Freedom that dares not speak its name.

Or something. Careful and considered writing at this point seems pretty useless in the face of “an uplifting story of decency triumphing over depravity“. All that really is left to be said is that the mealy-mouthed fools who penned Pataki’s statement had the good sense — if it can be called that — to not use the full name of the banned institution, which will be honored here, since clearly there is no place for it in a world of… well, I guess the city must wait for new instructions from Decency Central. Decency. Like ashes in the mouth, absent any sense humanity or rationality, we suffer this idiocy. Every new drop in the pool of evidence is greeted with the vicious denial that demands we ignore what is plain to see in the day and downright terrifying in the night. Strike up the violins.

UPDATE: Turns out Pataki wasn’t so circumspect (full text, via The Real Estate), but the whole statement is such a pile of unmitigated dung that it’s even worse that the avoidance presumed from the excerpt in the Times. I guess we can look forward to Debra Burlingame patrolling the “memorial quadrant” for years to come to insure ‘decency.’ She’d better, because I’ll be there, to tell a story of cowardice and shame. What’s next? A city ordinance restricting speech about anything that doesn’t venerate the hallowedness of 9/11 victims and their clamoring for sanctification relations? Really. If we can’t put a picture of MLK in a building, can I wear a tee shirt with him on it? Have any of these people heard of the First Fucking Amendment?

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