Sunday, August 22, 2010

Empire State Looter

Next week, the City Council is expected to approve 15 Penn Plaza, a proposed office tower that has generated some criticism from its neighbors — namely the owners of the Empire State Building, which is two blocks east.

The 67-story tower by Vornado Realty Trust is planned to rise as much as 1,216 feet on the site of the Hotel Pennsylvania at West 33rd Street. The tower is expected to get the green light, despite opposition from Community Board 5 and Malkin Holdings, which controls the Empire State Building.

Like guild socialism or fascism: Use the power of the state to get rid of superior competition, in this case of those who want to build a more modern and beautiful building a couple blocks from your aging landmark.

"Community Board 5 had unanimously voted down the project."

Damn NIMBYs.

However, the full City Council is expected to vote on Wednesday to grant Vornado the final approval needed to proceed with the project.

"The height and bulk of 15 Penn Plaza are the result of waivers and bonuses greatly in excess of code. Another waiver granted 15 Penn Plaza the right to build without setbacks," said Tony Malkin, president of Malkin Holdings, in a press statement.

Setbacks make a building apologize for its greatness. Setbacks are bad. And who can't use a bit of shade in the summer?

"At only 67 stories, 15 Penn Plaza would be as tall as the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building…"

So what? What's it to you how many or how few floors the competition has?

In fact, it shows how outdated your building is. No space between floors for modern wiring.

"…and would, if built, be as much a scar on the complexion of New York City as the loss of Penn Station."

Really? If anything, the ESB is the scar on the complexion of New York City. If you look at the rendering in the article, sleekly soaring 15 Penn Plaza is much more beautiful than the ESB with its atrocious setbacks, no matter how much the general public has gotten used to it and thus even grown attached to it. Goes to prove that the general public is stupid.

The City Planning Commission, which gave the development a green light last month, said in its report that "the prominence of the Empire State Building would not be significantly affected because the new building… would be shorter than the Empire State Building (approximately 230 feet shorter), and the two buildings are approximately 1,000 feet apart, which would further diminish the perceived height of the new building in more distant views."

Who cares about the prominence of the Empire State Building? I hope towers twice or thrice as tall will be built all around the ESB.

If anything, the ESB embodies all that's wrong with New York: bad architecture pandering to the bad taste of the masses and a stagnation that would protect views of an outdated building, short by today's standards, instead of building the taller towers the city deserves.

Whatever became of "Excelsior!"?

Damn you, Tony Munchkin, damn you to hell, for stabbing the New York skyline in the back so that you can squeeze some more ill-gotten gains out of your ugly 1,250-foot hand-me-down hovel with its idiotic zeppelin docking mast on top. Damn looter.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Couch-Surfing Song

(With apologies to Enya.)

Let me sail, let me fail, let me see the world for free,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of luxury.
Let me sail, let me fail, let me crash upon your couch,
Let me reach, let me beach on both sides of the great sea.

Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

From Nassau to Trump Tower — in the shade of ESB,
No Fiji, no Tiree, just one isle of NYC,
No Peru, no Cebu, fuck the power of Babylon,
From Bali and Cali — pay with lines that bring pigs on.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… No.
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… No.
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up.
Ah-ah-adieu… Yeah!

Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

From New York to London, Turtle Bay to the Docklands,
From the deep clouds of weed to a loss north of ten grand,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
Shelter me on the couches of the lands I've never seen.

We can surf, we can surf, we can see the world for free.
We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can cock, we can block, we can cock block with all chicks,
In return, you can stay at our armpit in the sticks.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can reach, we can beach on the shores of luxury.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
From Bali and Cali — pay with lines that bring pigs on.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
From Nassau to Trump Tower — in the shade of ESB.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
We can reach, we can beach on the shores of luxury.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
No Peru, no Cebu, fuck the power of Babylon.

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

We can surf, we can surf…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…
Surf the couch, surf the couch, surf the couch…

Argh… Argh… Argh!

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Fascinator = Something Died on Your Head

Why is it that if you want to visit the royal enclosure at Ascot (I guess that's where they keep the horse that rules Limeystan), females and males can get in with something that just died on their heads, but females not in a dress that doesn't give them a heatstroke and males not without a tie?

Well, my brain at least needs oxygen. That's what happens to you if you wear a tie long enough: You become a limey.

Fascinators… Apparently, people are fascinated by stupidity. I'm not. At least not the good way. Who wants to pick up something with the IQ of a peacock?

The fact that women would wear rags on their heads even if it doesn't rain that wouldn't protect them from the rain if it did rain and men annoying and potentially dangerous nooses of cloth round their necks just to appear to be paying homage to the significance of the event is disturbing. BTW, if they were really dressing for the significance of the event, they'd be covered in horse manure.

