To anyone who actually lived through the 9/11 attacks like myself who was in Manhattan and ended up walking home to Brooklyn seeing people covered in white dust as I made my way downtown towards the bridges. Or even worse – if you were in the Towers or in the immediate area when it happened. Or even worse, lost a loved one or friend because of it – then this fucking picture should make you sick and want to run through Hipsterland ripping the hearts out of every staycationing zero-talent adult toddler that is treating Brooklyn as an extension of their liberal arts college campus.
This picture which wasn’t released until 2006 was taken the day of the attacks probably around early afternoon judging by the short shadows of the creative types and their zero-carbon footprint bicycle - placing the sun directly above their filthy heads. Yep, just look at them, sitting around doing nothing amidst the chaos happening right across the river. Probably discussing the plot of their next indie film shot with equipment bought by their parents. Or maybe trying to figure out where they’ll have locally crafted brunch to cure their Tuesday afternoon hangovers. They could be talking about how there are annoying Hispanic and Polish people on the block they just moved to. Maybe they are planning an adult urban pillow fight to raise awareness of the unfair wages coffee bean pickers in Africa are getting. Possibly pooling their monthly gentrification allowance together to open a “pop-up” vinyl record and specialty cheese shop in a working class “nabe”.
My friends, fellow New Yorkers and hipster haters abroad…..the adult, jobless, gentrifying hipster pieces of shit you see in this photo are pretty much the first generation of useless fucks to invade our great borough. These are the foretoddlers of gentrified Brooklyn. They arrived late 90′s and began paying $1,200 – $2000 dollars a month for $600 apartments. These are the culprits. Of course they are long gone now – back in Cul-de-Sac County, Kalamazoo having been replaced by tens of thousands of other artists, urban mixologists, artisanal craftsmen, writers, bloggers, sculptors, flea market associates, bike lane advocates, dwellers of unsightly and unnecessary condo’s, fingerpainters, pioneering urban explorers, latte foam happy face makers, and so on.
This picture truly explains the hipster epidemic. Here is the article I got the picture from that somebody sent me. I don’t give a fuck what the article or some of the commentors say – I think I got the story straighter than anyone.
They should turn this photo into a wanted poster.
And no is photographing the events with a vintage twin lens reflex camera?
Well, now I’m pissed off. Time to hunt hipsters.
It’s always hipster hunting season. Just keep a copy of this photo in your wallet and the cops won’t charge you. Justifiable homicide.
This is, like, a tragedy of awesome proportions, Hummus.
Yah……PlanEat Thailand might not open until like 10 A.M. But, I bet we’ll be able to get sidewalk seating at Bogata now!
You always know how to cheer us up, Zoe.
The sickest thing is, this is very likely a pretty damn accurate portrayal of what those staycationing flyover pioneers were talking about. Everthing about that photo just reeks of the narcissistic self obsession this dirty band of Ohio’s finest is full of when they set foot in our once great city.
I was lucky enough not to be in Manhattan on 9/11/01; myself and my coworkers first heard about a ‘plane of some sort crashing into one of the towers’ on 1010 Wins, which we had running in the office. After they said a 2nd plane hit, we put on Channel 2, and watched in disbelief and horror. We eventually went up to the roof of our office building in Brooklyn to look at the smoke billowing out of the towers. We all decided to go back inside and got back in just a minute or two before the first tower collapsed. None of us who were born and grew up in NY have ever been the same. The fact that these fucking hipster assholes use that day as a conversation piece, and are sitting around like the towers burning are merely a useful urban backdrop for their real life Urban Outfitters commercial just makes me fucking sick.
Sorry, but I don’t know a single real New Yorker that pulled up a chair while their friends lounged around looking relaxed and less than bothered. I would bet my life savings that there isn’t a New Yorker in that whole disgusting gentrifying bunch.
The only things not shocking about it are that a bunch of hipsters would be free to hang out on a Tuesday, and that none seem concerned in the least about the possibility of a friend, relative, or neighbor being somewhere downtown during working hours.
Yah- like I rilly rilly hope they put like lofts and flea markets and a Mast brothers outlet where those buildings where.
Like most normal folk, on 9/11 i was frantically trying to contact my sister who worked in Midtown and my parents who went to visit her.
We know who the real NY-ers were. The ones helping out.
I remember seeing some news footage the day after. Some douche on a bike was trying to get to his loft and was not allowed because well – the street was blocked off (this was real close to ground zero) and the cop was about ten seconds away from throwing this clown the mother of all beatings.
The officer – showing remarkable restraint – kept telling him that no one was allowed in the area it was dangerous and they were still assessing damage and looking for people.
What did the asshat say?
YOU’RE VIOLATING MY RIGHTS!! CAN’T I GET TO MY APARTMENT?!? I NEED TO GET MY CAMERA NOW!!!! THIS IS BULLSH**T!!
So you’re saying that when the cops told me that I COULD NOT run into the city over the Brooklyn Bridgeat to get my mom and grandparents and coworkers, all of whom were in Manhattan at the time, I stopped being a “real NYer”.
Go fuck yourself douchenozzle.
No, that’s not what he said. At all.
Reading comprehension FAIL
So, let me recap: No one said anything about not being a NYer because you couldn’t go get family in NYC on 9/11. He was complaining that some flyover douche bag screamed at a cop because he couldn’t go get his camera in a dangerous area.
There’s a bit of a difference between wanting to get to family and friends, and kazoo whining about getting your fucking camera to a cop at the scene that has been dealing with searching for and dragging out countless dead bodies, many whom he knows personally.
That whiny hipster is lucky that the cop didn’t twist his head off on the spot. And we are all equally unlucky that the cop didn’t twist his head off on the spot.
Stevie, you would be more concerned about your boyfriend’s buttplug than saving anyone’s life. Though if your father’s penis-pill factory was at stake that might be different as your check would be cut off. Pity you don’t try using them pills sometime. They might get you to puberty before you hit 35.
FUCK that asshole douchebag, he should be deported from the planet !!!!
If a cop told me to stay out of an area I would stay out becuase there obviously was good reason.
Cops only do what their told.
Would love to see some hipster defending fuck post links to pictures and videos in this thread showing New Yorkers and New Jersians also at their respective shores watching the chaos – and trying to compare the two.
Aw shut the fuck up!!!! Defend my cock in your mouth, internet hard rock.
Hi Hummus
Stevie, your cock is too small to defend. Plus, the only one had it in his mouth is your bunny.
1) My name is Dallas, not “Stevie”
2) I live at 1010 Woodycrest Avenue in the BX. Fuck you Brooklyn faggots ANYWAY. I moved outta hell instead of whining some keyboard courage bullshit about it.
