January 7, 2005

HPVES: A Life Form That Cries Out for Extinction

To live in Manhattan for any length of time is to know just how disgusting the people that make up the United Nations really are. You are reminded, not by the large issues such as corruption and bribery, but by the small ones. The constant little motorcades of insignificant functionaries of irrelevant countries scurrying to or from an unessential meeting or cocktail reception. The "Diplomatic" plates given to the cars of the seventh son of the second wife of the "Honorable" and Abominable No-man. The palatial luxury seen at townhouses purchased with a poor country's money for the chief diplomat's first son's mistress. You see it all. You attend the receptions. You listen to the chatter. And, if you are not so inclined at the beginning, you become -- over time -- revolted by the whole vile charade of treating a tower of kleptocrats to the best views, housing and restuarants in Manhattan for the sake of "continuing the dialogue." Indeed, you come to understand that they are, all, root and branch, the lifeforms so ably described in Diplomad in The "Turd" World And The High Priest Vulture Elite:

Seeing these UNocrats perched at the table, whispering to each other, back-slapping, shaking hands, they seemed like a periodic reunion of old cynical Mafia chieftains or mercenaries who run into each other in different hot spots, as they move from one slaughter to another, "How are you? Haven't seen you since Bosnia . . .." As the hours wore on, however, and I nervously doodled in my note pad, shifted in my chair, looked at my watch, and thought about all the real work I had to do that evening, I decided that, no, labeling them mafiosos or mercenaries was much too kind. They seemed more to be the progeny resulting from a mating between a mad oracle and a giant carrion-eater. They were akin to some sort of ancient mythical Greco-Roman-Aztec-Wes Craven-Egyptian-bird-god that demands constant sacrifice and feeding, and speaks in riddles which only it can solve. Yes, I decided, the UNocrats are great hideous vultures, roused from their caves in the European Alps and in the cement canyons and peaks of Manhattan by the stench of death in the Turd World. They leisurely take flight toward the smell of death; circle, and then swoop down, screeching UNintelligble nonsense. They arrive and immediately force others, e.g., the American tax payer, to build them new exclusive nests in the midst of poverty, and make themselves fat on the flesh of the dead. My friends, allow The Diplomad to present to you The High Priest Vulture Elite (HPVE).
And so Dipolmad does in this and other masterful postings on the site.

I know all this just speaks to the converted when it comes to expunging the United Nations from the surface of the planet, but still it seems that the converted grow year by year and that, if these useless lifeforms continue to be exposed, it will at the least forward motion towards their extinction.

Last week I was speaking to a friend concerning the current transparent attempts by the United Nations to wrest control of the relief efforts and stencil "UN" over everything. He allowed that just evicting them from the East River tower would open up some valuable condo opportunities with great views. I disagreed. "You can't ask normal people to actually live in that structure. The crimes there are so great and go back so many years that the karma alone would make every night there like a re-run of 13 Ghosts. The only solution is to topple the whole thing into the East River so it can, at least, serve as a marine habitat and help clean up the East River. After about ten years of tides scrub it clean, of course."

Posted by Vanderleun at January 7, 2005 11:22 AM
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I have thought about what to do with the UN building, and have come up with a couple of differing ideas. Besides simply blowing the thing up, you can:

1) Turn it into a museum, along the lines of Auschwitz, highlighting the horrors supported by the institution durings its tenure upon the Earth.

2) Turn it into New York's first legal Brothel. Oh wait...

3)Use it as a naval firing range for ships to use their guns on. After all, since we can't use Porto Rico, why not use something closer to home?

4) Make it into a giant homeless shelter, to help deal with the huge numbers of bums wandering around New York streets. The clientele of the place would improve greatly after such a transformation.

Posted by: Final Historian at January 7, 2005 12:38 PM