Times Square

I know some of my friends have expressed no interest whatsoever to go to NYC. But they're missing out on the possibility of a great epiphany. Last month I sat down on a cold, hard stone bench in the epicenter of Times Square. Now, that place is literally the geo-physical manifestation of schizophrenia. One building has on its facade, thirty feet high at least and endlessly flashing and changing dimensions before your baffled and bewildered eyes, a Yahoo! logo. Another has the wrap-around digital lettering wrapping around it till infinity, the yammering, annoying sports spectacular informing you how the Giants fared against Pittsburgh. There is the Great Billboard of Obama in his Weatherproof coat, strolling on the Great Wall of China - an image of the Pres used without permission, which he says he doesn't approve of - I hope he sues.

Anyway, taken together, the locale is sheer madness embodied in cement, electricity and L.E.D. lights. Yet, the Psycopharmalogical Gestapo spends billions annually, convincing people like you and me that you - the figurative, not literal you - are neurotic, psychotic, or whatever label they can foist upon you in order to get you to take your "meds," er, excuse me DRUGS. So that you aren't kept awake at night, hearing the "voices" that were probably drummed into your consciousness by, you guessed it, the images of Times Square you see repeatedly in the background of ABC Nightmare News.

So I say GO to New York, to Times Square, or at least to Vegas. Maye even Disneyworld will do the trick. See for yourself. See how the colors run into insanity. See how it's NOT enough to regard War as Peace. Or to consider the killing of other people's children as a necessary evil designed to secure the loving protection of your own darling young ones. See ever more lunacy. This society will stop at nothing to drive you deeper, ever deeper into distraction. Like the cars that are going to hit the market next year, with full-blown WiFi deluxe features built right into the dashboard!

Jesus H. Bomb, drivers! Just remember while you're speeding down that highway at 60 mph, when you take your eyes off the road for 3.5 seconds to check the Hotmail inbox, you will have gone the length of a football field. That is, if you're lucky enough to survive the momentary lapse of motorized reason you've just indulged!