Second in the 2008 set of the Shredded Series sees more of the same photos. More shredded on metal. A bit of Magic Johnson from before his out gay son in the horrible trend of men in heels.

It’s not that it’s a bad thing, it’s just not transgressive enough. And when I think of the people who follow this trend I think of less than legendary Paris is Burning wannabes. Wannabes with an IQ glass ceiling in the low double digits. Fashion Queens, I am talking to you.

More of those shots on metal shredded to pieces. A bit of an art piece of a militaristic violin in a patriotic case. Pulled down by someone who perhaps understood it and felt offended. I didn’t quite understand it and definitely wasn’t offended. But irrational offense doesn’t wash over me ever.

It’s strange why street art causes some people to react violently in New York. Why paint over someone else’s piece or tear a paper piece down? Sometimes the paper is torn because someone is trying to get the whole piece and take it home. A good thing that ends badly.

Other times it’s just the defacement of defacement. A fair game in which all participants are rendered equal. All advantages rendered moot in the face of waves of future generations. Waves of people who will rename and rewrite ideas you died for.