I was corralled by the NYPD today

I work about two blocks from the UN.

On my way home I was diverted Northward on 5th Ave, and then corralled at 53rd Street by our boys in blue... a uniform I once wore as an NYPD Auxilliary Officer.

Something was up. A motorcade, no doubt, and it could have been any one of the many degenerate vultures leaving the UN after a long, exhausting day of sucking up our air and... bashing America while savoring our impending demise.

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I noticed, however, a flock of sheep that had gathered strategically in the very center of 5th Avenue.

How ironic, I thought. It must be the antichrist. Yes, the air tastes foul of sulphur and rot and bullshit. It will be him.

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The idiots all around me were giggling and blabbering (some actually in English!), doing the dance of a three-year-old who needs to go pee pee.

Yes, I thought, I am indeed surrounded by the obamanoids.

Let none of them bump into me or speak to me, for I know not what I'll do.

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I felt so alone. Then I saw this and it relieved my angst for a moment. Some such as I have been here before me, perhaps I am not alone... perhaps they are still near...

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Eventually he passed (but not in the way I long for).

I almost missed him. I was expecting a unicorn-drawn carriage.

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Once I was finally allowed to cross I did so along 52nd Street and headed West.

I felt dirty, sullied. I desperately wanted a cold, STRONG drink and a long hot shower. Maybe an enema.

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I seethed at my own weakness and searched my soul.

I had submitted.

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Why had I not just headed back the way I came, guided by my honor, higher principles and in rescue of my dignity?

Why had I felt compelled to take the photo instead of flipping him off?

How could I possibly blog of such a self-inflicted humiliation?

What was the message here?

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And... at that very moment... I swear, as I breathe...

I looked upwards, and was answered.

"This is the message you need to send out":

Coincidence?

Huh!

I thinketh not!

Mercifully the tinted windows on the car were up and I did not have to actually gaze at his evilness in the flesh.

Otherwise I would be gouging out my eyes with a red hot poker right now.

Seriously.