tomorrow night is
strangers wasted 2.0
it’s the unveiling
so montreal is not part of canada. they are also not part of the united states. they are not part of mexico. oh, pardon me, montréal, or actually pardonez-moi, Montréal.
one might say Montréal is the exact polar opposite of tijuana, mexico. [just a thought]
cruising up interstate 87 to the border, past plattsburgh, ny – searching the radio for some franco-phonics – i found it. just in time for the border crossing, the french version of “girl” by the beatles fills the car. this is followed by “no woman no cry,” this one with a flair that one could only accuse of being parisian . . .
so a few notes on our northern neighbors [it's a lot closer than you think] and their pseudo-sovereign province:
the chances of being born in america – if looked at from some sort of pre-conception karmic lottery – are (on the high end) 1/20. that’s 5%.
so one might say we’re a bit lucky.
and i’m not the flag waving, flag lapel wearing type either [just like your friend and mine barrack hussein obama, right?]
but my point is this: for all the shit we talk in this country (and we do talk a whole lot of collective shit,) we are protected (to most practical ends) to talk as much of that shit as we could like. please excuse my scatological excesses here, but hey, “double-you-tee-eff” it’s f*ing america, no? not just the free speech that borders on the tasteless and the indecent, but all sorts of ideological babble (with specks of brilliance of course)
so god (or whatever all-powerful force [or nonforce]) bless america
-why does it seem that all operators of escalades drive like jerks?
it there some economic answer having to do with high opportunity costs of time spent driving (such high wages for such high rollas,) and expected costs of tickets, wrecks, and so on being less of a percentage of total income (again the high rolla factor,) or perhaps jerks are just attracted to jerky cars [but what came first the jerk or the jerky car?]