It's mid May and I'm in Chicago again. I like being here. I like the city. I like walking. I walk alot in Chicago. I'm walking today and have come upon the river from the loop side and.....well, there it is. Yep. Almost finished. It's Donald Trump's new building on the north side of the Chicago River.
Yes, 'The Donald' has come to town, and he has inserted his penis into the city. I'm standing across the river right now, looking at Donald's penis. It's there, standing proud, and visually butt-fucking Chicago. But it's not the largest I guess. I hear tell that prospective tenants didn't want to be living in "the tallest building in America" since it may become a terrorist target. What a bunch of pussies!! C'mon! live it large, assholes. Stare 'em down. dare 'em.
Yeah, I'm just one of the masses. But I hear you, Donald. Hear you loud and clear. You're saying "hey, Chicago - FUCK YOU! I got lotsa money and I've got lotsa big ideas and one of these ideas is to come over here to your po-dunk (not New York) town and just holler out "FUCK YOU" right here on the river."
And I hear you Donald. You are significant. I am not. You have everything. I have nothing. Donald, I seriously wonder If I would walk across the street to help you if you were robbed and left bleeding to die. I wonder. I might go over to look at you bleed. Then - well, I would help you and probably rip up my shirt and use it on your wounds.
post script - you know....the beauty of my blog is that it's on the internet, around the world even, and not one person - nay not one living human being will read it. how beautiful. and how wonderful to yell into the crowd and have no one hear. It's an elixor.
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