Well, the Glenn Beck moronathon, aka retardapalooza or stupidstock, which he called the “Restore Honor to America” rally, is now over. I’m not sure if honor is restored or not, but he promised there would be a miracle and there was no miracle (although he said in his speech “this is the moment that American begins to turn back to God,” which is sort of a standard thing to say if you are a religious fanatic giving a speech to a bunch of other religious fanatics, but hardly a miracle). He also said there would be 300,000 people there and the most generous estimates I heard put the crowd at about 10,000 (still a frighteningly high number). Anyway, enough about that.
I had to run some errands today and found myself in a part of town I don’t know well, which is always an interesting thing in Prague. I’ve lived here 12 years and there are still areas I don’t know well. Anyway, if you get out of the Metro at Vyšehrad, but not on the Vyšehrad side, so you´re over by the Hotel Corinth, there´s a path going down the hill and I realized I´d never been that way before. It eventually winds up down in Nusle, but took me through a quiet, seemingly forgotten neighborhood along the way. Then I caught a tram and got my bearings again and decided I´d change to the Metro at Palackeho Naměsti and head home, but…
That´s right next to the river and it seemed like a lovely day for a walk so I figured I´d walk along the river and then take the Metro from Narodni Trida, but I was daydreaming and it was pleasant seeing all of the tourist activity, the people getting on the jazzboat, some gallery space in one of those literal hole in the wall spaces by the embankment being redone, a very weird sculpture of Christ on the Cross made out of shoes, and so I kept walking for a bit and before you know it I was past the Hilton where it all starts to turn wild again and then I walked through that area where there are all the halfway demolished buildings that homeless people are squatting in and there are hobo camps among the bushes and I saw a man with white hair and no pants coming out of one of those buildings climbing over the rubble but the weird part is he didn´t really look like a homeless guy, he looked more like an eccentric college professor who just happened to be wandering around a garbage dump with no pants.
Then I got to Invalidovna and that was that. I guess I sort of knew when I didn´t get on the Metro at Palackeho that I was going to walk home, because sometimes it just works out that way.
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