the bastard would like to talk about his hood for a minute...
i live in a spaceship in long island city 3 blocks away from the east river...
and while it didn't garner as much press as what's happened down by the rock...
we took it on the chin when sandy came through...
we took on some water...
which wrecked our electric.
my neighbors and i were homeless-ish for two weeks...
and fortunately, we're all getting back to normal.
we were lucky.
but here's the rub.
there is this local blog that i USED to go to for my local info that went to my building during the post storm mayhem to "get the scoop" on the extent of my building's damages.
we're a new building...
we're not all sold...
we'd like the rest of the building get sold...
but this sort of thing sets us back as a community, so our people politely said no...
the muckraker who writes this blog presses harder, saying he's providing a "service to the community" by providing photos that are fit for disaster tourists of all stripes and those of the kind of carnage that would definitely hinder other new buildings in the area from EVER becoming profitable anytime soon.
i'm sure the powerhouse and the yard are real fucking grateful for that.
so after this bit of leverage from the muckraker, our people respond with a sterner "no comment" which hurt his widdle feelings.
so in what the bastard can only imagine was in a crying fit of babylike proportions, he wrote an angry post about our building...
you know...
as a service to the community.
a service...
you know?
muckraker.
this prompted the ire of both residents and local who felt that this "service" was unwarranted...
perhaps uncalled for...
trolls responded to the counter...
and i'm convince those trolls were the very author of the post as they all centered around how the blog provides a service to the community and we should all move on.
i mused to myself, does the muckraker hav e a thesaurus in which to alter his constant refrain regardless of what the name of the troll who posted in response.
i eventually, commented an invitation to lunch to the author of one unkind cut.
said we should meet up...
have some lunch...
chat about the local issues...
like muckraking...
and local bloggers who flew through a storefront window as a service to the community.
muckraker.
but i digress, when the bastard moved back into the building, he decided to let it go, glad to be home again.
this post garned the most comments in the pitiful history of the blog so it was not surprising that when my building was mentioned in a post on curbed that he felt the need to repost it as his own content.
or at least as a "i'm neither good at writing nor am i good at generating my own content but, i sure did like all of that attention i got the last time i slagged off on that building that hurt my feelings so left me just repost it"
muckraker.
so to the blog, i linked to today but won't bother mentioning...
please go directly to die...
you won't be missed i assure you.
now i have work in the publishing world to finish up now...
so run along now to your amateur photography and your bitchy posts.
—the bastard
