Life in the War Zone

So there’s a cornucopia of cops, a plethora of police, a bevy of badges, a fuckload of fuzz these days in my neighborhood.

You get the idea: It’s like being in an occupied country. 

Thank goodness all the dictators currently in residence in Turtle Bay are not being inconvenienced by taxpaying, working people trying to get down Second Avenue.

Manhattan Libertarian Party