One little steam pipe blows and it's the end of the world

So I'm sure most of you have heard about the steam pipe explosion we had here in New York yesterday. An 83 year old pipe blew on 41st Street and Lexington Avenue right next to Grand Central and all hell broke loose. It was fun for a while because there was a small chance more pipes would go if they didn't shut it down in the right order.

But when you hear the words explosion and midtown Manhattan we automatically assume terrorism. That's how paranoid they have made us become. A broken pipe can't be a broken pipe. It has to be something else. The powers that be want us to be afraid, but who can be afraid when our supposed enemy is a guy who has probably been dead for a good five years. Oh yeah Osama came out of hiding last week...oh wait it was a video from 2001 BUT HEY HE'S STILL OUT THERE.

Yeah and you wanna know why he's still out there? Because Mr. I want him Dead or Alive let him escape. So because of that every time a steam pipe bursts we have to wonder was it the 85 year old pipes or was it a bomb.

Honestly if I were President and I vowed to bring Bin Laden in dead or alive and I gave up on doing that I would have resigned a long time ago. To bad Bush and Cheney don't care about integrity or anything.

Ah well here's to the next terror scare or broken water main that. We'll be on pins and needles just like they want us to be.