Posthuman Blues

I was admiring a BMW motorcycle this evening when suddenly I realized there was a fight going on a few yards away. There was a cinematic "smack" as a biker guy landed a pretty good one on another biker guy's face. Things looked promising. I postponed my examination of the BMW to enjoy the fight.

But then, instead of seeing the brawl through to its testosterone-soaked conclusion, the combatants recoiled in sudden panic and started arguing and bitching over who started it. I heard one of them yelling about "assault" -- and, soon enough, one of the bikers had been cuffed by Plaza security. How pathetic. Have these guys never seen "The Wild One"? If you're going to fight, fight, damnit. If you're going to moan about legalities, at least wait until the other guy's unconscious and bleeding on the sidewalk.

To make matters even more sickening, onlookers were talking about the aborted conflict in tones of hushed reverence when they should have been waving their fists and shouting for blood. Better yet, they should have gotten in on the action before security had a chance to squelch it. What the hell's wrong with people these days?