steven weissman
Fuck the Ducks. Fuck your laughing. Fuck your leering. Fuck your happiness. I live on a boat near the public access ramp the Ride the Ducks vehicles use to enter Lake Union. I can stand on my front porch and see five at a time. The guides take their craft mere feet from my front porch. Are those tourists thinking about what an idyllic life has appeared before them? Well, in the great irony of tourism, their presence destroys the very thing they are trying to appreciate. Two years ago, I could take the joke. But their business has expanded so much that it is not EVEN funny. I can hear them coming ALL DAY. Like the ticking of Captain Hook’s crocodile…