SIGN LANGUAGE, PT. 6

Speaking of science fiction, wouldn't it be nice to get into a
time machine to 2012?

I look back with deep nostalgia to the days when a black guy was president and a billionaire was the mayor of New York.  It seems like science fiction now.

My take on the USA is one of doubt, sadness, and a feeling that things are going to get worse -- and not necessarily before they get better, but will that they will never get better. 

What to do? Watch TCM, avoid the news, and read the signs, stickers and scrawls that have become such a product of New York over the last six months. It won't help to change things, but sometimes distractions are better than nothing.

 

 

 

I'm not exactly sure what the message is here. How subversive is the idea of Felix the Cat happily going to work? Does the star on his shirt signify Communism? Is he trying to (literally) throw a monkey wrench into the system? And where the hell are factories in New York City anymore?

 

You know, that's really not a problem to find. Now, a woman without jade plants is entirely different.

 

No problem. As long as closed circuit cameras can keep filming criminals mugging, shooting and knifing innocent victims.

I sympathize with your point of view, but how about you shoot him and see what the punishment is?

 

By all means, please start a chat with your lucky bamboo when someone's breaking into your apartment.

 

I get a different message from this every time I read it. But no matter what I think it's promoting, it's never a good thing.

So why do I want to strangle half the people in this country?

 

 You don't say! Take a look at the D-Day photos below:

 

Now go back to yelling "Who's streets? Our streets!" and putting up stickers around the Upper East Side, Skippy.

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