Friday, March 23, 2012
The Peonage shared a diatribe about the utter aesthetic crapitude that is the lakefront. When blessed with a body of water, flat acres of concrete & steel sans greenery (& the number of benches that can be counted on one hand) shouldn't dominate. No one expects the rebirth of Madinat az-Zahra but come the fuck on.
Like this, unchanged from last year.
At least the Space Casino will save our sordid little burg.
Due the bad angle, you can't see that this is supposed to be saying music = peace or some other touchy feely bullshit.
-- or not.
For the record, yes, the chump in the off-camera guardhouse was sporting a pair of macho authority shades but surprisingly didn't accost yours truly for probably illegal picture taking. I'm like the Gavrilo Princip of Parmastan.
Progress & prosperity?
Now that's progress.
Recession-proof prosperity: porn, booze, & The Man.