25 Reasons Detroit Sucks, And Deserves It
Extra. Extra. You there, sonny, have ya heard the news? Detroit is sinking faster than the Titanic, destined to follow Atlantis into the sea. Won’t be long now. The unemployment rate is ninety-seven percent. Impoverished parents are shipping their children off to seek their fortunes abroad in economic utopias like Brazil, Jakarta and the West Bank. Henry Ford VIII has sought refuge in an underground bunker with Kid Rock and Barry Sanders. Sadness and discontent have malaised their way through the streets. Nope, it won’t be long now. Detroit shall be ransacked by Barbarians, Canadians, the Minnesota Vikings. Call on God—but row away from the rocks, fine citizens of Detroit. Do not go gently into the good night. And remember: always follow Charlie Steiner to freedom.
Is anyone else more than just mildly perturbed by the media and pop culture’s obsession with treating Detroit like a wounded manatee separated from its mother? Like some two-bit, one stop light West Virginia mining town after the coal dried up? Things have gotten bad, really bad, but Detroit, Michigan isn’t that kid with autism who made all those three-pointers. It doesn’t need to be patted on the back, given the cushy parking space or made out with because it looks lonely. The people of Detroit are better than that. I should know; I’m from Chicago and all I want is the freedom to once again say Detroit is a shithole.
A few months back, the Michigan State Spartans made the NCAA Men’s Basketball Final Four. Practically every lead-up article written was about how welcome and refreshing the team’s success was to a poor, down on its luck city of Detroit. Now, the Red Wings beaten my beloved Chicago Blackhawks in a semi-final match-up, and we’re being bombarded by the same aww-shucks-the-motor-city-sucks nonsense. A fucking get it, man. Detroit doesn’t rock like Cleveland. It doesn’t set souls on fire like Vegas. It’s doesn’t have the ATL-style like Atlanta or Dwight Schrute Bucks like Scranton. But it’s still a worthy enough opponent to punch in the face. And that’s what I intend to do–punch Detroit in the fucking face. Because it sucks. And because it’s not some AIDS patient charity case. And because, if Chicago was down, that goddamn cesspool of a town wouldn’t hesitate to blacken an eye.
Here are 25 reasons why Detroit is still the shittiest city in America. Go ahead. Read ‘em and try and tell me it isn’t a regrettable sinkhole I’d gladly let the British take back… (more…)
Will you goddamn people shut the hell up about Bear Stearns for like ten minutes? You dither on and on about corporate greed and sub-prime lending but none of it directly affects you. Sure, you might pay a few thousand more in taxes which will undoubtedly end up in various toilets in and around the New York Stock Exchange, a few thousand more in taxes you could have used to shoe the Mastercard collectors out of your ass, but to bitch and bicker about such frivolous, unimportant expenditures would be to ignore the villainous, life-altering dilemma mocking all of us. Handicapped parking stickers.
The average person may not be willing to take a handshake in liu of a signed contract anymore, but to a certain degree, a name and its reputation still mean something. You don’t fuck with Keyser Soze. The real Santa Clause is always at Macy’s. And you can’t just ignore written agreements and hope individuals and businesses will still negotiate with you. AIG just doled out one hundred and sixty-five million dollars worth of taxpayer money to rich white guys. The public is irate; the President is beyond pissed. One member of Congress even suggested the executives who received the compensation should either publicly resign or kill themselves. But what’s the alternative? Should AIG really default on promises they’ve made to investors to quell the public’s squeamishness? Hell no. They should pay every last cent.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye. - Miss Piggy
Ron Paul isn’t right about everything, but at least he’s about something. The one candidate who has absolutely no hope of winning the presidency, but who is also the only one with anything substantial to say about the presidency, went on CNN recently and gave the first interview we’ve had in a long time in which a candidate actually spoke about the real issues facing America. In particular, he hit hard on the economy. Watch the video:
Last summer, my friend Handles and I found a Slip-N-Slide on sale at Target. We each threw down twelve bucks and carted the monstrosity home, briefly forgetting about it for the rest of the day. Ten shots and about fifteen people at our house later, Handles stumbled upon the childhood throwback and set it up in our front yard. For the next hour and a half, we pounded cheap whiskey straight from the bottle and cajoled other party-goers into ripping off their clothes and joining us for some naked nonsense.
Hillary Clinton won tonight’s debate. I don’t think there’s any question. She had a little help though from ABC, whose moderators decided to dedicate the first 40 minutes of their 2 hour broadcast to asking Hillary questions which basically boiled down to “Ms. Clinton why do you think Barack Obama is a racist?” or “Barack Obama is obviously an elitist, what do you think of that?”
On December 16th, 2007, I did something I’d promised myself I’d never do. I donated money to a Presidential Candidate. One hundred dollars was transferred from my bank account and into the outstretched arms of the Ron Paul campaign. Realistically, my drop-in-the-bucket-donation did nothing. It probably didn’t even sway one more voter to cast his ballot for the aging Congressman from Texas, but my hundred dollars was meaningful, if to no one else other than myself.
I love the internet. I work on the internet, I live on the internet, I breathe on the internet. My life is nothing without the internet. But it’s far from perfect and while everyone is busy screaming about bandwidth problems and piracy issues as this medium continues its search for an identity, the world seems to be overlooking the real problem with our world wide web: It rewards mediocrity. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that it rewards mediocrity and quality equally, at least where content providers are concerned. And content, as you may have heard, is king.