When Vanity Fair writer and Manhattanite James Wolcott says he roots for hurricanes, he's not talking about the University of Miami football team. He means real hurricanes. He gets a charge out of their smashing their way across Florida, crushing out life.
My mother calls people like that "life-haters." They're also called sociopaths.
I'm grateful that I can feel pain for people other than myself. Even people in New York.
It lets me know I'm still a human and not some empty shell.
Too bad we couldn't put him on one of the Islands in the Caribbean that get hit really hard, in a little grass shack - just in time for a nice force 5 hurricane to blow right over his ignorant, arrogant ass of a head.
Posted by: suzeisnotfooledbyislam at September 6, 2004 05:16 PMYou know, at least the wacky Save the Whales or No Nukes groups believed that life was something good and valuable. This guy wants us all dead.
Posted by: Donnah at September 6, 2004 07:13 PMI wish:
Ivan turns into the worlds tiniest hurricane ever and hits only him.
What an ass.
Posted by: ArklahomBoy at September 6, 2004 08:07 PMMr Wolcott, like a lot of yankees, would benefit immensely from a good old-fashion beating.
Posted by: robin at September 6, 2004 10:01 PMlol
Posted by: ArklahomBoy at September 7, 2004 12:31 PMPlease, don't judge all us 'yankees' by the manhanttanites. We who lived on Long Island dealt with our own foul weather and would NEVER wish a hurricane on anyone. Asshole. I agree...he needs a beating! :)
Posted by: beautymrgn at September 11, 2004 11:54 AM