We need to post our own messages!

The idiocy of Democratic mayors is hard to countenance anymore. That black lesbian in Chicago, the beta douche in Portland, the incompetent bint in Atlanta and the supreme douchenozzle in New York.

All of them are promoting and abetting the animals and rioters of Black Lives Matter and Antifa. Any rioter arrested is released without charges and the cops are arrested for trying to stop the rioters. Homeowners who stand off the Mob at their homes are arrested and the evidence tampered with to convict them.

Now President Trump is sending federal officers to protect federal property and take proactive measures to arrest rioters. Some of the Mayors are losing their shit. DeBlasio says he is going to sue to keep the Feds out. What a tool.

I honestly don't think New York can recover. Or most of the major cities that have ceded their streets to the animals. You see companies are realizing that they can get the same production from some people working at home. You don't need to pay rent. You don't need to risk sexual harassment or racism suits. You can eliminate the need for the city. It is estimated that New York City real estate has lost 35% of its value. People are leaving in droves.

I hate to say it but Billy Joel was a fucking prophet.

"$30 hot dog man gets fired"

“He told me he charged the people $2 a hot dog. He lied to me.”

Ahmed Mohammed — whose fluctuating frank prices ranged from $3 to $30 near the World Trade Center — was also fleecing owners of the food cart, his boss Abdelalim Abdelbaky, 22, told The Post.

“Nobody would give him a job and he came to me. [But] I lost money — and I lost some customers,” he said, adding he even let Mohammed stay rent-free at his home in Jersey City... Mohammed targeted people with accents near Greenwich and Albany streets, according to NBC.

In one case he tried to charge a New Yorker with a French accent $15 for a pretzel and a hot dog. In another, he asked $30 for a hot dog and a Dr Pepper.

I paid $5 one time for a hotdog. I made the mistake of not asking the price first. Lesson learned.

NYT: A Guide to New York’s Hidden Oases of Calm

"Somewhere in Manhattan, a lone peacock struts past the quince and laurel in a churchyard garden; further uptown, a Beaux-Arts mansion opens its doors onto a massive, storied collection of Spanish art; in Brooklyn, hung-over yogis rise and unroll their mats under a ceiling draped in silk. These are the sorts of tranquil scenes toward which Siobhan Wall’s “Quiet New York” (Frances Lincoln, out today)— a slim, illustrated guide to the city’s “hidden corners and unexpected vistas” — steers both tourists and natives seeking solace and refuge in a city where both are hard to come by."

Wave Hill A former country estate in the Bronx

‘Quiet’ and ‘New York’ are two terms rarely uttered in tandem, but why not? These are the days when blogs detail the best places to publicly cry in the city, when it’s revealed that, among the nacho stands and Nets gear, the Barclays Center contains a meditation room. In its subtle and unassuming manner, the book — the latest in a series of guides to Quiet London, Amsterdam, and Paris — seeks out uncommon calm everywhere from lesser-known museums to secret gardens and idiosyncratic shops. Beloved stalwarts are listed alongside imperfect idylls — the author is as drawn to the boat wrecks on the battered Greenpoint waterfront as she is to the plotted plantings and medieval tapestries of the Cloisters — but the book’s primary criterion for inclusion is a lack of noise.

Woody Allen's 'Manhattan': "New York was his town and it always would be"

On today's New York Times (Online), Woody Allen Speaks Out, the film maker answers Mia's daughter Dylan, allegation of sexual misconduct. Here is one paragraph.

I naïvely thought the accusation would be dismissed out of hand because of course, I hadn’t molested Dylan and any rational person would see the ploy for what it was. Common sense would prevail. After all, I was a 56-year-old man who had never before (or after) been accused of child molestation. I had been going out with Mia for 12 years and never in that time did she ever suggest to me anything resembling misconduct. Now, suddenly, when I had driven up to her house in Connecticut one afternoon to visit the kids for a few hours, when I would be on my raging adversary’s home turf, with half a dozen people present, when I was in the blissful early stages of a happy new relationship with the woman I’d go on to marry — that I would pick this moment in time to embark on a career as a child molester should seem to the most skeptical mind highly unlikely. The sheer illogic of such a crazy scenario seemed to me dispositive.

Is it fair to wander how many drafts did he go thru before striking the tone he wanted?
Is the essence of writing indistinguishable from whether we categorize it as fact or fiction?
And finally, why do think Woody chose "champing" instead of "chomping", do we read anything into that?

"The district attorney was champing at the bit to prosecute a celebrity case...

At 4 A.M.

Evan Izer, Distant skyline (paper negative) , c. 1992

In a dark yard in a sparse town,
under scattered starlight
in September, the rasps
of three cricket's wings
move in and out of phase
above a low, coastal kind of sound
that is not water,
but the hiss of distant tires
washing up and down US 30.

"If I would follow that road, miles north,
it terminates in Times Square,
and I would be home again"
I tell myself.

But distance and time are tangled;
New York, my life, everything,
it all still flickers and glows, faintly
like the scattered stars, lights in dark skies,
whose distant sources may have darkened
and disappeared—
but, for now,
the light still comes.

And then I think of a boat in water,
again in darkness,
navigated, steered,
as they once were,
by the light of stars,
both there and not-there.