I went to sleep last night somewhat believing in the power of miracles. Perhaps trusting that one might occur. That somehow, some way,, there was a faint flicker of hope that humanity wasn't entirely bent upon it's own destruction and that a sense of self-preservation might still stir somewhere within the hearts of Men, and even, if belatedly, they might...just might...do something right in their lives, if only just this once...
...and then all the reasons why I fucking hate people all returned in a tidal wave of shithead that once again proved that vast herds of retards still roam the land.
(You suck, Jesus. You can perform a worthless miracle like turning water into wine, but not a really good one, just when it is needed. Like arranging a convenient mugging gone wrong. Let's see you pull off that Loaves and Fishes bullshit when Mamdani nationalizes the food supply)
Worse, the herds were encouraged to vote as their retard dictated.
Zohran Mamdani, the Woolworth's version of Osama Bin Laden was elected mayor of New York City last night.
Sodom-on-the-Hudson is now, truly, New Yorkistan.
I did have an escape plan just on the off-chance that the great blob of fucktard armed with the franchise did what could be expected of people whose entire reason for being is to imitate a swarm of locusts (only in Spanish), which was to hold my nose and flee to the sewer of New Jersey, but, alas!, the herd holds sway on both sides of the Hudson.
Those cretins voted for a governor whose only qualifications were vagina who once flew helicopters.
At least that one was close. This one was barely within ICBM range.
The confluence of several truly destructive forces occurred yesterday, where Socialism meets the tenets of Sharia Law and the aspirations of the downtrodden and their allies in the resentment -- the affluent-downwardly-mobile (the artistes, the academics, the people who plumped for useless degrees related to melanin, gender and the abuse of your wedding tackle) and formed a mighty stream of discontent that overflowed it's banks and washed away all that came before it.
There was some flicker of hope that this would not come to pass, but it was always just that -- a faint flicker. Now, the only chance New York has will be in some distant future, when it has been hollowed out like Detroit, Philadelphia, Cleveland, Baltimore, Newark, Chicago, the list grows longer every day -- and the people who caused the initial atomic blast of smug derision and gnawing greed return because the property values have dropped into negative territory and made the (k)landscape safe for a second wave of gentrification and metrosexual vegan coffee bars that will close and reopen under new management every six weeks.
Assuming there is any coffee, anymore. Sharia looks down upon caffeine as a tool of the Devil.
The fist indication that it might be time to abandon ship was presented this past summer, when the democrat (small 'd ' intentional) party pretty much ripped the mask off, like it was an episode of Scooby Doo, and revealed it's new 'progressive' (more like 'regressive') facelift.
Oh, sure, there were prototypes -- Alexandria Occasionally-Cortex, a few demented members of the City Council who bleed the United Colors of Beneton (and none of them Red, White and Blue), the proliferation of hijabs and lunatic knife criminals, the Summer of Floyd, the Winter of COVID, the year-round screeching of The Diversity, but somehow, one figured these were all transitory (except for the 'trans' part) circumstances. Something akin to a really bad falafel fart whose effluvium eventually dissipates upon the breeze.
The rise of such...I hesitate to call them 'personalities', because they are, for all intents and purposes the same sort -- rich theater kids trying their hand at politics...was something of a fad. Given how these truly detestable people came to prominence, a mixture of social media spotlight and appeal to the young and stupid, one figured that a little experience of what these assholes represented would be enough to discourage even the most tied-died, blue-haired campus Marxist-for-show, but no.
For I had left another variable out of my equation. Actually, several, but I'll get to those in a bit, and discounted the raging and criminally-insane GIMME! vote, riled up to perfection by the end of food stamp funding just the day before.
Oh, you poor fools! You will soon look upon the day the EBT card came up empty with fondness after the promised program of state-run supermarkets under the New Caliphate fails to deliver for you. The days when Twinkies, frozen pizza, pork rinds and grape drink were all purged from the list of Food-Stamp-approved sorta-kinda foods will seem like a Golden Age in the new reality where the Soviet Food Market with lines from here to Moscow, no selection, and only containing nutritious foods favored by the White Gentry exists.
