Downtown

We had the misfortune of being downtown yesterday.

Fucking 723 cop cars, ambulances and firetrucks at the same time. Can you say "mistake?"

Just wanted to turn in my guitar to Steve's, fuck around at some kitchen store, maybe an Asiatica or two, and instead we got chaos.

People are SO FUCKING DUMB. It was apparently an ANNUAL protest against police brutality, yet they went on a rampage, smashing small business windows or throwing paint on hotels or whatever it is that fucking clueless hooligans like to do. Anything for an excuse.

Look, last I checked I'm no cop-lover and legitimate protest is all very well, but do you HAVE TO BE IGNORANT ASSHOLES ABOUT IT?

Hmm . . . well, in light of my recent contemplations of the human condition,

I GUESS YOU DO.

I say: FUCK YOU FOR RUINING MY DAY DOWNTOWN ON A PERFECT DAY WITH BRIGITTE.

THAT is what I say to those MOTHERFUCKERS. Brigitte joked around when I said how concerned I was to be in the midst of such a rabble, cop cars jetting down the street at 50 miles an hour in a 20-mile-an-hour zone, but now that I'm thinking about it, next time,

BRING IT ON. I will personally join the fray and KICK your sorry, tired lame rabbity asses. You, your organizers and everyone to do with you need to be HUDDLED UNDER A FREEWAY OVERPASS with the rain falling and nowhere else to go. Hey, ever heard of Bernie Madoff?

Lucky you stupid fucking retards didn't get involved with that, although I'm very much wishing you did.

It is formally called a SOCIETY. WE LIVE IN IT. No one needs your sorry-ass pathetic protests. Fucking call the mayor's office in the future, you fucking excuses for human beings (or hey, here's a good one: go to Iraq and become a failed suicide bomber -- that always does a service for humanity! Yay! Hey, I can come up with MANY services you can provide humanity other than FUCKING BEING ALIVE WITH THE REST OF US).

Hello, hello, anybody home? The police, whom I absolutely have no truck with, are not some Nazi-organization out to fuck you personally. HELLO, each one of them is an individual like you with possibly a family, small kids, cousins, who the fuck knows. They get their jobs just because they want a job. How could you possibly think that they're a sinister "entity" out to get you? To brutalise you? Sure, there can be mistakes and fuckups, but doesn't that happen in any job? Well, mostly, our jobs don't involve carrying around live ammunition -- last time I thought about it, my job as a photostat technician didn't call for a Glock 90, but these are people like YOU AND ME.

And guess what: they're trying to protect YOU AND ME. Young kids, often with no experience.Just ON-THE-JOB NIGHTMARES.

Think about it: how often have you had to deal with some raging alcoholic maniac with a handgun suddenly going berserk? Okay? Getting me here?

They fuck with me. I swear, they personally target me. Brigitte got a ticket for $42 just parked outside the Bistro, those motherfucking assholes, the other day, for TWO MINUTES but y'know? The cops piss me off but they are here for a PURPOSE.

It's life. They're all good people, just trying to do their jobs. I don't know what the fuck it is you do but _I_ personally wouldn't want to have to wake up at 6 a.m., kiss my wife and baby goodbye, put on a fucking uniform, strap on a lethal weapon that I may or may not have to use in a chaotic situation and GO TO WORK.

Is that okay, have I finally made some sense?