As I predicted on the radio yesterday there is no unified Mass Transit subway and bus strike today and there never will be no matter how loudly the Transit Workers Union screams.
The Union lost the battle during the early morning hours of today and a “rolling strike” is like having no strike at all.
Today on the New York City subway and bus system, the following behavior violations will get you $100 file and 10 days in jail:
Jumping turnstiles even with a valid MetroCard
Straddling a bicycle
Wearing in-line or roller skates
Standing on a skateboard or scooter
Moving between subway car end doors when stopped or moving
Placing feet on subway, bus and platform bench seats Putting bags on an empty seat when the train or bus is crowded
Drinking anything
What is amazing is how some New Yorkers need to be threatened with fines and jail to temper their bad behavior. All the bullet points on that list address common sense and common courtesy. It’s unfortunate so many people resist the notion of naturally doing the right thing to get along with other people.
Janna and I were out the other night at one of our favorite restaurants: Tio Pepe in the core of New York City’s Greenwich Village.
The menu held an alarming surprise.
One of these things is not like the others.
One of these things just doesn’t belong:
Orgasmo
Windex
Cucaracha Borracha
Liquid Cocaine
Angel Kiss
Shiraz
Blow Job
Woo-Woo
Kamikaze
Puruple Mother F*cker
Slippery Nipple
Here’s the thing that doesn’t fit…
… Wait for it
…
I injured my leg at Macy’s Herald Square the first week I moved to New York City 17 years ago. A rack of leather jackets was knocked over by a salesperson and a corner of the steel display device deeply dug down into the upper, inner, diamond of my right calf muscle. I stood there in Macy’s, wide-eyed and fresh from the Nebraska farmland, throbbing with pain and wondering what hit me as I watched my leg immediately discolor to red, then purple and into black.
As a Pasty White Boy from Nebraska, I was shocked to find out a few years ago that I am, indeed, a Nigger.
I was schooled in this several years ago by a young Black man in the Bronx, New York. He taught me why being perceived and labeled a “Nigger” doesn’t always have to do with the color of your skin but it has everything to do with power and an attempt to enforce obedience.
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