If morbid obesity and diabetes were your greatest threats before, you ain't seen nothin' yet! Just wait until the forced regime of slow starvation sets in! Just wait until the city dictates your shopping list by pre-purchase weigh in, all in accordance with halal.
You're going to just LOVE the new rules you've just voted for. Food deserts? Never mind that, you're about to get Food Moonscapes.
And good for you! You can console yourself, in your state-managed cardboard boxes with intermittent heat and electricity (because Green) that you struck a blow against The Man. Assuming that box isn't invaded by a battalion of madmen deliberately released from prisons and jails for the specific purpose of making you even more dependent upon the state for protection...
...in a city where the police no longer exist because they've been defunded. The social worker will be there sometime next week.
Second indication that something was rotten in the state of Flatbush was the open anti-Semitism. I will not lie to you and say that New York was always some sort of Utopia where everyone got along. Hell no; this city has always been a collection of (metaphorically) armed camps that had a tacit, if unspoken arrangement that if you don't murder me, I won't murder you.
Oh, there were occasional breaches of the Cardinal Rule, usually led by Al Sharpton, but once Comrade Bill DeBlasio (real name: Warren Wilhelm. Jr. Why do communists find it necessary to change their names, one wonders?) rent that asunder with his heavy-handed COVID tactics -- aided and abetted by yesterday's loser, Andrew Cuomo -- it was suddenly hot-and-cold running Jew Hatred, and worse, such open hostility became socially chic.
A great ethnic cleansing is in store for us, where the Judenrein will be further enhanced by the removal or forced migration of all the white males and their disgusting families, to be replaced by new 'settlers' of varying stripes, assorted disgusting aromas and even worse toilet habits than the perpetually homeless on our streets.
All the great cesspits of the world will suddenly leak into the Five Boroughs. The first pioneers are already here; the violent, pet-eating Haitians, the crazy Muslims, the filthy Indians, the 7th Century Afghan taxi drivers who haven't mastered a 20th century technology (the automobile), the COVID/tuberculosis-bearing Chinese (Jesus, the number of Chinese now on New York Streets, in all boroughs, is astounding).
You could see it happening: an entire boulevard in Queens becoming an open-air Asian sex market; the ever-increasing body count at Caribbean Day events, the proliferation of Sri Lankan grocers and restaurants, the signs everywhere in 17 languages asking people not to crap in front of your store, the slow process of decay beginning in once-thriving neighborhoods where 'low income housing' became a requirement for every luxury high-rise built anywhere.
But the deliberate closing down of Manhattan, making it almost inaccessible to the hoi polloi of the Outer Boroughs was already under way.
Congestion pricing below 72nd street for private automobiles, no left turns anywhere on Sundays, the blocking of sidewalks with outdoor dining sheds, the closing down of major thoroughfares on weekends for Farmers Markets and flea markets selling all sorts of stuff that only ever appealed to snobs, the explosion of bike lanes, the mandatory 'greening' of public spaces. Its as if the purpose were to turn Manhattan into a combination of the college quad and a fortress of the elite, simultaneously.
The same elite who decided that Mamdani was a 'breath of fresh air', as if anything he espoused hadn't already been tried-and-failed -- the Soviet Union, China, the Eastern Bloc, South Africa, for starters -- but who really just feign affinity in the hopes that they will be eaten last, secure in Fortress Manhattan, when the Proles finally bust out.
The only consolation I have today that none of this occurs is based upon a flimsy, but fortuitous, circumstance.
I live in an island, separated from the rest of the boroughs by a bridge with a $21 round-trip toll on it. Unless, of course, after making public transportation 'free' Mamdani decides to do the same to the bridges and tunnels -- in accordance with the Rules of Intersectionality and Lenin, of course -- in which case, we're fucked, too. That toll is pretty much the only thing that keeps the riff-raff off the island; even if you don't pay it, the electronic toll system still snaps a picture of your license plate. Who has $21 to go to another borough to loot, rape and pillage?
That's weed money.
