You know, I've spent alot of time and effort deliberately avoiding the city. And what happens? I end up being forced to come here due to circumstances entirely beyond my control.
So far, I've seen nothing. A bomb-sniffing dog. A checkpoint. BIG EASY-TO-READ SIGNS in the Hoboken train station, accompanied by squads of brightly-vested NJ Transit employees.
Downtown, it's quiet.
Too quiet.
Any minute now, I expect to be swept up in some leftist mayhem. They'll bubble up the elevator shafts like the Blob, overwhelm me at my cubicle, and bury me in a pile of poorly-lettered signs and giant puppets. Then I'll be zip-cuffed and thrown into L'il Gitmo with the rest of the rabble, my cries of "Dammit, I'm an NRA member!" lost among the shouts of the busted and forlorn.
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UPDATE: Yes, I did indeed get some evil-lovely crispy-fat General Tso's from Miscellaneous Chinese Place #76.
No, you can't have any of that, either.
