My Blog

I hate blogs, but they serve my purpose. To vent the ol’ spleen and allow the biled up humours to coagulate outside of my addlepated head. This is a good thing, but I hate it nonetheless.

With that out of the way, my only observation to begin with is regarding the transit worker’s strike in NYC.  I used to live in Manhattan, and I remember the last time this nearly happened.  To prepare for it, I actually walked from my apartment on 23rd St. and 2nd Ave. down to my office on Water St. For those of you unfamiliar with New York, it was about an hour of hoofin’ it.

Still, I kind of miss some of these problems that crop up in the big city from time-to-time. It felt welcoming to be around 15 million people knowing exactly what you’re going through despite the normally asshole-like way people go about their regular routines in NYC. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t REALLY miss having a massive blackout during the hottest day of the year or 9/11.  I just missed being part of something larger and, obviously, cooler than my current home in suburban NJ.

Still, it’s funny to see Mayor Bloomberg all hot under the collar. You can tell he was furiously pissed-off at having to walk to work while explaining that he can’t do anything to stop the strike himself. Whatever, Daddy Warbucks. Though I probably would have voted for you myself and regardless of how you market yourself, in the end you don’t have to cross the Brooklyn Bridge on foot if you don’t want to. Kudos for the nigh-awe-inspiring effort to appear like Average Joe New Yorker, but it must be nice to know you’ll never have to be on a picket line in order to hold onto a pension plan that continually gets plundered by the people put in charge of it.

I suppose I shouldn’t be too much on the side of a striking labor union. After all, nowadays I drive two minutes to work.