Which was another sign on the Road to Mogadishu. You can't go anywhere in NYC, even here in the suburban sprawl of Staten Island, without smelling weed everywhere you go. Once drugs were decriminalized so that DEI-hire District Attorneys didn't have to do any work in prosecuting drug users, it gave them all the time in the world to invent charges to press against a certain ex-President, none of which has stuck. Ever. In an act that some have likened to a form of Reparations.
At least emotionally.
There is but one practical option left to this Galactic Dictator and it does not include going someplace else. I have been to Someplace Else, several, in fact, and I despise them. If the thought of living in a city being slowly choked by a combination of riff-raff, criminals, ne'er-do-wells, stinking wanna-be hippies, and dumbfucks of every variety is unappealing, so is the thought of living among some of the very people who made the destruction of New York possible.
That would be the imports from places like Minneapolis, Madison, Portland, anywhere in California, or those who fled the imagined threat of Reprogramming (because Gay) in every one-light shithole with a Wal-Mart and a Dairy Queen. They came here -- green-haired, face-pierced-and-tattooed lesbians in overalls, effeminate second sons in Spandex bike attire and manbuns screaming 'IPA!', as if it were a mark of sophistication -- to 'make it' in the Big City with little more than dreams and low intellects, escaping the suffocating conventionality of small-town life.
Upon arrival, they discovered that New York was nothing like they had seen on TV. Everyone wasn't filthy rich; everyone didn't eat in five-star restaurants every night; Manhattan wasn't a playground for the nine-to-fiver, but instead that living here meant work. It meant having a spine, merit, toughness, an ability to roll with the punches instead of complaining to your RA or Mommy to fix everything that gave you The Sadz.
Life very quickly becomes an ordeal for this type. They live hand-to-mouth in expensive shoebox apartments with a constantly-rotating cast of roommates, living on street food, having to 'gig' a living working two or maybe three low-wage jobs, because a degree in Holistic Skateboarding or Drum Circle Vagina Therapy isn't in demand on Wall Street, fortified by cheap pot and a common sense of disappointment and they become, if they weren't already, bohemians.
And bohemians, invariably, have a sense of superiority that is belied by any display of ability and a sense of entitlement that comes from being too lazy to take actual control of your life and simply following this week's crowd, because 'cool', or some shit.
Socialism, Communism, whatever you choose to call it, becomes an attractive option for these clowns because, on the one hand, they never expect to pay for it, and on the other, it gives them the emotional cover needed to believe they are victims of someone else rather than of their own stupidity.
Besides, who wants to return to Rancid Beaver Creek, Idaho?
Oh, right, the practical option I was getting to...
Back in the 1980's and 90's, Staten Island had played with the argument for secession from the Rest of New York City. There was even a successful vote for it, but it was deliberately shelved by a democrat-dominated State assembly horrified by the circumstance of 20% of NYC's tax revenue suddenly being taken away by such an act.
They need that money to pay government workers to hand out free needles and NARCAN, after all, while still promoting government-run anti-drug programs on a daily basis.
It's time to dust that one, secession, off again. And considering this is where the 'essential' city workers generally live -- the cops, the firemen, the sanitation workers, the Wall-Streeters, the people who actually DO stuff -- it just might work this time.
And then we can tear the bridge down in order to preserve what's left of civilization here.
More on this to come.
In any case, the writing was pretty much on the wall when one considers that Andrew Cuomo almost...almost...had a political resurrection, Zohran Mamdani was elevated by a party that claims to be sane, and the ever-dysfunctional NY GOP only managed to top itself in futility with Curtis Sliwa. Your choice, apparently, was between suicide or murder. That any political system, anywhere on Earth not inhabited by Russians or Africans, could be this bad, is a sign that it is time for drastic action.
It may even be too late, but I have survived the destruction of Death Stars before, and by the Goddamned Force, I will do so again.
Just not in the other 49 states. Most of them disgust me.
In the meantime, we've already stocked up here on the Death Star with the food that will soon be stolen -- either by The Diversity or the State -- and are conspiring to acquire arms by any means necessary.
Stay tuned.
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