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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Florida Sucks
Category: Blogging


I need to vent; I've kept this to myself pretty much all this time and I've got to let it out. I think the people of Florida, for the most part, suck. SUCK. Mean, combative, greedy, stupid. It's a bad combination and bodes poorly for the future of the good old US of A. Silicone tits and collagen lips and nothing of substance going on between the two.

I went to Macy's for the first time in eons. I remember it was a pretty nice store with beautiful things and shiny polished floors. A far cry from the usual pedestrian venue of Walmart. I cruised past jewellery as I am wont to do in any retail outlet; I gotta check out the bling to see what's hot and what's not. I saw this amazing pendant in the cabinet. A small card said there was a sale on; "reserve your fine jewellery now". A lot of delicate, ornate jewellery made of yellow gold. Gold is so expensive now that to cut the cost of making the piece, filigree work and pierced designs are making a big comeback so that you get the Big look without the added weight and cost. There was this amazing pendant there. About 2 inches across with a lot of filigree and milgrain; it had fair substance and was covered pretty effectively with bead set small melee diamonds set in the fashion of stones close together to give the appearance of a larger stone. Don't know what that technique is called. So I looked around for a sales clerk and a woman came over at last and asked me if I wanted to see something. It was about 9 minutes to 9 o'clock; closing time. I said I wanted to see the fabulous pendant. I asked her casually where it was made. And she said in the coldest, disaffected haughty tone she had absolutely no idea except that it was stamped 14 ct gold. I said that a piece of that size and complexity should be stamped. And again she protested that they never know where the jewellery comes from. I said that a piece of jewellery of that size and cost ($4000) most assuredly should have some indication of where it was made and who the artist was. An initial, a hallmark, something. I was thinking; if I sold jewellery that was similar to that I'd pretty damn well make sure I knew something about the piece in order to sell it. Don't you think? I walked around a bit and then came back and said to her quietly, looking at her name tag (it said Elsie, what else, tall and blond and 60ish, she looked very dour and German) and I said, when you sell a piece of jewellery for $4000 don't you think it would help to know something about the provenance? I said that I would come back the next day with my own loupe and examine the piece for clues as to who made it or where it was made. So typical of the American mind, think nothing of the thing just acquire it and put it on a shelf and forget about it. I told her I've been too long in the US; I found just about everybody rude, combative, disaffected, grasping, greedy, aggressive, careless, just about scraping the barrel for adjectives to describe the complete loss of moral compass facing the US populace. Moreover, I've been here how many weeks and I haven't heard a word about anyone's personal contact with the Iraq war. Could the Americans be acquiring the disaffectation and hard outer shell that the Israelis have been so long masters at? Maybe. When I see my little Anoles running around the shed; I see God but when I look at the typical American in a mall or on the street in their stylish shiny Lexus I see the essence of death. It's true.