3) Come and tell me about my cock, internet hardrock. You probably a 15 year old in fuckin Melville LI anyway. Nigga please.
“Nigga Please!”
Or, should I say Stevie,
I think you overdosed on that Estrogen again. Silly boy. Now sit down and watch Blanche and Antoine before you do anything stupid.
“Stevie”. “Dallas”.
http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0×0/0×0/0/12526488106062503091.jpeg___1_500_1_500_cb94de6a_.png
Dalls…isn’t that what John Homes used to call his fluffer?
Let’s try that again:
DALLAS…Wasn’t that John Holme’s pet name for his fluffer?
I think John Holmes and Stevie are at opposite ends of the spectrum in that department. Maybe Stevie is making up for something.
On a side note, on my last job, the other IT guy at the client company I was dealing with was named (you guessed it) John Holmes. I kid you not. It took me 2 days before I could call him without cracking up. And, as I was in mixed company, I couldn’t say out loud why I found his name so funny.
Two days? He should have changed his name to something appropriate and respectable.
Like Johnny Wadd.
LMAO! I don’t even have to watch the video. the hat pretty much sums it up.
A great show!
Through the magic of the totally awesome Dub-Dub-Dub:
I think your real name is Dave. D(ave) C(arvajal) BX(NY). Nice nabe you hole up in, you cocksucker-lipped rodent sodomizer. Speaking of which, you block seems to be a popular destination for sex offenders like Eddie Rivera, your neighbor from across the street. As a matter of fact, the cops from the 33rd Pct. and Bronx Task Force have unanimously voted your address as the recreational resort most favored by off duty transvestite street hookers working The Grand Concourse. Wassup wi’dat crib, yo? There be so many muthafuckas shackin’, it be lookin’ like a Section 8 roach motel.
“Dallas”. Yah, like right.
I was at unemployed and at home in Queens on 9/11, but I was definitely not sitting around like it was any other day at the park. The whole day I was frantically trying to get in touch with friends and family that worked or went to school in the City, and it wasn’t until the next day, when everyone was accounted for, that I even started to breathe regularly. I was fortunate to not have lost anyone close to me (and glad AON never contacted me after I sent them my resume), but this picture is really obnoxious. Is everything a game to these people? I’m gonna stop now before I say something horrible.
Funny that you mentioned AON Re. My wife actually passed the stupid clerical test for the Executive Secretary position she applied for on Thursday, September 6th. They called her on the 10th to tell her she would be able to start anytime after the 11th, so she can give her employer at the time proper notice.
I know someone whose daughter actually worked there, but took off because he daughter was sick. Glad there were a lot of near-misses, but I’m pretty sure your wife wasn’t having her own Corona commercial viewing of the smoke, no matter how relieved you guys were.
You’re not looking at this correctly. The people in this picture had no one to contact because none of them knows anyone who works in Manhattan. Hell, none of them knows anyone with a job. Their entire circle of friends is in that picture. Everyone else they know is back in Pennmichisota, so they’re all set.
Given that they have no one to account for and time to kill, the next thing to cross their brains (and really, this is constant) is “what is the most ironic/attention-attracting thing I could be doing right now?” Answer: chill out while the world burns in the background.
Let’s just be thankful there wasn’t youtube and Flip cameras back then, lest it be inundated with clips of hipsters filming themselves proclaiming their amazement that the planes narrowly missed McCarren Park and their Near Death Experience.
They all taunt the cops with their flip cameras and think they are pioneers documenting police brutality when in reality they deserve to get their asses handed to them.
Those assholes should get their heads bashed in.
Show some respect.
Show some reverence.
Show some dignity.
Those ass hats deserve anal rape.
Lets see them dance around in the DC lock-up.
I am really confused as to what is going on in this video, i wish there was more footage.
Hipsters never film the shit that got them into the situation, only the resulting ass kicking they receive.
There are guidelines of proper behavior that the National Parks Service requires visitors to follow. This means not acting in a respectful manner nor engaging in activities which draw attention away from the monument/memorial.
Just in case anyone thinks that it’s a violation of free speech etc., A federal judge threw out a suit filed by some half-assed group of cankled Meghans and Fallyghwyds. Seems that these sustainable scabies cultivators wanted to perform some sideline stupid dance at a ceremony at the Jefferson Memorial. The judge ruled that theier right to perform wasn’t infringed; the NPS enforces these regulations in all sites that they maintain; these skanks were planning to perform their dance with the express intenton of drawing atention to themselves and away from the ceremony.
Yeah, really. Free speech would permit an asshole to yell all he/she wants in a public library and not be thrown out. Certain situations call for not being an asshole by disturbing the public, being disrespectful to the public.
Making myself clear: I’m not being sarcastic. I meant to speak against those that twist free speech to sanction their acts of asshole-ism.
Gosh listen to them talk. They sound like they had weed for breakfast. But I Don’t know why the cops arrested them. Perhaps the person who uploaded the video edited some footage out.
That’s usually the case. They only film the parts when they’re being “wronged” so that people watching will always assume the police or other service members are at fault.
As Joe Z said, there are guidelines in those monuments and parks.
“Nero fiddled while Rome burned.”
I am sure there is a DC version of this of this picture with a bunch of USELESS TRENDY WANNA-BE URBAN TRANSPLANT PIECES OF SHiT posing in front of the burning Pentagon..
I HATE THAT FUCKING BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just moved to Brooklyn?
Ending every sentence by turning a statement into a question will permanently identify you as NON BROOKLYN, Megan.
I’m gonna punch my fist through your head if you don’t shut up?
What a totally unoriginal and annoying skank. Her intonation, rhythm and stress are derivatives of Valley Girl-speak. I’d like to bury the hatchet. Right between her eyes.
She kind of looks like Freddie Mercury?
why does every hipster make their voice pitch go higher at the end of every sentence so every fucking thing they say sounds like a question? As in, “I drove halfway across the country?” Shit, go back to Colorado and talk about drapes and blue walls over there. I hope you get mugged and your camera gets stolen and you fly back to your safe manicured lawn suburban strip mall hell hole.
hey fucker don’t send them to us, Colorado is relatively hipster free and I want to keep it that way!
It’s bad enough you have Ivana Trump and Robert Redford.
nobody forget to tell her of all the great sight seeing there is in east new york ..make sure to have the camera out at all times dont wanna miss anything ahahha
East New will never shape up. They just built some new low income housing 2 years ago. I passed by a week ago to drop off a friend. The place looked like shit and they vandalized the front doors with graffiti and broke 2 windows already.
