If a sculptor received a commission to design a large and very realistic donkey's penis, a penis that appeared to be urinating, a base to resemble folds of excess skin with a shapely knot on the other end, then to reflect an upside down world, install it upside down.

The sculptor's first question might be, "How big do you mean when you say large?" If the answer came back, "Monstrously big, big enough to tower over the NO.1 city in the NO.1 country in the world," the SCUlptor would then have to answer, "You don't need me, such a thing already exists. You'll find it in New York City sitting atop the Empire State BUilding. It even spews forth, on a spindly lattice steel tower that is in itself highly suggestive of piss, electronic waste matter. Waste matter that can render you as brain dead as if you had drowned in an ocean of real piss."

I grow weary with people who find phallic symbols under every bush. This monster in steel and concrete is obviously no obscure obelisk or stele in some obscure location. The realism is beyond symbolism, proclaiming a message that is crystal clear. NYC has more than its share of Dicks and Asses.

Example #1: Home to the U. N., the greatest collection of dicks and asses ever assembled in one place, a cesspool of deadly vipers and hypocrites whose agenda is World Domination.

Their legacy to mankind will be untold suffering and over five billion deaths. These dicks and asses are oblivious to reality, their delusions of grandeur fueled by plush luxury, limos and chartered jets. Provided, of course, by the masses, the little asses, who can't afford a taxi on a rainy day... Dicks and Asses.

Another example: NYC, America's stronghold of liberalism - a fool's religion, practiced by asses, ministered by dicks... Dicks and Asses.

In life, as in a Verdi opera, Comedy and Tragedy go hand in hand. Nineveh's warning came in the guise of a bleached-out spectacle called Jonah. NYC's warning came in the gUise of an oversized donkey's dick. The tragedy: no one in N.Y. listened.