DC: A Great Place To Be Or A Hell-Hole Infested With Pretentious D-Bags, Homeless Drunks, And Tourists?
At a party in Virginia over the weekend, the three Destroy DCers were asked a very interesting question: “Why is your blog called ‘Destroy DC?’ Do you hate DC?” The two original destroyers responded “No. We meant ‘destroy’ in a good way…like we want to have lots of fun. And we think it sounds cool.” What I think they meant to say was “we want to blow DC’s FUCKING MIND by having such a good time. “
This is not what we meant.
However, after pondering the question for a few days, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am undecided about this city. There are lots of other blogs that have made up their minds, and I have been checking them out to see which side to join.
Stay-At-Home Mom Who Never Rides The Bus Is Pissed About Ads On Bus
In the Examiner this morning, there was a rebuttal to the “Why believe in a god?” ads. The focus was on this house wife with three kids who was just so darn mad about the ads, she decided to do something about it! Her and some Christian friends got together, including the Center for Family Development, and are now going to run their own ad campaign! Their ad asks “Why Believe? Because I created you and I love you, for goodness’ sake.” They raised enough good ol’ godly money to pay for four weeks of ads on/in 200 buses.
Is it just me or is this fucking ridiculous?
She's cooking an atheist in that oven.
Christmas Is Getting Creepy
As I mentioned yesterday, Christmas is just getting weird. People are dead, my mom is crying, and now…there’s this…
SANTA? Whaaaaaat?
This is the new Santa…oh excuse me CLAUS…according to this stupid phone.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, PALM CENTRO?
DC Hates God And I Couldn’t Be Happier
Yesterday I was riding the bus and I noticed this ad:
Is this what Santa really looks like?
When I first saw it, I said to myself “WTF?” Maybe I’m just an idiot but I was confused, mostly because I’ve never seen an ad questioning Christmas/Christianity/organized religion in such a way. But my confusion was cleared up this morning when I picked up a copy of The Examiner. Front page: RAISING HELL OVER BUS AD-Complaints pour in about atheists’ campaign.
Five Questions You Should Never Ask Someone Wearing Giant Headphones, Especially If You Are A Sketchy Russian Man Who Is Drunk At 7:30 AM
It took me an hour to make this in paint, so please respect the advice the tiny head and gigantic headphones are giving you.
1. Is this bus going to ______? (insert wherever the bus marquee clearly states it will be heading.)
2. What are you listening to?
3. In response to “you wouldn’t know it,” Is that because it is angry music?
4. Is your family from Europe?
5. Where are your parents from in Europe? Oh…they’re American? I thought from your American accent and your answer to question 4, “yeah like 5 generations ago,” you were actually European. I thought maybe we could discuss how much we have in common, like because members of your family may or may not be from a country on the same continent as mine.
Actually, fuck it. Just don’t ever talk to someone wearing headphones. Whether you are drunk or not, chances are, someone listening to music would rather continue do so. But cheap beer-breath and cheesy compliments may make the situation worse.
–kal
Living In D.C. Is Slowly Killing My Gentle Spirit Because The People Here Only Wear Ugly Business Suits
She seems so happy in her suit jacket, but inside she's dying.
I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, or if it’s just me, but people in D.C. really have horrible style. Actually that’s a little harsh…It’s more like…they are just aesthetically boring. I guess their intellect and political aptitude makes up for the fact that they look the most uninteresting people on the planet. Read the rest of this entry »
When You Speed-Read Three Books, You Burn Off The Calorie Equivalent Of Five Peanuts
If Kobe Bryant is actually a woman with long, black hair and bad make-up, I saw him in Barnes and Noble.
After a long morning of picking up job applications on M Street in Georgetown, I stopped in Barnes and Noble to read some magazines. I sat down in the cafe with a New York Magazine and began to read. All of a sudden, my eyes were attacked. There was a women, at least 50 years old, standing in front of the table next to me. My first assumption was she came straight from the gym, at least, that’s what her outfit suggested. She had on bright purple leggings, a purple tee-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tucked under her arm pits, white sneakers with purple stripes, tiny white socks, and grey ankle warmers. Even if this women had just been working out, it was about 95 degrees outside. The ankle warmers were unnecessary, to say the least, but that’s besides the point.
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