A Few of my Observations:
at 3:46
“Iv’e BEEN READING HARRY POTTER to A.J. HE LOVES WHEN I READ TO HIM” (Whaaattttt the Fuckkkkkkkkkk ???? I swear these are fucking 8 year olds moving into Brooklyn!)
at 4:03
“THE SUBWAY SYSTEM is REALLY STRANGE, THE F train is NEW” (Bitch its always been around, correct yourself, you meant new changed routes.)
at 6:23
“THE A TRAIN STOPS AT REAL NICE PLACES and STOPS AT BAD PLACES”
Oh wait u mean: When hits Howard Beach, Cross Bay blvd: Whities start coming in?
But then when it hits Jay Street Borough Hall, the Jungle Niggas start comin in and they start to dim the lights down because of there color?
In other developments, expect a lot more urban chicken-keepers with the brand new Hipstermatic 9000 mobile chicken slaughterhouse!
http://radioboston.wbur.org/2011/09/12/slaughtering-local-poultry
Note that even the reporter is onto hipsters, describing those dorky Cory Doctorow birth control frames as “hipster glasses”. It’s happening, slowly, but people are finally catching on that if it looks like a hipster, it probably is.
..And the end result boys and girls?
Chicken at six bucks a pound.
I pay as little as .49 cents a pound for cheicken when it’s on sale. I once bought chicken from an Amish farmer at the outrageous price of 1.89/lb. I wonder how all those Amish meat stands in famrer’s markets from here to Ohio – licensed by The Board of health – manage to process their chickens for sale without a million dollar facility.
I worked in one of these plants in high school. This guy is full of it. All they need is an inspector on the premises. That’s it.
To the fine people of Diehipster just relax..
The whole world economy is collapsing.
Wall Street is imploding.
The trust funds are getting vaporized.
Crime is up in New York City.
Bloomberg will be gone.
Quinn will be overwhelmed.
New York City will take back it’s dignity.
The Fucktards will leave….
The What
Someday this war is gonna end..
i hope you’re right ‘the what’.
Yes….and they will go somewhere……and because Ohionebraskatucky isn’t deck, they’ll head to Portland and pollute other neighborhoods…
Portlandia is a *documentary*.
Speaking of which, trust the Portland hipster plague to keep coming back like a bad case of the flu. Should we be surprised that the dweebs who convinced Bloomberg to go with rental bicycle kiosks are based in Portland?
http://www.bizjournals.com/portland/news/2011/09/14/portlands-alta-to-run-nyc-bike-share.html
The “Dream of the Nineties,” indeed. I wonder how much money they’ll scam off New York before letting the city clean up the mess.
The first weekend after they launch this program, we’ll see a looooot of stolen bikes.
They did this in Tucson (San Fran of the southwest) about a decade ago. Painted all the bikes, which were old donated junkers, yellow to make them less desireable to be stolen, then put them in the downtown area to be used at your leisure and then left for the next person. Two weeks was all it took.
We will know for sure when Brownstoner closes up shop forever. Haven’t been to that site in a couple of years and want you to know, The What, that your comments there were the only thing that made it tolerable. Especially because you always got to the gentry and drove them crazy. More power to you.
http://www.esquire.com/features/ESQ0903-SEP_FALLINGMAN
Like yah.
I tried to read it. I couldn’t. It’s bad writing, horribly overwrought.
Yo, all due respect…. I DID grow up in NYC. I did walk home to Brooklyn surrounded by people covered in dust.
Then I went home, turned on the radio, got on the roof, and watched military flights land at JFK and got hammered beyond belief. with my roommate. Wasn’t allowed into the city, didn’t have a car…. WTF else to do really?
I bet you went home and grabbed your firefighting shit and ran into the towers, right? I love this site, but this time, you’re just being a tool. What would you have Hummus and Shoshanna and them do given the situation???
Tie their ironic only-worn-in-fucking-hot-weather-artisanally-handcrafted scarves to a light pole and hang themselves. End of story.
Seriously–I was on my way to work that morning downtown and by some turn of fate, I was running late from a night of drinking with my friends–three of our friends perished that day in Tower One–yet we didn’t sit at home and just get hammered! My roommates and I gathered what was necessary and packed what is now coined a “GO BAG” and prepared for what might happened that night. As the day progressed and we saw people walking from downtown to Washington Heights covered in ashes and tired and hungry and confused–my neighbors and I opened our apartments and accommodated people who could not cross the George Washington Bridge to be with their families, we fed them, had them showered and gave them clothes–all the while not getting hammered!
Seriously, look at that picture again! Those douchebags could have been doing something like trying to figure out what to do with themselves if the worst was to come that night. Or, go to the store and buy supplies for the many volunteers that helped in the rescue and recovery, WHICH, my friends and I did the next day. We bought socks, tshirts, water, medical supplies– ANYTHING and went to the Jacob Javitts Center to stand in line for HOURS to register to volunteer all the while not getting HAMMERED and sunning with my friends while the whole city is in a state of shock.
In addition, we went to firehouses in my neighborhood and in the village and offered assistance to the survivors to the families that were there grieving for their lost husbands, fathers, friends, sons–we DID something all the while not getting hammered. Did you do anything aside from getting hammered, did you reach out to your local firehouse, did you do anything. You make me sick! Oh wait–I forgot you walked home to Brooklyn amongst a sea of people covered in ash! Did you see severed and scorched human remains? Did you smell burnt flesh fused with burnt fragments of metal–did you see a severed hand with a wedding band still on it’s finger?
One of the guys in the photo tells it like this:
Walter Sipser, identifying himself as the guy in shades at the right of the picture, said he and his girlfriend, apparently sunbathing on a wall, were in fact “in a profound state of shock and disbelief”. Hoepker, they both complained, had photographed them without permission in a way that misrepresented their feelings and behaviour.
They were in fact in a “PROFOUND state of shock and disbelief”. REALLY?!!!
Ask yourself again what you did and what those douchebags COULD have done that day to at LEAST look like they have any concern!
I don’t think anyone expected perfect selflessness during this tragedy. Even though some real NYers didn’t go all out and help, they sure didn’t sit on their thumbs, smiling, while watching the attack. I mean, come on, those hipsters were sitting there like they have not a care in the world as the attack was happening. Even if they weren’t aware that it was a terrorist attack yet, there were HUGE PLUMES OF SMOKE pouring out of NYC! That’s cause for concern for normal people. And they can’t lie and act like they cared, they barely noticed, their body language says it all.
I’m not a NYer. I lived there for a while, but that was pre 9/11. On 9/11, I was in Florida- FLORIDA- and was more shocked and concerned than these hipsters were. I can’t imagine what it would be like had I been sitting there, right across from it.
