The Sarcastic Cynic™

Sarcastic and cynical view of the world.

Desultorily, I was enjoying listening to Michele’s playlist during the ride from Dunedin to Safety Harbor … — November 3, 2015

Desultorily, I was enjoying listening to Michele’s playlist during the ride from Dunedin to Safety Harbor …

when Neil Diamond’s voice brought me back to the present.

I find myself torn between two cities on the east coast of the United States of America.  One is Forest Hills, Queens, New York City and the other is in Florida.  I know I can adjust to life in this relatively flat state, but figuring what to do besides my passions, is what is vexing me.  Maybe I’ll take some classes to learn how to cook for real.  Go back to get more ratings.  Return to the air in the capacity of pilot or just bum around the beach watching the women walk by while I read a fascinating book.  Start waxing my skis.  Colorado and its mountains are already beckoning me or Colombia where I spent a few years enjoying life. I’ll have to make up my mind before I decide to seek public office in this town. All the choices are good but I don’t want to continue this desultory existence.

I Am… I Said”

L.A.’s fine, the sun shines most the time
And the feeling is “lay back”
Palm trees grow and rents are low
But you know I keep thinkin’ about
Making my way back

Well I’m New York City born and raised
But nowadays,
I’m lost between two shores
L.A.’s fine, but it ain’t home
New York’s home,
But it ain’t mine no more

“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair

“I am”… I cried “I am”… said I
And I am lost and I can’t
Even say why
Leavin’ me lonely still

Did you ever read about a frog
Who dreamed of bein’ a king
And then became one
Well except for the names
And a few other changes
If you talk about me
The story’s the same one

But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I’ve tried
But it won’t let me go
And I’m not a man who likes to swear
But I never cared
For the sound of being alone

“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
“I am”… I cried
“I am”… said I
And I am lost and I can’t
Even say why
“I am”… I said
“I am”… I cried
“I am”… I said

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/neildiamond/iamisaid.html

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Why Did I Think This Was Going to be a Great Game? What Was I Thinking? The Infographic Preview of Super Bowl XLVIII Did Not Lie! — February 2, 2014

Why Did I Think This Was Going to be a Great Game? What Was I Thinking? The Infographic Preview of Super Bowl XLVIII Did Not Lie!

Infographic Preview of Super Bowl XLVIII

The Broncos and the Seahawks were  just 4 hours from #SB48 kickoff, and I thought this match was going to be great.  I should have looked closely.   Statistics do not lie.  Again a Super Bowl disappointed me.  All the hype, the media covering just about every angle.  Even Michael Edward Eagan the Cardinal of New York gave a history lesson about Vince Lombardi, a Brooklyn raised lad who left New York City to make men of boys.  Then just before the game started, Bill O’Reilly finally met Barack Obama in a one-on-one interview.  The president of the United States of America, showing us his beautiful teeth, was able to deftly answer Bill O’Reilly’s questions.  I wonder if all the questions had been pre-screened by the staff at the White House?  This interview, which at times I thought was disrespectful, was also the highlight of the afternoon.  And just before the game started a very poignant reading of our Declaration of Independence, was read by those who have volunteered to defend our principles.  Included with those volunteers were the first responders of the last known terrorist attack on our soil.

The game then started and I thought the receiver was going to let the ball go over his head.  No!  The next play would set things straight.  Peyton Manning was in control, he moved to give another set of  signals and the center hiked the ball.  Obviously the quarterback wasn’t expecting the ball to be hiked.  His eyes bugged out as he watched the ball sail over his head.  The ball ended up in the end zone  in the hands of a Bronco.  The Broncos were going backwards.  A safety was called.  After only 14 seconds of play the score was already…Seahawks 2 Broncos 0. Continue reading

“Time Bandits” prove how vulnerable the city of New York is on the eve of the SuperBowl in New Jersey. — January 31, 2014

“Time Bandits” prove how vulnerable the city of New York is on the eve of the SuperBowl in New Jersey.

Quotes:  

  1. “It happened so fast!”
  2. “We didn’t know what was going on.”
  3. Sources say “the bandits went first to Wempe watch and jewelry store.”
  4. They heard the smashing of a display case.
  5. They thought it was an accident.
  6. Customers inside Cartier didn’t realize anything was happening.
  7. A construction worker saw the bandits casing the store.
  8. “They were small, didn’t look like big guys or anything.”
  9. “The were just looking through the window.”
  10. “They looked like they couldn’t afford to buy anything at Cartier.”
  11. They were thrown out of Wempe by one guard.
  12. The guards at Cartier were intimidated by one little guy with a hammer.
  13. The “Time Bandits” were “emboldened because all the cops are in Times Square.”
  14. They left with 16 watches worth allegedly $700,000.
  15. The employees were later seen drinking champagne and wine.  To calm the nerves?
  16. The meeting with champagne and wine was a (sic)”prescheduled” meeting.

Since I was early for my appointment yesterday, when I had to go to Manhattan for a consultation, I decided to divert from my destination to go by the celebrations at the intersection of the so-called “Capital of the World.”

Broadway, already a famous roadway in the island of Manhattan has been renamed “SUPER BOWL BOULEVARD” for the duration of the festivities. I took the sewer line that doubles  as the mass transit of the City of New York to enter the city through its exit on 42nd and 8th Avenue.  What I noticed as I approached the venue where the festivities to the “SuperBowl XLVIII” aka the “OverHyped Dud of a game it will be,” was policemen everywhere.  Most were busy holding meetings on the platforms of the train stations.  Some with canines were confused as to what they were supposed to be doing.  I saw one standing near the Golda Meir bust just looking serene and frozen in place.  Another one handling a canine had to tell him what he was supposed to do.  And after telling him what to do.  He just stood there watching the crowds move by his perch on the platform where the bust of the aforementioned great woman rests.

Looking serene and composed.
Looking serene and composed.
There were other security measures in place that I will not divulge because I’m sure ABC News,  CBS or NBC or FOX or CNN will be happy to inform the public.  

So no one called the troops when they realized something didn’t look right.  Here’s the first line of defense and the public did nothing.

I left the area quickly because I couldn’t  stand the crowded narrow passages created by the displays on Broadway aka “SuperBowl Boulevard” to go to the Library on Fifth Avenue and 40th Street to borrow a computer for 45 minutes while I warmed my toes and fingers.  After my time expired I met a lady who asked me to help her with her internet problems.  It seems her Google+ has been set to talk to her in Hungarian.  Funny since she only speaks, French, English and Spanish and German on command.

After that I left the library to search a fine place to dine in.

  • McDonald’s.  What a piece of crap this one is. I took a picture to see if you recognize where this one is located. Fast inaccurate service.  Ordered:  Big Mac Meal, received a “Wimpy” Mac without all the promised embellishments.  Ordered a simple hamburger and it wasn’t included in the bag.  Ordered a coffee after the card was swiped and it wasn’t delivered.  I refused to take out my VISA again to pay for such bad service.  Seating on the 2nd floor was clean, but the temperature was so low the French Fries became cold and stale.  The COKE, I took two sips of this sugar filled crap.  I finished eating quickly before I froze to death, to dump everything else  in the receptacle.  I couldn’t wait to return home.  I exited the borough of Manhattan through the Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street #7 Line.  I took the express train out of dodge. 
Wimpy Big Macs
42nd Street between Fifth Avenue and Park
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