Showing posts with label NYC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NYC. Show all posts

Monday, April 16, 2018

New York Hates Us...

...and we hate New York right back.

We suspect alert reader(s) are aware of New York Magazine's bizarre article finding all kinds of hidden meaning in Chick-fil-A opening stores in NYC. We've driven past them. Some urbanites find this unsettling. Behold:
New York has taken to Chick-fil-A. One of the Manhattan locations estimates that it sells a sandwich every six seconds, and the company has announced plans to open as many as a dozen more storefronts in the city. And yet the brand’s arrival here feels like an infiltration, in no small part because of its pervasive Christian traditionalism. Its headquarters, in Atlanta, are adorned with Bible verses and a statue of Jesus washing a disciple’s feet. Its stores close on Sundays.
Dude, it's a chicken joint.

Readers outside the northeast may not be very familiar with New York City. When you think of NYC, you're probably thinking of Manhattan. The other four boroughs are tough working class areas, except for sections of Brooklyn overtaken by Millennial hipsters who deserve to die. Brooklyn and Queens usually follow the Mets while the Bronx, Manhattan and Staten Island follow the Yankees like right, decent folk. the Jets usually hold the loyalties of the outer boroughs and Long Island (pronounces lonGUYland), the Giants' base is in Manhattan, the Bronx and New Jersey. The teams are split 50/50 in Westchester.

We pray to god our girls never bring home a Jets fan.

Gravity alone dictates that those living outside of NYC will fall into it's orbit. We have not set foot in the city since our grandfather's funeral 33 days ago. Frankly we were looking forward to this. We loath Manhattan and everything in it. In fact, when we cross the Lincoln Tunnel into Manhattan we think the island's heterosexual population increases to 1.

My fellow Normies, never doubt that the staff of The New Yorker and every other smug liberal in Manhattan wants you to die in a fire. Never doubt it for one goddamn moment. We know. We were raised to think civilization ends at the Hudson. These people hate your guts. Hate them right back.


Friday, March 17, 2017

Graffiti that Bench

We've noted before that the after 25 years of the House of Clinton treating the Democrat Party like one of Bill's Arkansas State Employees the Dems have bench problems. Or do they?

We now shift to the Big Apple. This is the city in whose shadow we have spent most of our lives. NYC is famous for many things, graffiti being one of them, hence the title of this post. The graffiti was one of a hundred quality of life issues that Rudy Giuliani focused on during his fabulously successful two terms as mayor. The left always mocked Rudy's 'broken windows' theory of crime management. Remember, they miss the old New York of Kitty Genovese, Son of Sam, the Burning Bronx, the '77 Blackout, etc etc. If the left could, they'd put the peep shows and porn shops back in Time Square.

This brings us to Mayor Bill De Blasio (Sandinista, Nicaragua). Like the previously mentioned Gavin Newsom of SF, Mayor Bill checks off all the right boxes and he comes with a  few bonuses. He tried to get rid of the handsome cabs and he hates cops, plus, here's a big one, the city is going to hell again. The last time I was in NYC, unfortunately a few weeks ago, I saw bums laying in the streets and was accosted by a sqweeji man.

Ahhhh... that takes me back. I remember once in 1990 my dad and I went to a Yankees game, at night. Dave Eiland started but he came out with arm trouble to be replaced by Eric Plunk. After he gave up five runs I shouted, 'Hey Plunk! You suck!' to which me old man replied, 'Thank you for that editorial comment.' We were sitting next to a pair of drunk Puerto Ricans [in the South Bronx? You don't say? -Ed] In front of us were a bunch of Japanese businessmen, no doubt on a trip to buy some expensive real estate, and ironically, some Krauts. Yes, I had fun with that. Anyhoo, when we left the game me old man made a wrong turn, we went under a bridge after which my dad locked the doors. We emerged to be accosted by a bum trying to wash the windshield.

All that's left is for de-Blas to reinstall the porn shops n Times Square and we're good to go.

So de Blasio has definite appeal in the Democrat Party primary. Let's say he's got the old Howard Dean block locked up.