Sure you were Stevie
Look…I’m a former Brooklynite born and raised. I spent two days trying to contact my sister who works in Manhattan. My parents were supposed to be visiting her that day and were on their way had I not contacted them.
A family member owns a jewelry store in the shadow of the towers. My brother-in-law is a Fire Fighter in NY. He was on the job for two weeks when the towers went down. His assignment was to transport bodies to the morgue and ID them.
How did I spend my time? After checking on relatives, dealing with a security shit storm at work, I went to church.
Then I took several days vacation and helped local organizations ship supplies to NYC. I worked 12 hour shifts and then went home to deal with my regular job. It helped deal with the anger of seeing the WTC (As a child I had the privilege of touring the construction) reduced to rubble by maniacal followers of “the religion of peace”.
When I returned to work I worked on charity programs, gave blood and saw my friend Chris. In addition to working as an engineer he also worked as a caterer to pay down his school loans. He just landed a big wedding and I asked how it was going.
“Cancelled”, he said.
“Why?”
Remember I said the bride and groom worked for the same brokerage firm in NYC – In the towers?”
My heart stopped.
“Well guess what? When the towers went down the groom was home with a broken leg and the bride took the day off to do wedding stuff.”
Oh man. Talk about fate. But why’s the wedding cancelled”?
Chris paused. “Because 75% of the invited guests perished in the WTC.”
Understand ME: The guy did not want to get back because he was worried about a loved one.
HE WANTED HIS CAMERA TO TAKE PICTURES OF THE WORST ATTACK ON U.S. SOIL SINCE PEARL HARBOR. THAT SELF CENTERED TWAT WANTED TO EXPLOIT A NATIONAL TRAGEDY.
THAT’S LIKE THE HIPSTER FUCK WHO MADE HIMSELF A NUISANCE TO “TRANPLANTED ALLY” – on of the the posters on this site – who was trying to stabilize someone to transport themt to a hospital. The dipshit felt that demanding to talk to the cop on the scene about his stolen I-Phone was more important than saving someone’s life.
These are the same douchbags that would see their neighbor’s house burnng and run up to them demanding they return his weedwhacker.
Then there’s a matter of respect. The cop who stopped him had nothing on his mind, right? Wasn’t worried about family, co-workers or friends who may have died, eh? You think maybe anyone with a shred of decency and common sense would have cut that cop a break? No doubt the guy was probably working around the clock with the added responsibility of protecting citizens and dealing with the monumental stress of seeing the equivalent of all the office space in Atlanta decimated in a matter of minutes and trying to take it all in. While doing his job.
So if you misunderstood me that’s your problem. I could not get to NY. But the immediate gut reaction of decent normal human beings is to do something – anything to help. When I witness a car crash or accident I immediately run to the vehicle and call 911.
I don’t grab a camera and start photographing the accident victims like they’re Lady fuckin’ Di.
I lived in the Lower east Side during the attacks. There wasn’t much anyone could have done on that night or the day after. It was martial law downtown, with the national guard blocking streets and letting authorized personnel, only, through all the road blocks. The city did not stop when the towers fell, hospitals were overwhelmed, elderly folks still needed assistance, people in the streets trying to help but couldn’t do anything, there was looting. Complete chaos. If you weren’t armed I suggested you’d stayed home and hugged everyone that made it out that day.
Props to everyone who pitched in and did what they could.
The picture tells a story of 5 people who are self-centered, completly oblivious to anyone but themselves, narrcistic try-hards. It all reads in their body language, which conveys a message of ..”I’m concerned, but those conservative, yes men deserved it. Thats what coporate America gets for raping people for over 50 years. The “Man” is finally paying his dues.”
Fuck them and the people who defend them.
Hey hey HEY.
Don’t blame liberals for hipsterdom. Those hipsters were idiots long before they discovered political talking points.
What would I have them do? Not use tragedy as their springboard to fame. Taking that photo was tasteless as shit.
All the sappy empty gestures by actors and musicians in the days following 9/11 just got under my skin – tolerance, peace, etc.
Leave it to A couple of Brits to correctly gauge the mood of NYC and The US.
@DCBX. There is always watching TV, following the news, consoling one another, watching things from a rooftop—-anything—-but maybe not posing like you’re lounging in a goddamn Seurat painting!!!!
@Washington DC Native…Jeez, that video is repellent. If I had a really tiny apartment (SHOCKER COLORADO! PEOPLE IN BIG CITIES HAVE SMALL APARTMENTS!!! WOW!), I would certainly not devote scant space to giant turntables. What a self-absorbed twit that chick is and complaining about the subway already too in her third week in NYC. Shut it….
That’s what I was thinking. If I was where they were? Find a radio, find a TV, find a phone, get some g_ddam information about wtf is going on. Don’t just sit there.
No no no. This picture is post-knowing what happened at about 1pm when everyone on earth knew already. That is the reason for ironically grabbing a fucking chair to soothe his hard working angel hair pasta fucking legs. Fuck these motherfuckers.
I don’t really care what these people were doing on 9/11.
That’s because you weren’t here you fucking name changing NYU brat. You’re pathetic. End of story.
Check out this nonsense…
http://gothamist.com/2011/09/14/starving_artists_can_no_longer_affo.php
“At our space we were dedicated to how we can leverage our role as hipsters to do something about gentrification. But we fell victim to the very narrative that we aimed to intercept.”
Nobody writes a news story when ordinary people are priced out of a neighborhood.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched this happen. These dipshits are just the front guard. Before you know it, the yuppies want to move in “because it’s sooooo cool”, and they finish the job the hipsters started. Naturally, it’s the hipsters who whine and cry the most about being priced out, because their parents can only afford a few thousand a month for rent, and the MBAs and other scum following them have no credit limit.
I’m not proud: I admit that I lived in the Exposition Park area of Dallas twenty years ago, when it was considered an “artist center”. Back then, anyone wanting to move in had to prove that they actually had something approximating creativity, and had to show a portfolio to the property owners. This led to a lot of us getting great entertainment from watching SMU brats strolling to the owners’ offices with plans of moving in next week, and stomping out screaming about lawsuits when they were told “no” for the first time in their lives. They got their revenge, though, as the owners admitted that they were just waiting for someone to offer them $1 million for the whole block. Someone did, the yups moved in, and now the whole place is a hipster-infested mess. Well, working on “was”: the hipsters have decided that the area isn’t cool enough, so the remaining businesses are all going under. The new owners won’t lower rents to retain anybody, though, so it’ll probably remain empty until someone else offers even more to turn it into yup boutiques.
