"If God places no trust in his holy ones, if even the heavens are not pure in his eyes, how much less man, who is vile and corrupt, who drinks up evil like water!" Job 15
It wasn't the bars on the brand new waterfront government housing windows nor the streets lined with an entire family meals trash worth of McDonald's.
I may have blinked when the mom slapped her baby girl's head for throwing sand or when the angry tirade began from the man who caught a glance of displayed cleavage and defended the assault by saying, "That ain't looking at nothing, nipples are the real titties you black bitch."
As our country's ethics digress even more. This oldie sings about some glory days.
"Chewing out a rhythm on my bubble gum the sun is out and I want some
It's not hard, not far to reach we can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach
Up on the roof, out on the street down in the playground the hot concrete
Busride is too slow they blast out the disco on the radio
Rock rock rockaway beach Rock rock rockaway beach..." The Ramones
But when I saw the ten year old boy pass a wrench behind him to his even younger sidekick to go and strip a bike parked on the boardwalk, I had seen enough. And said so.
It's the sandy land off deadbeat parents...
And this ain't the Ramone's Rockaway Beach anymore.
"Chewing out a rhythm on my bubble gum the sun is out and I want some
It's not hard, not far to reach we can hitch a ride to Rockaway Beach
Up on the roof, out on the street down in the playground the hot concrete
Busride is too slow they blast out the disco on the radio
Rock rock rockaway beach Rock rock rockaway beach..." The Ramones
And you ask...why we can't all just get along?
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