The devastating fire in the Bronx yesterday that resulted in 23 serious injuries, including two deaths, is tragic, and the details are horrific, like the final scene in Backdraft where they’re on that collapsing scaffolding and the guy is like “Give me your hand,” even though they are enemies, but he does, and then it’s like so tense and there’s fire everywhere and you’re like “Jesus Christ! Get out of there!” We continue to have nothing but the most profound respect and admiration for firefighters.
But can we just say this: fuck dollar stores! Fuck them. And before you get on your high moral horse and talk about the work that dollar stores do to alleviate the economic pressures of life in impoverished neighborhoods, please answer this: how many bunches of silk flowers, American bald eagle stencils, bags of confetti, and three-packs of glue sticks do you need? No. Fuck them.
Dollar Stores: the new Hitler.
In Instant, Routine Became Disaster in Bronx Fire [NYT]