don't know that this is a homeless person or...and I hope this is the case...they know that the person is homeless and are trying to teach their children to be respectful of all people.
I'd rather think that they were stupid. It's better for blogging.
Does Auntie Annie know that Granny Tranny has a secret in the panties?
No.
And that's the beauty of the free trolley.
Sure, back in Iowa, you can talk all the republican trash you want about all the abominations unto God that are wandering the streets of the big city but the allure of Urbia is too strong. You bring your family to the places that you simultaneously curse and aspire to experience. You arrive and wonder at the architecture and the feats of humanity, not willing to admit that the humanity that accomplished these feats were probably not people you would have liked.
You would have chase Mies Van Der Rohe off the farm.
You would have punched Frank Lloyd Wright in the back with a bale of hay.
You would have laughed Skidmore, Owings and Merrill out of the town hall meeting.
And of course, you would have scolded the Granny Tranny.
But now you're on the trolley next to Granny and you don't even know that you hate her. But if you knew more, you would. You're telling your young children to be nice to the lady. If you were back home and saw a picture of Granny Tranny, you might think, "I think that's a man." and you would teach your children to spit at them.
But you're on my trolley now. The Judgmental, Welcome-To-Chicago, Don't-Get-An-Attitude-With-Me, Go-Back-To-The-Suburbs-Where-Everything-Is-Perfect, Trolley.
How dare anybody be anything other than respectful to people in a new city that has you as a guest.
It's funny. None of this that is written above ever happened. I don't know where this is coming from. Ooohhh, you know what? Sometimes there are some creepy homeless types that ride and try to talk to little kids and the parents either don't know that this is a homeless person or...and I hope this is the case...they know that the person is homeless and are trying to teach their children to be respectful of all people.
I'd rather think that they were stupid. It's better for blogging.
posted by Churchill at 9:27 AM
2 Comments:
People ARE stupid. That's the beauty (and the curse) of Life.
Amen.
I usually phrase it "people are cattle, following the ass in front of them without paying attention nor thinking for themselves", ignorance, bullheadedness, closemindedness, anything that signifies synaptic dearth/death. I say take their tips, smile knowingly with a wink to Granny Tranny should she give you the chance (or ride w/you) and grin yer way to the bank baby!
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