Political Commentary
I am on a downtown-bound R train in rush hour when a black gentleman boards at 42nd street. He is carrying a plastic cup of beer. It's exactly the sort of plastic cup of beer you buy at ballgames, probably a 16 ouncer. I have no earthly idea where he got such a thing anywhere near the 42nd street subway station nor how he was walking around with it without being hassled by the cops but I have learned not to ask questions or dwell on such matters. Just go with the flow. This is New York, after all, and maybe it's a good sign. I've always thought the open container enforcement in this town was ridiculous. If you're not creating a disturbance or endangering others who cares what's in that container in your hand? Hell, a hot cup of coffee or tea is more immediately dangerous to you and those around you but that's perfectly legal.
Anyway this guy gets on the train and sits down. He puts the beer between his feet on the floor. And he begins to opine.
"Yeah, fuck you Governor Patterson. Get the hell off my subway! Yeah, Governor Patterson wants to kick all of us off this train!"
I think he meant Joe Biden, but he was rolling. Right then he rolled into a tirade liberally sprinkled with The Dreaded N Word about Patterson, Obama, and how they only got to be in charge because they were nice to white folks but he don't need to be nice to no white folks if he don't feel like it. An interesting alternative viewpoint to be sure, especially since he didn't use "cracker" or "honky" alongside his frequent Oh My God It's Another N-Bombs, he actually said "white folks".
The unfortunate thing was I didn't get to see what was on his beverage container. It was definitely a clear plastic cup, possibly with some writing on it but I couldn't be sure. Our pundit departed a few stops later before I could inspect the container.
My container today on the other hand was a philosophical one:
"CoffeeCompany on essence #23
It is not the amount of coffee in your life that counts.
It is the amount of life in your coffee."
And on the bottom yet another website: http://www.starpack-inter.com/
Did you click it? Not much there, is there? Just this:
Star Pack International
B.V.Ambachtsweg 353542 DE Utrecht
tel: 030-2412042
fax: 030-2412801
E-Mail: info@starpack-inter.com
So now I'm getting coffee cups from the Netherlands. Unfortunately the contents of my cup did not originate in a coffee shop there. It would've been a more interesting day, I think.
Anyway this guy gets on the train and sits down. He puts the beer between his feet on the floor. And he begins to opine.
"Yeah, fuck you Governor Patterson. Get the hell off my subway! Yeah, Governor Patterson wants to kick all of us off this train!"
I think he meant Joe Biden, but he was rolling. Right then he rolled into a tirade liberally sprinkled with The Dreaded N Word about Patterson, Obama, and how they only got to be in charge because they were nice to white folks but he don't need to be nice to no white folks if he don't feel like it. An interesting alternative viewpoint to be sure, especially since he didn't use "cracker" or "honky" alongside his frequent Oh My God It's Another N-Bombs, he actually said "white folks".
The unfortunate thing was I didn't get to see what was on his beverage container. It was definitely a clear plastic cup, possibly with some writing on it but I couldn't be sure. Our pundit departed a few stops later before I could inspect the container.
My container today on the other hand was a philosophical one:
"CoffeeCompany on essence #23
It is not the amount of coffee in your life that counts.
It is the amount of life in your coffee."
And on the bottom yet another website: http://www.starpack-inter.com/
Did you click it? Not much there, is there? Just this:
Star Pack International
B.V.Ambachtsweg 353542 DE Utrecht
tel: 030-2412042
fax: 030-2412801
E-Mail: info@starpack-inter.com
So now I'm getting coffee cups from the Netherlands. Unfortunately the contents of my cup did not originate in a coffee shop there. It would've been a more interesting day, I think.
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