I do agree that royalty ought to be enclosed at all times, though. Best incarcerated along with all the other looters.

Sunday, July 04, 2010

Happy Birthday, America — Here's the Present!

As far as gifts go, McDonald v. Chicago is as good as it gets.



Happy Independence Day and long live Lady Liberty.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

"We the People" Murder Individuals

Must be Stupid Article Day at The Atlasphere:

If the end of gun control leads to a bloodbath of runaway shootings, then the Second Amendment can be repealed, just as other Constitutional Amendments have been repealed. Laws exist for people, not people for laws.



If the public doesn't like the rules, or the consequences to which the rules lead, then the public can change the rules via the ballot box.

Even if armed self-defense did lead to bloodbaths (which it doesn't — where guns are banned, like in Limeystan or Krautistan, the same going postal takes place, just with knives or illegally owned guns), neither the supreme court, nor congress, nor "we the people" would have any right to sacrifice one individual by disarming him and leaving him defenseless to save any number of others.

Stupid collectivist. Goes to show why you can't work with conservatives.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Quote of the Day

"It seems as self-evident to me as it was to the Founding Fathers that a people disarmed by their government cannot purport to be free. The bottom line remains: Force rules. Therefore, if you allow the government to have a monopoly on force, then you can never purport to be a free person."

— Charley Reese, The Orlando Sentinel, April 18, 2000.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Gun Bans Shot Down — Right on Schedule

Yes!!!

Life imitates art once again: As predicted in Torch in the Night, the Supreme Court shot down state and local gun bans. And right on schedule, that is, one year early, actually. (My fictional prediction was half past June 2011.)

Thus, to get rid of gun control, Traynor had to convince the justices that the right to keep and bear arms recognized by the Constitution not only was a protection against federal gun control, but also applied to state and municipal governments. He had to get the justices to rule that the Fourteenth Amendment had extended the Second Amendment to the states. In legalese, the Second Amendment had been incorporated by the Fourteenth Amendment. After such a ruling, the often capriciously administered state licensing schemes, like in New York, and outright gun bans, like in Chicago, would be null and void.

Torch in the Night, p. 14.

"Justice Samuel Alito, writing for the court, said the Second Amendment right 'applies equally to the federal government and the states.' "

QED.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

All My Taxes Go to Ex's

(With apologies to George Strait.)

All my taxes go to ex's:
Yeah, Stateside is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my taxes go to ex's:
Might just as well hang myself in Tennessee.

IRS makes me pay towards the health insurance of each one,
Local taxes pay for pigs so chicks don't have to own a gun,
Alimony for monotony makes me lose m' sanity,
Child support for brats I didn't want
Got the law lookin' for me.

All my taxes go to ex's:
Yeah, Stateside is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my taxes go to ex's:
Might just as well hang myself in Tennessee.

I remember that old Frio River where I learned to swim.
And it brings to mind another time where I wore my welcome thin.
By transcendental meditation, I go there each night,
But I always come back to Freeport
Long before daylight.

All my ex's died in Texas,
For Freeport is a place I dearly love to be.
So all my ex's died in Texas,
And that's 'cause they hanged themselves in penury.

Some folks think I'm hidin',
It's been rumored that I died,
But I'm alive and well in Bahama.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Long Live the Sinner

There's an excellent article in The Atlasphere: "Long Live the Objectivist."

Love the Dylan Thomas line.

Well, I've been thinking it's funny that religionists would be sad at funerals.

Unless they secretly believe the deceased has gone to hell. Which wouldn't exactly be a compliment. Or wait, it rather would, given their morality, that they believe you go to hell for all the good things in life.

"I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints. The sinners are much more fun…"

—Billy Joel, "Only the Good Die Young"



But if they truly believe the deceased has gone to heaven, why aren't they happy for him? The only reason to be sad would be that they miss him. And wouldn't that be terribly selfish by their standards? If they really believe in a life after death, they should turn every funeral into a party.

"If there are no cigars in heaven, I shall not go."

— Mark Twain

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Disarming Successful — Patients Dead

Turning all of Limeyland into a gun-self-defense-free zone did not stop this limey from going postal with his miniature arsenal. Well, as the wisdom of the gun-control-free zone has it, when guns are outlawed, only criminals (including the government's jackbooted thugs) have guns.

At least the limey rulers are more consistent than others by disarming some of their thugs, too. It seems to make them a tad less aggressive. Or maybe the sugar rush from scones is not as bad as that from donuts.

Anyways, if people were reasonable, gun control would be dead now. Moon bats are no more reasonable than wing nuts.