Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Trendy Rebels

Tonight I forced myself to go out. I refuse to live in fear. That is what the bad guys want, and they are succeeding. They are succeeding because New Yorkers and some of America are playing into their hands. We're living in fear. Its been a couple of days and business in the city is dwindling. Half of the people are protesting, and the other half are staying at home, far away and in their mind safe from the fray. The bad guys are winning because we're divided. New Yorkers pit against fellow New Yorkers simply becuase they can't agree on who would make a better leader for this country given our bleak immediate future. They don't have to exert any effort to destabilize our economy and our social dynamics, we're doing it to ourselves. It hurts and it makes me sick to my stomach to watch this. Activist that think they are making things better are only making things worse. A few pied pipers with strong convictions leading a mindless throng of gen y'ers that think its cool to be anti establishment. These activists claim to be raging against the machine, not knowing that they ARE the machine being set into motion by our country's enemies. These past few days have seen NYC's economy drop. Everything is at a stand still. The only people making money are the vendors selling anti-Bush shirts and buttons with attacks so brutal (and so unwarranted by the way)that it makes me wonder who hates America more, the world, or Americans? And this is sad. It is sad for me to hear Americans who live in the lap of luxury, who have never spent a night out on the street starving, or seven years waiting for a phone, or two months in a third world prison, or much less sit in thirty minutes of traffic speak of how America is evil and should fall. I'm not claiming that America is stainless. What superpower isn't, as a matter of fact what country isn't? Everyone fucks someone over, its the cruel reality of life, but I think America has tried to balance its evils out with generosities unseen before its rise to power. All this anger from within, dividing a nation that needs to stand united NOW. What is even more frustrating is that more than half of the protesters don't even know what they're fighting for. I will admit there are a few that have opinons and are fighting for it. I salute them. It is your right to express yourself, but the others follow just because it's cool. It has become fashionable to hate Bush. It has become fashionable to hate America. We are being torn apart from within by people that are misinformed and don't really have their own opinon. This must stop. We have to stop pointing fingers at each other. We have to stop blaming ourselves. We have to come together, and the best way to do that is not by taking to the streets and beating the crap out of the police officers who are there to protect YOU. The best way to come together and change things is to VOTE. There is no need for civil unrest when the solution is right in front of you. Register and vote. Let your voice be heard not from the cries in the streets but by the choice of the ballots. Proudly show your thumbprint as a mark of your allegiance to your cause, rather than hide the blood on your hands, blood from the bodies of your own people. Democrats and Liberals cry out that Republicans are warmongers but here and now is one that is pleading for everyone to give in to peace.

The Divided States of America

Its been a while since my last entry. So much is going on in NYC that its taken me some time to distill all of my thoughts and emotions into a coherent message. For those of you who do not know, NYC is hosting the RNC- Republican National Convention. Strange that it should be the host city since NYC is rabidly liberal and everyone should have known that the event would be the center of much unrest in the metro.
I guess my story begins with my arrival into the city Monday afternoon at the 33rd street station in Midtown. I walked up the stairwell to the ground level to find a ghost town.

The streets were eerily empty, almost like that scene from 28 days later. The only people on the street were uniformed policemen and they were in full gear. Sweat started to form on my forehead, I got a chill down my spine as I felt like I was someplace I should not be. I tried to hail a cab, but the streets were blocked off, I totally forgot about the convention and what it would mean to my commute. I hurriedly walked up the street heading towards work. To give you an idea as to why I was suddenly hit with this feeling of fear, let me illustrate my situation like this- I work on 39th and 9th ave. The Republican Convention, a major terror target is located at Madison Sq Garden on 34th and 8th- just five blocks away from me. Time Square, another major target of interest is on 42nd st. three blocks away from me. The Port Authority, and Path Trains are also targets and they are my only means to get home. If anything should happen, I would be in the middle of all the chaos. Looking back the sight of all the police officers in uniform should have relieved some of the tension, and it did... Until I read the papers. "Two suspects arrested after attempting to bomb the D train at 34th station" I'm glad that they got caught, but I'm a bit scared that they even tried given the amount of security. All afternoon long the restaurant was quiet, but the streets were busy. Just blocks away angry mobs numbering in the thousands had come to disrupt the convention and air their disdain for the Bush administration and the Republican party that backs him. Police precincts were calling all uniformed officers from the field to quell the protesters who were getting violent.

News of officers being attacked by hoodlums in the crowd spread all over the news, fueling much anxiety among everyone. Anarchy was taking form and the NYPD seemed underhanded to control it. NYC had to call in the National Guardsmen to help out the police whose resources were being strained. Everyone around me was afraid that there may be an all out riot. Protesters getting out of hand and looting local stores and setting cars ablaze. I was afraid for another reason. I was afraid of that one terrorist that could have snuck passed the lines and into the crowd because the security was too busy watching the protesters to watch for the real threat... the fanatic terrorist who is out to kill Americans. Quite possibly me.