My Transportation Problems

When Dinkins was mayor, he failed to police New York.  I had to deal with windshield-wiper bums and broken windows.  Dinkins dug a hole of moral lassitude, and New York fell into it like urine into a sewer.

Now his Shrek-like disciple, Mayor Bigfoot de Blasio, has decided to return our lovely city to the degraded ruins that Dinkins pushed us toward.  De Blasio has averaged out our failures and gloried in our accentuating the lowest common denominator. 

Obama bloviates that New York is a Tale of Two Cities – the rich and the poor.  But he is sadly returning us to one city – a slum.

I am assessing de Blasio as a failure from a few isolated items that I’ve experienced on mass transit during the last week or so.  The starts and stops of the subway system have impacted my life and turned my days into sour failures.  This may not be fair of me, but then again, it’s not fair of de Blasio to reduce us to a trickle-down version of his failed ideology.  He’d like us to be Russia during the Cold War.  He wants equality of failure.  Instead of classy bakeries, he wants drab bread lines.  His sympathetic, communistic speeches make for a failed society.

I’ll start with my subway situation today.  In the middle of the non-rush hour afternoon, I went to the No. 6 train at 68th and Lexington.  It was quite crowded, and the first thing that I noticed was that the electronic prompters were broken so that I couldn’t tell when the next train was coming.  Then a speaker announced something about congestion up ahead.

Figuring that the train would be a while, I decided to walk down to the F train at 63rd Street.  When I got there, I waited about fifteen minutes until the F train arrived.  I was much relieved.  But about three hundred yards into the trip, the train stopped, and a mechanical voice announced that there was congestion up ahead, and we’d have to wait on the tracks.  This happened about three more times until I got to 42nd Street.

At 42nd I got out and noticed that there were thousands of people crowded together on the platform.  I didn’t have a chance of getting on a train if it ever came.  I left the station and went upstairs and walked home to 72nd Street.  I decided not to go to my job as a boxing coach at Gleason’s in Brooklyn because I had no way of getting there.  I called my students and cancelled.

This was far from my only subway problem.  I had two others in the last week.  I will just itemize one, where I was on the No. 6 train coming from Fulton Street.  When I reached 59th Street at 9:30 at night (a time that was far from rush hour), I saw a platform filled with people pushing each other.  I got right out rather than risk being pushed back into the car by the hordes.  I then walked to 72nd Street.

I am sick of nothing working right in our city.  De Blasio seems to not give a damn.  He allows demonstrations and protests for illiterate criminals and misguided students and lets the good citizens on bridges and avenues get muscled out of their paths home.  Protestors are entitled to freedom of speech, but they should not have the freedom to wreck my route or day.  I don’t interfere with strangers on the street because I no longer like rap music.  Or because I feel that liberalism is a bleeding-heart failure used more for glomming votes than helping people.

The protestors should be given space in Central Park or by the Hudson to shout out their banalities and do their silly marches instead of interfering with other people’s lives.

I am not looking forward to the deterioration of transportation under de Blasio.  He cares about his concept of justice but not about the quality of lives of New York’s citizens.  He is prejudiced against the successful who made this city great and wants to stamp food stamps on the foreheads of the poor and mail them to administrative power.

And while de Blasio is looking into his transportation failure, maybe he could quit crying about his son Dante.  Ninety percent of black murders are by blacks, and de Blasio is stupid enough to worry that a cop will kill his son.

I would think that Dante would not resist arrest or start a fight with a cop.  Dante is not the problem. Race is not the problem.  Looking messy and tough and resisting arrest are the problems.  De Blasio is the problem – he doesn’t understand that he is tearing about the fabric of New York City.

De Blasio is just another oversized white liberal.  He is a white crybaby wannabe pretending that he is empathetic to the poor while he uses his feelings to garner votes and earn a fat, prestigious living.

When Dinkins was mayor, he failed to police New York.  I had to deal with windshield-wiper bums and broken windows.  Dinkins dug a hole of moral lassitude, and New York fell into it like urine into a sewer.

Now his Shrek-like disciple, Mayor Bigfoot de Blasio, has decided to return our lovely city to the degraded ruins that Dinkins pushed us toward.  De Blasio has averaged out our failures and gloried in our accentuating the lowest common denominator. 

Obama bloviates that New York is a Tale of Two Cities – the rich and the poor.  But he is sadly returning us to one city – a slum.

I am assessing de Blasio as a failure from a few isolated items that I’ve experienced on mass transit during the last week or so.  The starts and stops of the subway system have impacted my life and turned my days into sour failures.  This may not be fair of me, but then again, it’s not fair of de Blasio to reduce us to a trickle-down version of his failed ideology.  He’d like us to be Russia during the Cold War.  He wants equality of failure.  Instead of classy bakeries, he wants drab bread lines.  His sympathetic, communistic speeches make for a failed society.

I’ll start with my subway situation today.  In the middle of the non-rush hour afternoon, I went to the No. 6 train at 68th and Lexington.  It was quite crowded, and the first thing that I noticed was that the electronic prompters were broken so that I couldn’t tell when the next train was coming.  Then a speaker announced something about congestion up ahead.

Figuring that the train would be a while, I decided to walk down to the F train at 63rd Street.  When I got there, I waited about fifteen minutes until the F train arrived.  I was much relieved.  But about three hundred yards into the trip, the train stopped, and a mechanical voice announced that there was congestion up ahead, and we’d have to wait on the tracks.  This happened about three more times until I got to 42nd Street.

At 42nd I got out and noticed that there were thousands of people crowded together on the platform.  I didn’t have a chance of getting on a train if it ever came.  I left the station and went upstairs and walked home to 72nd Street.  I decided not to go to my job as a boxing coach at Gleason’s in Brooklyn because I had no way of getting there.  I called my students and cancelled.

This was far from my only subway problem.  I had two others in the last week.  I will just itemize one, where I was on the No. 6 train coming from Fulton Street.  When I reached 59th Street at 9:30 at night (a time that was far from rush hour), I saw a platform filled with people pushing each other.  I got right out rather than risk being pushed back into the car by the hordes.  I then walked to 72nd Street.

I am sick of nothing working right in our city.  De Blasio seems to not give a damn.  He allows demonstrations and protests for illiterate criminals and misguided students and lets the good citizens on bridges and avenues get muscled out of their paths home.  Protestors are entitled to freedom of speech, but they should not have the freedom to wreck my route or day.  I don’t interfere with strangers on the street because I no longer like rap music.  Or because I feel that liberalism is a bleeding-heart failure used more for glomming votes than helping people.

The protestors should be given space in Central Park or by the Hudson to shout out their banalities and do their silly marches instead of interfering with other people’s lives.

I am not looking forward to the deterioration of transportation under de Blasio.  He cares about his concept of justice but not about the quality of lives of New York’s citizens.  He is prejudiced against the successful who made this city great and wants to stamp food stamps on the foreheads of the poor and mail them to administrative power.

And while de Blasio is looking into his transportation failure, maybe he could quit crying about his son Dante.  Ninety percent of black murders are by blacks, and de Blasio is stupid enough to worry that a cop will kill his son.

I would think that Dante would not resist arrest or start a fight with a cop.  Dante is not the problem. Race is not the problem.  Looking messy and tough and resisting arrest are the problems.  De Blasio is the problem – he doesn’t understand that he is tearing about the fabric of New York City.

De Blasio is just another oversized white liberal.  He is a white crybaby wannabe pretending that he is empathetic to the poor while he uses his feelings to garner votes and earn a fat, prestigious living.