As I strolled Manhattan’s streets this morning, my vanishing respect for New Yorkers’ intellects plummeted another few notches. I passed three or four polls: all of them had lines down their respective blocks and around the corners. I wondered if I’d taken a wrong turn and wound up at the airport: usually, only the TSA produces queues of such monumental lengths.
Hence, my increasing disgust with New York’s serfs. These morons are donating irreplaceable hours of their lives to Leviathan. Nor are they comfortable as they endlessly wait, given the chilly weather. And all so they can endorse a murderess and congenital liar’s dictatorship over them (assuming New Yorkers vote Democratic, as they always overwhelmingly do).
Yet ask these same folks to boycott aviation so we can abolish the TSA—suggest that they forego taking the kids to DisneyWorld or that they drive there instead of flying—and gracious, no! The inconvenience! The horror! Are we nuts?!
9:54 am on November 8, 2016 Email Becky Akers
