Global import of democracy
So it’s Election Day. Dwelling in my own small little world:
Hairdresser’s from Hungary. Driver is Dominican. Housekeeper from Guyana. Laundress from Mexico. Cleaner’s from Italy. Superintendent from Albania. Editor, Great Britain. Dressmaker, Crete. Doctors from Poland and Ukraine. Doctor’s assistant from Portugal. Coat, Italy. Manicurist, Romania. Facialist, Israel. Dessert mango from Malaysia.
My own mom from Liverpool. Grandma, Russia. Techie, Jerusalem. False hair from Indonesia. Plus false eyelashes from China. Fragrance seller, France. Fabric dealers, Japan.
Radio station owner, Greece. Newspaper owner, Australia. Jeweler, Turkey. Restaurateur, India. And junky crappy cheapo T-shirts made it from Korea.
ALL came to this country. To live in the land of the free — home of the brave. To survive. To breathe. Vote. E pluribus unum. One for all and all for one. We’re so big I don’t know how Columbus could’ve nearly missed us. He found us long back. Before the first bagel. Before Leonardo DiCaprio did his first model. Before anybody even heard of Junior’s cheesecake.
Back when ladies wore bras.
Of patriot days
In those beginning days we loved our country. Nathan Hale left his native Connecticut to fight the Brits in Boston. Patriot Benjamin Franklin kept living it up and partying in Philly. Benedict Arnold was military commander in some B&B in Saratoga. And George Washington snacked at downtown’s Fraunces Tavern which is still there although the menu has changed.
Hale was a Yale grad. That’s before Yale became infested with hatred and antisemitism. Back when he so worshipped the school that he carried his diploma with him.
Those were the early days of respecting our country, fighting for it not marching against it, not burning our flag, not tearing it apart.
1789 began the beginning of democratic rule, first president, first Congress. 1898 NYC osmosed into a commercial and democratic city. And we were fortunate enough to have mayors like de Blasio and Adams. Plus officials who managed to stay out of jail like that temporary Long Island congressional liar.
They blue it
How we became a blue state like what’s become a California wreck, not sure. But I know that we’re happy to live in a place where the subway knocks off more bodies than Ukraine. Where pot is a bigger seller than coffee, where bikes, deliveries, trucks, motorcycles and construction gear take up the roadways, where you pay more in taxes than Hunter Biden in his lifetime, where a loaf of bread costs more than a car, and where a Park Avenue penthouse dweller has the same address as a passed out druggie flat out at the front door blocking your entrance.
The city’s residents include De Niro, Sarah Jessica, Jodie, Timberlake, Jackman, Mariah, Seinfeld, Damon, Denzel. The Bronx is up and the politicians are down.
Next up for us is gambling and casinos. And leftie Jumaane. New York, New York, you’re a helluva town.
It’s one big gridlock, the Fifth Avenue traffic sign reads: “No stopping, no standing, no parking, no delivering, no letting anyone out — no picking up, no kidding.” It’s so great that only Rikers has more permits.
It’s all only in America, kids, only in America.
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