I’m 800 miles from NYC and on 9/11 firetrucks were parked on corners and taking cash donations for FDNY. People couldn’t rush up fast enough and stuff the bucket with twenties. They weren’t sitting around pontificating like these bozos.
And I remember how a bunch of homeboys from da hood at the Brooklyn end of the bridge switched their radios from the hip-hop channel to the news and were actually helping people wipe off the ashes. A scene previously unheard of in NYC history yet surprisingly normal on that day.
The only real scumbags that day were the Scientoligists, and hard right Xtian wackos hawking their wares to the victims. That and the PNAC licking their lips looking for a war to start.
Today I saw seven assdrips longboarding through the road buoys in heavy traffic in a work zone. So I lured them all with an organic soda and a falafel to the edge of a natural gas pipeline trench that was being dug and paid the shovel operator 35¢ to bury them beneath the street. The operator quickly performed the task and returned my money saying it was his pleasure. End of story.
Wow! I thought this photo was fake. Unreal and seriously disturbing.
I was teaching 9th grade English when the attacks happened. We had the television on and some of my students laughed as people jumped out of buildings. I almost quit teaching that day.
No frontal lobe development. They can’t discern the difference between fiction and reality. Narcissism personified.
You should’ve stuck a No.2 pencil into the ear of one of these mongoloids and used his head as a sharpener.
I was in the 10th grade at the time. Had the TV on, getting ready to go to school (was ~6am on the West Coast) when I watched the second plane hit live. It affected me deeply, knowing I’d just watched hundreds die instantly. I know some in my age group that didn’t take it at all seriously (I saw plenty of eye rolls that day when people just wouldn’t stop talking about it…isn’t there anything more interesting to talk about?), but if it makes you feel any better, there were a lot of us that were very affected by it.
I though the photo was fake at first too. That’s fucked up.
Of course these losers should celebrate 9/11. After all, it’s what gave the Bushies the excuse to put security cameras everywhere and take our civil rights away, made the streets safer for these pweshious cupcakes to raise the rent while destroying any and all things that made NYC interesting in the first place.
Now you know why they are laughing.
right. ’cause NYC was only authentic when west 42nd street and alphabet city were overpopulated with heroin addicts and crack whores.
Good thing Obama repealed the patriot act.
Oh wait…
I love that NYC. Pre-yupster-infested, unpretentious and affordable.
Now gentrified Brooklyn and LES is overpopulated by trust fund heroin addicts and STD infested cankle whores. Yeah, what an improvement.
Funny thing: Those heroin addicts and crack-whores kept the rents down.
DH – Sorry to go off topic here, but you have got to get your hands on a copy if today’s Post. Page 41&42 “Buzz Kills” – all about these hipster baristas and shops that have strict ‘rules’ on whet you can order – lots of typical hipster bullshit – like the coffee house in Williamsburg that won’t give you milk or sugar because they want to “uphold the delicate, subtle flavor of a single-origin bean.” yes a dirty Zoey actually said this. Her job title? “fulfillment coordinator”. I shit you not.
And you can probably get the article online, but the photos of the baristas is a can’t miss which pays the price of the paper – filthy beards galore, including one that goes more than halfway down the filthy neck. Check it out.
I saw that today…Meant to give a heads up over here…What a great article…
Do not worry agout going off topic because you never do and always leave great comments!!! I think I found the article you saw. Just email me shit you feel worthy. Was this it?
http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/food/roast_busters_MgiH41Cs6gI3jifzRyJdtK?utm_campaign=Post10&utm_source=Post10Alpha
Yep, that’s the one. Can you imagine if restaurants said no if you asked to have the rest of your meal wrapped up to take home because they think the food isn’t as good the day after? These Barista fauxhemians have to be the stupidest businessmen of all time to not allow espresso takeout. In this economy?
Only thing missing from the online article that’s in the paper is another photo of a smug wool hat wearing beardo doing the cross-armed beta male pout. Of course when you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. And how is it sanitary to have that bearded pencil armed snowflake leaning over the cups with that lice farm inches away?
Then there’s this guy…
“I kinda, like, sorta …”
ok, I can appreciate efforts in artwork, but I love artists who are humble and not full of hot air….and what happened to his nose? someone tell this guy that in art “EVERYTHING” is relevant….who is he to say what is relevant to art and what ‘isn’t'?….
LOL! he has a buttnose instead of a buttchin. ive never seen a buttnose before!
*rob*
Agfard Nariz-DeCulo, ass-beaked post-dystopian bean sprout impressionist/ironic tee shirt apologist. An innovative quirky twist on the classic brown nose.
…the leonardo of Latte
http://artoncoffee.com.au/home.html
Working in a creative field, I understand the importance of craft. I’ve had customers ruin good design work many a time.
But you just have to tell yourself, “you can make the best filet mignon in the world, but some a$$hole is gonna want to put ketchup on it.”
I know it sucks and they probably don’t appreciate it. But just tough it out and give the customer what he damn wants.
@Jaz…I moved out of my last neighbourhood because there were too many “fulfillment coordinators” hanging around on street corners…
What will these mustachioed scabies vectors do next? Couldn’t find the NY Post article online, but got the next best thing:
http://www.nypost.com/p/lifestyle/food/coolbeans_CR90LSqxuM8RBWTqLS0mvK
Check out Cafe Grumpy. I’d be grumpy too if I was served by one of these fatuous lumberjacks.
Awgghhhh *retch*…*wipe*.
Ok. I’m better now. Hearing these hrisute barbershop philosophers go on about something as everyday and inconsequential as COFFEE reminds me of my childhood when we would passionately argue who would win a fight – Batman or Spiderman.
Yeah, that’s pretty much how I see it too – I mean, they are sitting around all day perfecting smiley faces and swans in latte foam. Seems like a pretty good use for a $120,000 liberal arts degree – that they are not personally responsible for one penny of. It really is their Batman vs Spiderman thing. And I do love how they try to make such a big fucking deal about what a challenge it is to be a barista. Lol – seems like the Ecuadorian kid at the corner deli that hands me my coffee and bagel in the morning figured it out pretty fucking quickly – I mean, is it really THAT FUCKING HARD?
And take a look at the Megan and two Ethans in the Cafe Grumpy article – after seeing those 3, I think maybe it really IS that hard for some of them to make a cup of coffee.
Scrubbing pots for 12 hours in a 120 degree kitchen for minimum wage
is a walk in the fucking park. But pouring an award winning orchid in milk foam? And while these dedicated professionals slave over their “craft” somelazy ass trauma team is patching together it’s 12th gunshot victim of the day.
