CORNY ISLAND - CRASS BEACH BITCHES ON PARADE

"DUMBING DOWNNNNNNNN..."

Is that the call from the Elevator Operator from Hell?

Or is it a sociologist remarking on the Average Asshole's need for more holidays, less work, and stupider leisure time activities?

Saturday, way off on Coney Island in Brooklyn, they've adopted an annoying summer version of the various "Halloween Parades." It's a "Mermaid" Parade, some pagan idiot Mardis Gras bullshit that allows low-class neighborhood sluts and gumba hooligans and douchebags to be vulgar in public.

While some people are concerned that this shit goes on in broad daylight, the broads and bozos who "march" in the parade or cheer from the sidelines out-number the "prudes." Besides, anything that "blows off steam" or "promotes the neighborhood" has to be GOOD.

Just as every stupid Brit knows to go to Spain to be an idiot, or maybe "party" in Aruba till some Dutch van Der Sloot does some rape and murder, every low-class American knows about "Spring Break" in Florida, the legendary Mardis Gras of New Orleans, and little mini freak shows like the Halloween Parade on the evening of October 3rd, or this cheap daylight tackiness kicking off the summer.

AYYYYYYYY, just put some pasties over your nipples, and you're good to go.

Public nudity is now common even in Times Square, with painted up idiots getting a few dollars to pose with tourists. So at low class parades like this, or gay/lesbian parades, mental midgets get a thrill out of cheap exhibitionism.

Look like fun? The obnoxious hipsters in their stupid hats and sunglasses? The dorky guys in costumes. The jerky little ducklings who don't realize that it's no great trick to get stares for mincing around with bare or painted tits? Miss Silver above, doesn't care that her teeth look very yellow with that make-up, or that she'd get the same looks if she weighed 200 pounds.

Many prefer the "old days" of Times Square. If you wanted to see nudity, it wasn't jiggling at you, unwanted, from Puerto Rican ninnies in red-white-and-blue body paint smirking and demanding a dollar. You'd walk into a peep show, put a quarter in a slot, look through a slit and see a slut. A quick tonic: 30 seconds of some bimbo faintly dancing around, or lying on a turntable flashing gash. More? Go to another room in the scumatorium, where dollar phone booths offered more time and specific requests. Having a red light district kept nudity off the main streets and preserved the notion that sex was forbidden, nasty, and exciting. NOW? Idiot bitches stand next to some vendor of stinky halal food.

It wasn't worth MY time to spend an hour on a fucking subway just to photograph a dimwit bitch in body paint. Any desperate guy really think he'll get a minute to say "wanna go to a movie" to a preening tart sliding by with glued nipples? But for many who like being loud, rowdy and boorish in public this is their idea of a good time.

Where were the mothers of these girls at the Coney Island parade? Well, having retired from Times Square peep show work, those women are now comatose alcoholics who aren't even aware they had children...now grown up and flaunting it FREEEE.