I’m travelling with my family in New York City this week, and had quite a bit of fun in Times Square. It really does have a carnival atmosphere. There’s a giant Jack in the Beanstalk, a Ferris Wheel in Toys R Us, Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum, and they even have a new House of Horrors called the DEA Museum.
Yes, apparently the DEA has done such great things for the country that their efforts need to be memorialized with exhibits and displays of their good works. I haven’t had a chance to stop in yet, but I’m lookiing forward to checking out the video of them breaking into invalid-care hospices in riot gear and dragging away recovering cancer and polio patients in handcuffs. I expect to really be wowed by the life-size dioramas of death squads funded by DEA money killing farmers and peasants in villages in Central America. I know my kids can hardly wait to see the gallery of houses, cars and other property seized by the DEA without due process because marijuana was found on the premises even if it was just dropped over a fence by a fleeing suspect. I assume admission is free, paid for by money seized from people who were violating the law and automatically subject to forfeit of all their cash because they were carrying more than $10,000 and therefore assumed to be carrying drug money. I even hear they have a dramatic Constitution shredding staged every half hour.
It ought to be the highlight of our trip to the Big Apple. I know nothing lifts my spirits more than pictures of handcuffed invalids and AIDS victims being shoved in the back of paddy wagons at gunpoint. It makes me so glad we have the DEA to protect us from ourselves, but I wonder when deeds which should be done and stay in darkness became something deserving of recognition in a museum.