Notice how all these coffee shops are located in certain sections of NYC. Like little beacons of lights to show us where to commence these hipster beatings.
The fucking pretentiousness of it all, especially in the midst of skyrocketing cost of living and poverty. How the fuck do these places expect to stay in business? Catering to other smug pretentious assholes? Where the fuck does the money come from to support all these lifestyles? The poor economy is in the news daily, yet it seems many people still have a good chunk of money lying around. It pisses me off as badly as all those seemingly never ending useless socialites running around while states go broke. Do they manage to skirt by on paying taxes or something?
These fuckers…. taking up space and leaving us locals to live in their wake of gentrification.
It’s the same thing here in California. We are bewildered as to how the fuck these idiots just skate through every day of their life untouched by any moral standards or economic crisis. These idiots are based off delusional behavior and any sort of ‘wake up’ call is a shock to their little ‘system of existence’.They DO want to cater to other pretentious smug assholes that is why anyone who is not of their ‘elite’ walks into their establishement gets treated like shit. There is no way these businesses will survive for much longer..something has got to give. Someone is going to stop paying the rent sooner or later because their businesses are slowing down..how does one open a business that caters to only certain people? and deliver poor customer service on top of that? it’s everywhere but it won’t last long..everytime these idiots do ‘something different’ it never lasts…
Wake up calls are most effective when you have nothing to fall back on – like a parental subsidy. These tools don’t know what it’s like to have a 10 month old, a wife who;s a stay at home mom, a mortgage and medical bills and have your boss call you in and tell you you’re laid off.
I was in this situation. Once the urge to split my idiot manager’s head open like a coconut passed I immediately started calling friends and asking all the sub contractors at work for contacts. We cancelled our vacation, did not splurge for our anniversary and cut corners in general.
Within two weeks I had a quasi-steady stream of design work coming in (cash) and a part time retail job (warehouse) to supplement my unemployment and help pay for COBRA. Every morning at 5AM I’d send out resumes check e-mail for responses and call back interested parties on my lunch break. I packed my lunch and made my coffee at home.
I was working harder than when I was gainfully employed. And I every day drove by the local coffee shop around 2PM. The fucking place was full of people only a few years younger than I
who were there when I went to work in the morning.
As a side note – when I finally found a job 4 months later, I splurged and went to Starbucks for an over priced beverage. Right by the door was a large table for handicapped customers. Some filthy hipster was there with his laptop, I-shit, magazines, Moleskine notebook, art pencils, etc and a wireless headset.
An old guy rolls in in a wheel chair. the douche completely ignores him. The man was patient. The guy picks up his phone and calls someone. I tell the barista. He did everything short of hiding under the counter in the fetal position.
So I stood in front of him, and said, “Move your shit asshole. Your sitting at a handicapped table and the gentleman you’ve been ignoring for the past 10 minutes would like to use it”.
The guy stands up to me. he comes up to my shoudler and weighs about 120 lbs. He grabs his shit in one arm and moves.
Like you said no morailty, no manners….no social graces whatsoever.
“no morailty, no manners….no social graces whatsoever.”
Aside from being pompous, rent-raising fauxemians, it’s this type of self-adsorbed, disrespectful make-up that makes them so despised by so many.
Only a completely useless pseudo-adult possessing an equally useless, expensive and parentally-subsidized degree in intuitive pasta architecture, or its equivalent, would work as a barista. That’s because rectal tumors like them doesn’t possess any skills which would allow them to find a real job that pays real money for real work. Attention starved, kazoo-voiced, cankled me-monkeys, such as any of these self-important, douchebags , can always produce some flimsy, pretentious description of the complicated and extremely technical aspects required to perform a task which can be taught to a rhesus monkey in ten minutes. And, the rhesus monkey would make more in tips. Go back home to Dogfelcher Falls and see if you can pull your silly adolescent coffee connoisseur B.S. Oh, that’s right. That’s why you ended up moving to New York City in the first place.
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/14/dining/reviews/do-or-dine-nyc-restaurant-review.html?_r=1&ref=dining
Oh the irony.
Pat, do you remember “Warm Beer, Lousy Food” aka “The Crazy Country Club” in Bay Ridge? This is nothing more than a cheap ripoff. These quirky Petri dishes with legs find out about a long defunct place and literally steal the concept, as if they created a cutting edge concept.
You read my mind. I remember it. Funny thing – I was never in there. About 50 times my friends and I had made plans and every time something better came up.
They used to serve meals in dog food bowls, right?
My hangout was Louie’s candy store – Henry St between First Place and Carroll St. What a cool place. Louie wore a ski cap year round. I remember the hot jelly apples he’d make in the fall.
I wish I could fine the mix.
WBLF had the waiters that looked like Uncle Fester, toilet deat mobiles hanging from the ceiling, rolls of toilet paper at the tables for napkins and had the floor rigged with high pressure air lines to blow chicks’ skirts up. If you happened to look like a dipshit, you would be targeted by whatever comic was working the stage; and, they’d shred you into bite-sized pieces. I used to hang out there on Fridays and Saturdays with my fellow “dazed and confused” pals from the neighborhood, back in the 1970′s. The best part was, they never carded anyone. What a great place!
Re the jelly apples, believe it or not, i got a recipe written down someplace. I’m the short order spoon in the house; besides owning more fucking shoes than Imelda Marcos, Mommy can burn water. We’d either starve or live on takeout if we’d expect her to make anything more complicated than buttering a slice of bread. Imade some for my son and his classmates for Halloween the year before last. I’ll dig it up and let you have it.
My wife worked for a shoe company. Every other Friday the staff was allowed to go in the warehouse and pick out two pairs of shoes for ten bucks.
I have 3 six foot tall shelf units in the basement with holding nothing but shoes. And one hall closet.
Then I buy something really useful – like a whoopie cushion – and I catch hell for it.
My wife’s a modern day Gracie Allen. She comes home on a shopping high (admittedly she’s great with money and also gets stuff at ridiculously low prices): I FOUND THESE SHOES !!! I PAID !@ DOLLARS….90% OFF ON CLOSEOUT”!!!
You have a pair like them…
(pause)….BUT IF I DIDN’T BUY THEM I WOULDN’T HAVE SAVED 90%!!!.
How can you argue with such logic?
The Jelly apples i remember were red, sweet, served hot (most would lick the jelly off and throw away the apple). No caramel.
If you have the recipe, PLEASE post it. Thanks!
Do you have a Facebook account? Diehipster is accomodating; but, this is a site to vent on all things neckbearded and cankled, not the Betty Crocker Recipe roundup.
