Well, Schumer won at least. Really, all our folks won, Glick, Nadler, a bunch of Supreme Court justices that are selling divorces in Brooklyn. All well and good here in Very Blue Land. Unfortunately, even here, where our godless liberalism is supposed to hold sway, that won’t protect us from the evangelicals. And you know who I mean: that firefighter on the pro-West Side Stadium commercial who is going to show up when your house is on fire, stride in, and kick your ass for not supporting the Jets, fucker!
What’s with that guy, really? And I thought paid public employees weren’t allowed to do advertising. Maybe those guys are retired and they’re, you know, lying (which would be consistent with much of their message), which is a hell of a thing to mortgage — trust of life-saving public servants — for a football stadium. Oh, and the Olympics. But Paris is turning out to be the clear favorite there, in part because they are crazy (and have the good sense to be so only temporarily), and because they don’t yell at people.
But you shouldn’t get worried — well, you should, but in principal, not practice — about today’s vote, since this is the one that has always been least in doubt, coming as it is from the state development authority, also known as Charles A. Gargano’s Bitch, and consequently, Dan Doctoroff’s. The real fun begins after that, not that you can actually intervene and make your opinion known, but will have to rely on that well-funded proxy of public interest, the Dolan family. Look, we don’t like these creeps anymore than your average head case ‘real’ person paid by a New Jerseyite to slag them, but when the pissing contest is a roomful of billionaries all putting a hand in your pocket, you don’t get to be choosy.
In the meantime, RWJ III is playing to his base by announcing that much of ‘his’ funding will be coming from, yep, you guessed it, your pocket again. Well, ‘you’ being the small segment of folks who buy season tickets. Yesterday the Jets’ announced that some portion of their funding (the part not secured by tax exempt bonds) would come from seat licenses, that clever idea developed in the 90’s, where you first have to buy the right to buy tickets before you actually get to buy the tickets. Maybe that’s why that firefighter is so pissed.
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Get ready to lose every vote this week.
Well, Schumer won at least. Really, all our folks won, Glick, Nadler, a bunch of Supreme Court justices that are selling divorces in Brooklyn. All well and good here in Very Blue Land. Unfortunately, even here, where our godless liberalism is supposed to hold sway, that won’t protect us from the evangelicals. And you know who I mean: that firefighter on the pro-West Side Stadium commercial who is going to show up when your house is on fire, stride in, and kick your ass for not supporting the Jets, fucker!
What’s with that guy, really? And I thought paid public employees weren’t allowed to do advertising. Maybe those guys are retired and they’re, you know, lying (which would be consistent with much of their message), which is a hell of a thing to mortgage — trust of life-saving public servants — for a football stadium. Oh, and the Olympics. But Paris is turning out to be the clear favorite there, in part because they are crazy (and have the good sense to be so only temporarily), and because they don’t yell at people.
But you shouldn’t get worried — well, you should, but in principal, not practice — about today’s vote, since this is the one that has always been least in doubt, coming as it is from the state development authority, also known as Charles A. Gargano’s Bitch, and consequently, Dan Doctoroff’s. The real fun begins after that, not that you can actually intervene and make your opinion known, but will have to rely on that well-funded proxy of public interest, the Dolan family. Look, we don’t like these creeps anymore than your average head case ‘real’ person paid by a New Jerseyite to slag them, but when the pissing contest is a roomful of billionaries all putting a hand in your pocket, you don’t get to be choosy.
In the meantime, RWJ III is playing to his base by announcing that much of ‘his’ funding will be coming from, yep, you guessed it, your pocket again. Well, ‘you’ being the small segment of folks who buy season tickets. Yesterday the Jets’ announced that some portion of their funding (the part not secured by tax exempt bonds) would come from seat licenses, that clever idea developed in the 90’s, where you first have to buy the right to buy tickets before you actually get to buy the tickets. Maybe that’s why that firefighter is so pissed.