Hector

How about the poor salmon who die trying to ascend its purple slopes? Do they think it's beautiful? How many trees died to build this thing? Do the homeless songbirds warble as slow starvation paralyzes them in the barren woods? Why a monument to poured concrete? Instead of this temple to Neptune, the sponge artist could have built 1000 new concrete houses for poor people, or 10 basketball courts for rich players at their mansions. What about noise pollution? The place used to be quiet, except for the cars overhead. I cry for the lost David's and Mona Lisa's sacrificed for this atrocious assault upon the traditions of human sensibility. This attempt to mitigate and medicate the frayed nerves of New Yorkers, who all suck except those who have lived there about a year and a half, constitutes aid and abetment to the Al Qaeda terrorists who gaze upon its soothing shores. Imagine my disgust when on this Fourth of July I perchanced upon this ode to foreign influence within our unprotected borders. Let us hope that the regular board again soon occupies my attention with news of another draft or another ill-begotten theft of a team.