Anywho, this is the deal:
Ingredients:
•8 apples
•8 wooden skewers
•2 cups granulated sugar
•1 cup light corn syrup
•1/2 cup hot water
•1/2 cup red cinnamon candies, like Red Hots (Atomic Fireballs are better)
Preparation:
1. Prepare a baking sheet by lining it with aluminum foil and spraying the foil with nonstick cooking spray.
2. Wash and dry the apples carefully. Remove the stems, and stick the skewers firmly in the stem ends.
3. Combine the water, corn syrup and sugar in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat. Stir until the sugar dissolves, then continue to cook, without stirring, until mixture reaches 250 degrees. Wash down the sides of the pan with a wet pastry brush occasionally to prevent crystallization.
4. Once the candy reaches 250, add the cinnamon candies and stir briefly to incorporate. Continue to cook, washing down the sides, until it reaches 285 degrees.
5. Remove from the heat and stir the candy so that it is smooth and even. Hold an apple by the skewer and dip it in the candy, tilting the pan at an angle and rotating the apple to cover it completely with a smooth, even layer. Bring it out of the candy and twirl it to remove excess, then set it on the prepared baking sheet. Repeat with remaining apples.
If you wanna make mommy and daddy versions, instead of water, use an equal amount of Calvados, a French apple liquor. To get more punch, cut some slits into the apples and soak them in Calvados before coating them.
I was thinking of a hipsterized version containing capsicum. A mace-infused delight, indeed.
My wife…once I put a chicken in the oven but had to leave to run errands. stuffed the damn thing with Garlic, herbs, lemons..my uncle’s home made olive oil…trussed it up..the thing would have made a CIA instructor proud.
I tell her “I set the timer. Take it out in an hour when it goes off. Cover it with tin foil”.
Easy right?
I came home two 1/2 hours later.
“Where’s the chicken”?
In the oven..
I told you to take it out!
I did. I covered it with tin foil, turned the oven off, put on the foil and stuck it back in to keep warm”.
I pull the thing out. It looked like one of those cavemen the find buried in the Swiss alps.
My wife boils water without the lid. She insists it boils faster that way.
She was an Art major.
Thanks for the recipe!!
“Batmanning” is the new planking.
WTF? How the hell did this trend happen? It didn’t occur to me that it was another trend when seeing some asshole pull this off on the new subway cars with the center railing on the ceiling.
I wanted to pummel the guy but the law would definitely not be on my side as he was not harming me directly… instead he can get away with harming me indirectly by putting his dirty ass shoes and feet on something used by hands.
Inspires me to create a music video on hipster beatings using Prodigy – Invaders Must Die…
It was started, supposedly, by bored dumbasses at Purdue University (P.U., how apropos). The CIA does the same thing to greasy terrorists and it’s considered abuse. Go figure.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3798931/Forget-planking-its-Batmanning.html
i’d love to impale this douchebag to the door with a speargun.
They were all Too Stupid Live..a collective “An heroing” would be quite entertaining.
why is that one dude on the left “batmanning” and holding his dick?…this is gross..why do they need to do this in their underwear or wearing barely anything? sexuality issues anyone?…
Whenever I see one of those stupid hipster stunts, I wish this guy was for real.
Fairytales can come true,
It could happen to you
If you’re an annoying neckbearded, lice breeding, kazoo-voiced, wire-frame ironic stick figured, trust funded, chick jeanwearing embodiment justifying post-partum abortion, artisanal mattress stuffing art project impressario, perpetually adolescent interloping flyover state fuckface.
…But You know what
Back in the days they really made some cool scary movies. Now its mostly CGI crap bullshit and you just laugh.
I have the sudden urge to walk into the pretentious, yet completely contrived, coffee palace down the block and shove the head of Caleb, the consumate caffeine cunt, into the bean grinder.
Classic line: “Who the fuck are you to tell me how to order a cup of coffee. I’m the customer, you’re the servant.”
Those pretentious coffee houses piss me off. Makes me wonder why no arsonist targeted these establishments…
one more…
“Three to four dollars is a fair price to pay for a cup of coffee”
yah, if you suck my dick as part of the deal.
A brief story I was told by my brothers and sister on duty that day. 18F and a transport unit responded and were in the triage center in one of the towers. Mureal and “Shrek” perished that day.
To the natives… Nothing makes me more proud to wear the City of New York Paramedic patch and serve. My only hope is I am protecting this city well enough in their eyes. Otherwise, like I always say, I stand beside you doing my best to fend off the vermin.
Just a little suggestion here, we’re called Latinos, Hispanics are people from Spain, and I doubt they are long time Brooklyn resident annoying the gentrifying population, it’s Latin people.
no papi, we are hispanics, aka spics.
There is good coffee and there is bad coffee. And at 7 in the morning, what I want is a Taser in a cup, not some pretentious wankery in a mug. I doubt there’s a single one of these half-assed businesses (fuck, you can’t even call it that, extended playdates would be more accurate) that will last more than a year. Meanwhile, McDonald’s will be selling a shitload of coffee every morning. And why? Because there are no ironic mustaches attached to yapping idiots babbling about craft, they serve to people who want to get out the door and get to work instead of sitting on their asses all day, they don’t charge 5 fucking dollars for an ounce and a half coffee, and they actually know how to run a business.
I remember seeing that picture a few years back, and it still leaves me cold. The fact that I lived in the Midwest, and might have anything in common with those apathetic twats is shameful.
I’ve been listening to the ongoing whining about Borders going bankrupt, especially since its demise just tripled the unemployment rate among English Lit majors nationwide. Not once do these shitheels ask exactly why people went to Amazon to buy their books instead of Borders. It’s the same exact reason why everyone switched to NetFlix instead of Blockbuster: yeah, there’s the selection and the price. The biggest turnoff with both, though, was coming in with actual green money and getting attitude from the limpdick behind the counter. I stopped going to Blockbuster 15 years ago when I asked about one movie and was told “*scoff* We’re never going to carry that.” I stopped going to Borders because I got tired of trying to find anything and being asked “WHY?”
We were lucky to have decent kids working at our borders here in Palm Desert. It was a shocker, yes…but we do know people in L.A. and Orange County where Borders is basically run by a bunch of hipster zombies. This location was like a secret society of Borders, where the true wonderful and beautiful goth kids and nerds worked everyday and were always so friendly…the manager knew what he/she was doing when she hired this team…we wish them well….it was so refreshing to walk into a Borders and not get attitude and scoffed at when asking for help…we’ll miss this store!! it was a rarity in itself!…..as for the other Borders in L.A. and O.C…ugh, fogettaboutit….nightmare…the alter ego to this Rare Borders is Barnes and Noble, it’s run by a black rimmed glasses, bearded mop head on a limp stick kid who prances around like he’s salt of the earth when he smells like ass and feet….pleasssse…
I know EXACTLY what you mean.
