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New York Shitty Day Starter: Four More Years?!?

November 7, 2012 ·
Filed under: 11206, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art 

This would appear be the case. Congratulations, President Obama!

The Word On The Street, Part I: Special Election Day Edition

November 6, 2012 ·
Filed under: 11211, The Word On The Street, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn 

From South 6 Street.

New York Shitty Day Starter: Special Election Day Edition

November 6, 2012 ·
Filed under: 10003, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Manhattan, New York City 

Happy Election Day

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Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: High Five

November 4, 2012 ·
Filed under: 11211, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn 

From North 9 Street.

Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Pick A Winner

October 31, 2012 ·
Filed under: 11211, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn 

From Driggs Avenue.

Spotted On Franklin Street: WANTED

October 15, 2012 ·
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art 

I have stumbled upon a great many of these flyers in north Brooklyn of late. This one hails from the intersection of Green Street and Franklin Street. Those who care to do so can view the above missive (which unfortunately has misspelled the word “constitutional”) in larger format by clicking here.

The Word On The Street, Part II: A Southside PSA

From Leonard Street.

Spotted At Bedford Avenue & North 7 Street: LaRouchebags

This morning I awakened in a state not unlike the previous four before: tired. However, there was one crucial difference this time around; I was also very, SERIOUSLY, cold. Neither a whiff nor a sputter of heat was to be had. Not that the “girls” (as I call them) seemed to mind; they were quite perky. Yes, gentle readers, winter has arrived at Chez Shitty. With a two titty salute! But I digress.

The rest of me got up, made a pot of coffee, threw on some thermal underwear and mulled over what I was going to do today. Given the choice between being miserably cold indoors and miserably cold outdoors, I decided the latter was the more palatable option. So I took a walk.

Before I proceed with my story I would like to point out that unlike a number of people, when I feel like being left alone I leave my apartment. Sometimes I need a break from the rigors of my inbox. It is on our city’s not-so-mean streets that I find much-needed solitude— with one notable exception: Bedford Avenue.

Perhaps it is due to the fact I am “old”, bereft any noticeable tattoos, piercings and/or a hangover that I fit the “profile” of someone who gives a shit (READ: a registered voter). This is the only reason I can muster as to why I attract any and all canvassers with a clipboard/hucksters with cause— however laudable or insane— along this strip.

What transpired this morning is no exception. But this time I was ready.

Ever had one of those moments when something inside of you snaps and you break into peals of prepubescent-esque giggling? Well, that is what happened when I stumbled upon the above juxtaposition of a Pabst Blue Ribbon delivery truck…

and a table staffed by two 20-somethings spreading the good news about Lyndon LaRouche.

LAROUCHEPSTERS!

I thought to myself. And doubled over into another (albeit self-induced) fit of demented cackling.

Call it sleep deprivation (it probably is), but I found their poster calling for the impeachment of Barack NERObama (sporting devil horns, no less) and the above item (I’m not happy with our current Commander in Chief— but a Hitler mustache— REALLY?) utterly hilarious. My amusement did not go unnoticed by the chaps staffing said table either:

Me (laughing): Aw man!

Do you know the similarities between Barack Obama and Dick Cheney?

The LaRouchepster asked. To wit I replied with a smile:

No, I just didn’t know LaRouche was out of jail.*

(silence)

When I called the Mister to tell him about my merry-making, I mistakenly called these folks Libertarians. He corrected me as follows:

They’re LaRouchians. That’s even worse.

THE END

*Actually I do know this. However, admitting as much would have spoiled all the fun! This post is dedicated to Pa Heather.

From The New York Shitty Inbox: And Now A Message From Our President

May 16, 2011 ·
Filed under: Area 51, New York City 

Christine (who forwarded me the above item writes):

Dear Miss Heather,

After months, no make that years, of texts at all hours of the day always asking for me to do something or send in money or such. Today, I received this message from our President.   It has made it all worth it.

Please feel free to share with your readers.

I wonder what Michelle thinks of this?

Miss Heather

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