Politics have come to a grinding halt. Something needs to be done. Someone needs to take control. Enter His Royal Highness, Michael Bloomberg. The one-time Democrat, born again Republican, now Independent, and always full-time Liberal may want to buy his way into the office of the President –as he did for the job of Mayor of New York City.
Listening to John Gambling defend Bloomberg this morning was an exercise in gastro-intestinal control. But let me backtrack a bit…
I moved out of New York City because Giuliani’s “Quality of Life” program was taking too long to reach the section of the city in which I lived (Washington Heights). I like Rudi. I’ll probably vote for him for President. Now you know my bias.
Bloomberg bought the mayoral office. If you doubt that then you’re an idiot. He has spent his term in office imposing his will on the people of New York City –the King, after all, rules the peons. His smoking policies are outrageous. (I’m an ex-smoker.) Rather than allow customers and workers to choose a place to patronize and in which to work, you know, that pesky thing called free will, Bloomberg imposed his will on the masses.
Now he has this crackpot congestion tax, er, fee that will force the middle and lower classes onto New York’s less than sterling mass transit system while the upper crust, who can afford to pay the tax, er, fee, will be able to drive through the town with impunity.
Forget about cutting down on the number of taxi cabs –which would push the affluent into the subways– or adjusting traffic flows during peak hours –no left turns on Park Avenue from 7am - 10am and 4pm - 7pm weekdays would be nice, or perhaps ban taxis from the East River Drive during those same periods. As with all of Bloomberg’s plans, no alternatives to his will seem to be in contention for consideration. He knows best for the poor, dumb folk of New York.
God forbid he should ever be elected President. Anyone remember Woody Allen’s Bananas?