Selfies Are the Dividing Line

There is no more powerful force in the universe than the fucking wonder of me. You unleash the social media shit beast, you can’t bitch about where it feeds. New York papers are chiding the number of tools who decided that last week’s East Village gas explosion that killed at least a few people was the perfect backdrop for a selfie. Some guy commented that this kind of loathsome selfie taking encapsulates all that is wrong with New Yorkers. Obviously rampant STDs and nine dollar Whoppers don’t bother that guy much. One selfie chick at the deadly fire wrote an apology because people recognized her and she works pretty high up Democratic state politics:

I am deeply sorry for my careless and distasteful post. It was inconsiderate to those hurt in the crash and to the city of New York. What happened last week in the East Village is not to be taken lightly and I regret my course of action.

She certainly sounds carefully worded very sorry. She forgot the part where she wished she had offered to help out rather than smiling like a dullard in front of the explosion scene. Any half-decent Kennedy family member understands this prime time opportunity. Get a shovel and go dig something not particularly useful. Roll up your sleeves and look concerned. It’s not that hard. This is what makes Presidents.

Photo credit: Instagram (above), Twitter (below)