The Newtown Pentacle

Still rolling, yo.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

For those of you ideologically opposed to acknowledging the circumstance of the world surrounding you, a humble narrator recommends that you find the like minded and gather together in large groups. Please pass the doobies about from mouth to mouth, share drinking vessels, and remember to cough on each other as that will really show the snowflakes and liberals what’s for. That’s my public service announcement for the day. Messaging was forwarded from and paid for by Socialism Central.

Pictured above is a Caterpillar 450F, a backhoe loader which weighs about 25,000 lbs. or maybe – it’s just photoshop – part of a Demonrat/International Bankers Cabal conspiracy designed to make you believe that construction equipment is real and subvert your freedoms. You caught me out, spreading the sort of ideas that George Soros and Bill Gates want you to think.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes it isn’t. That abandoned umbrella in the shot above, encountered while wandering around Long Island City one recent evening? Clearly placed there to aid me in producing an image which Alexandria Oh Castro Cortex secretly monetized by diverting tax dollars away from first responders and all of the other noble soldiers of the State. Did you know that a small number of Americans die every year of impalement by cast off umbrellas? They would have died anyway, so what’s the big deal about COVID?

One of my neighbors reminded me just yesterday morning that the only people dying from the virus are “the weak.” A good American point of view, that, and the sort of rousing rhetoric you might associate with Captain America or Superman. The strong survive and the weak or the sick can just go fuck themselves. Buying tombstones stimulates the economy, right?

Ever hear the one about Ayn Rand, Paul Ryan, and Rand Paul going into a bar? They order their drinks and then die from drinking tainted booze because there are no regulations governing what bars can serve in a glass. Lol.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

As you may have guessed, I’m gobsmacked at the colossal lack of empathy and compassion on display at the moment. Just like the asshole parked across the street from my house, while I’m writing this, who is playing his shitty auto tune music at top volume, can we find it in ourselves to think of others for just a moment? Is that too much to ask for? Walk a mile in another man’s shoes? Do unto others?

What am I saying. Go to orphanages and tell the kids that Santa Claus is a deception, designed by the deep state to sell toys.

Note: I’m writing this and several of the posts you’re going to see for the next week at the beginning of the week of Monday, May 25th. My plan is to continue doing my solo photo walks around LIC and the Newtown Creek in the dead of night as long as that’s feasible. If you continue to see regular updates as we move into April and beyond, that means everything is kosher as far as health and well being. If the blog stops updating, it means that things have gone badly for a humble narrator.

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