The Hudson River on the west side of Manhattan reportedly has twelve feet of shit on its bottom, and a permit from the US Corp of Engineers is needed to disturb it for pier construction and repair -- and to extend the island for yet another criminal expansion for the public good: next up is another hotshit Guggenheim satellite museum by Frank Gehry to match his Balboa big holer. Many sewage lines of the West Side still dump raw sewage into the river while plans for new sewer systems languish for lack of funding -- the most recent plant on the Hudson cost in excess of $1 billion, has a park on top, is an architectural award winner, and still stinks like Madonna in church. Though less than the surrounding nabes from which the gagging aliens flee to the shit plant deck which is a 100 feet above the river and offers Titanic like panoramas, that is, far enough above the river that the night's floaters/skin-bros are overlookable. Tis true that rivers and oceans are prosperity's sewage treatment system, as ever, the best recycling system ever confected by nature to handle the effluvia of progress, for refreshing water, air and importing cheap-labor illegals (now how to stop them fucking for recreation, their brats siphoning our hard-stole American birthright to profit by the globe's suffering, hurray we got Ks of Terrorist Nukes). Still, environmental terrorism is booming. Cleanup of the National Security Apparatus will take decades and $ trillions. Health damage remediation will take many times that. Shit in streets is a puny task in comparison to those, not even worth planning for -- well, dog shit is a big headache in Guiliani's disorderly mind. Yes, NYC as with other large cities are dumps for the rest of the country. Yes, going to the country makes me gag -- pity the poor rubes, how can they bear the lack of civilized rot and stench. Oh well, it's TCM's evolution in action: only shit-innoculated mutants will inhale the sublime Y2K halitosis of the programmers of built-in breakdown, vainglorious national planners.