I remember going to Border’s with my son when he was oh – four years old. He wasn’t crazy about it (B&N is much more kid friendly).
We get there and he wanted an “Olivia” book. didn’t know the author, so I asked one of the bearded toilet plungers for help.
Hey – can you guess the answer?
“WHY!?!”
Because that’s what I want.
(Rolls eyes and goes, “uh”). What transpired was straight out of a Monty Python skit.
Pulls a book out.
“Here’s a good book on the environment”
Olivia.
(hands me another) susan B. Anthony?
Olivia, please.
Recycling?
Olivia
Martin Luther King?
Olivia…
Mayan culture?
OLIVIA!!!!!! JESUS CHRIST ARE YOU DEAF?!!
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a young lady with a small child. She’s carrying an “Olivia”.
Excuse me…but where did you find that book?”.
The little girl walks over and points to them.
“Thank you”.
I grab the book. we Walk to the register. And there she is..dirty, hair held in a beret, chinese slippers and camo pants and about as wide as a a U-Haul. This is a creature who can sit on the lawn and leave a crop cirle when she gets up.
(clerk) Olivia?
Oh Christ on a Stick. Here we go again.
What’s wrong?
Nothing it’s just that…the books send the wrong message about our relationship with animals.
It’s a children’s book.
“The book exploits endangered species and degrades them by dressing them up like humans…”
At this point – I’m ready to lose it.
Let me repeat….IT’S…..A….CHILDREN’S….BOOK….
Bessie standing there, dripping with smug superiority..she thinks she’s won. “It reinforces the real world’s abuse of animals. Clearly even the most illiterate can see that”.
Real world?
Yup.
OK. So please tell me WHERE IN THE REAL WORLD DO YOU HAVE A FAMILYOF TALKING ELEPHANTS WHO DRIVE FUCKING CARS, WEAR SHOES, READ BOOKS, COOK MEALS, SEW CLOTHES, PLAY SOCCER AND WALK UPRIGHT, YOU STUPID, DELUSIONAL COW? THEY EVEN GO TO THE CIRCUS! IF THIS BOOK WERE TO REFLECT THE REAL WORLD THEY’D BE “IN” THE CIRCUS IN CAGES OR LYING DEAD ON THE GROUND IN SOME SHIT HOLE WITH THEIR TUSKS AND FEET HACKED OFF! YOU PROBABLY LOOK AT A FLAG POLE AND THINK IT’S A SYMBOL OF MALE DOMINANCE!
Mamie von Heffer looks at me and says, “I’m not waiting on you.
I walk away. “Keep the book”.
Fuck you
“Eat a salad, Petunia.
Bearded toilet plunger. Too fucking much.
was there.
That IS a wanted poster.
Fucking tweed fuckers.
FUCK! I guess Ill be earning my overtime. http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/2011/09/15/2011-09-15_city_goes_bike_to_the_future_massive_cyclesharing_program_to_start_next_year.html
“The city will not foot any of the bike plan’s bill, officials stressed.”
What a fucking lie, seeing as how similar programs elsewhere are being blackmailed into paying to keep them going. Transplanted Ally, you’d best not count on that overtime pay, because it’ll be used to keep yet another nonviable Portland business liquid.
Willing to bet most of these bikes wind up in the Gowanus Canal, while working-class New Yorkers pay out the ass for this peter pan bullshit.
Well then I might as well steal them considering that it is coming out of my pocket as well.
As hard as Bloomberg, Khan, and Gothamist want to try, NYC is not an Ohio suburb. Stop trying to make it something it is not, and never wants to be. If I have to hear about zero carbon footprints one more time, I’m heading to the Bedford Ave. L with a fucking blowtorch. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with suburban living if that’s what you’re into – but do not try to turn this city into a suburb just so that you can feel safe and comfortable while blogging back to Dogfelcher Falls about how you are a gritty Brooklynite.
And another thing – wait until Caleb or Hummus fucks around and gets hit by a car – their lawyer dads will be flying in from all over the Midwest to sue the city; you know why? Because the city keeps mentioning that they are responsible for this.
And guess who ends up paying when the lawsuit is settled and the city has to shell out to Caleb McMichigan and Hummus Von Nasalworth? Yep – if you live or run a business in NYC, get your checkbook out.
that manorexic guy in the photo should stop with the vegan rooftop toxic food, coffee and cocaine diet. He’s a walking skeleton. He doesn’t look like he has enough muscle tone and the coordination it takes to ride a bike.
Now, why in the world would you want him to stop? You’re not turning soft on us, are you?
http://anonymousadlibitum.tumblr.com/post/10052121310/fight-gentrification-now
someone posted this photo they took a few days ago in the LES. class warfare IS coming to NYC and it is the only way gentrification will be reversed and prevent culture from being whited out.
Regarding dancing at the memorial.
This is what the COURT decreed:
Oberwetter sued on free speech grounds, but the appeals court ruled last week that her conduct was indeed prohibited “because it stands out as a type of performance, creating its own center of attention and distracting from the atmosphere of solemn commemoration” that Park Service regulations are designed to preserve.
These assholes were not protesting. They were performing. Their intent was to attract attention and DISTRACT from the solemn commemoration.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/05/30/jefferson-memorial-dancing-arrests_n_868719.html
Fuck these douchebags.
It should be legal to beat them death while they suffer painful anal sodomy.
Fuck the Jefferson Memorial Dancing Hipsters.
When their family dies, lets go to the ceremony at the cemetery and start dancing and interrupt THEIR solomn moments.
Those assholes dancing at the memorial were treated too leniantly.
It was not a political statement. It was a “look at em” moment.
http://articles.baltimoresun.com/2011-06-05/entertainment/bal-dance-party-at-jefferson-memorial-a-victory-for-kokesh-the-police-and-america-20110605_1_protesters-dance-iraq-war-vet
Look how russian TV mocks the USA for this.
What would happen if people danced around in Russia at the Kremlin.
I wish America became a police state and started bashing the heads of these attention seeeking fuck-tards into the ground.
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I love this blog and follow it from Philly. But I’m a journalist too and saw a post about this photo several years ago that I find to be credible. Take from it what you will. It shows a story of people in shock. Not people are indifferent. I apologize if this has already been posted. I realize that the NYC loss is still on the nerve endings of those who live locally. http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/culturebox/2006/09/its_me_in_that_911_photo.html