“i always look for the fool in the deal. If you don’t find one, it’s you.“

— Mark Cuban

Perhaps, the powers that be — those who actually care about Downtown and SoHo, now recognize that our current elected politicians don’t give a shit about us. But read the report and decide for yourself.

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SoHo/NoHo Rezoning Fails to Deliver: More Housing Destroyed Than Created

– Taking Stock at the One-Third Mark

Our allies at Village Preservation have issued a new report analyzing the impact so far of the December 2021 SoHo/NoHo/Chinatown upzoning. 

Why now? We’re one-third through the 10-year study period for which the City analyzed and predicted the impacts that the rezoning would have. Village Preservation researched how closely reality matches the City’s grandiose promises about the rezoning. The picture isn’t pretty.

The study found:

– Not a single unit of the promised affordable housing has materialized, compared to the 127 to 191 units that the City claimed would be created.

– Not a single unit of any housing has been built, debunking the City’s promises that 610 units would be constructed.

– However, large commercial development is planned where the City claimed housing would be built: namely, a 22-story building, headquarters for Chobani yogurt, is rising on the southwest corner of Bowery and East 4^th Street. 

– Developers have used the many loopholes in the rezoning to create super-luxury housing that includes zero affordable housing, for example, 43 Bleecker Street. 

– Developers have removed existing affordable rent-regulated housing to clear the way for new luxury development allowed under the rezoning. The City insisted this would never occur. We disagreed. 

  For example, 142 Greene Street — a 5-story, 25,000 square-foot building which formerly housed five artist lofts — is undergoing extensive renovation to convert the massive building to house a single family. This project epitomizes how the rezoning has destroyed more affordable housing than it has created. 

– A lawsuit by NYU challenging one provision in the rezoning will, if successful, make matters even worse, by opening up even larger loopholes to enable development without including any housing, affordable or otherwise. 

Read the full report here.

PLEASE FORWARD THIS EMAIL TO FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS.

Sincerely,

Sean Sweeney

“The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.”
― Joe Klaas

Unfortunately, I’ve been writing about the traffic downtown and the danger to pedestrians, mothers with baby carriages, the disabled, seniors, trying to cross the street — for 25 years. The only consistency about the conditions has been that everyone lies. I remember arguing with the members of the Traffic and Transportation Committee at Community Board #2 about DOT, writing letters to Tom Duane, Deborah Glick, and other politicians. No response.

Then, of course, someone came up with the idea of reducing traffic and ramping up income by, essentially, adding on an extra toll — not for using a bridge or tunnel — but for driving around lower Manhattan. That got a lot of politicians busy. Not that any letters got answered, mind you. But the palavering reached fever proportions. The idea was, billions would be earned for public transportation because public transportation was losing a lot of business. Of course, that was partly due to safety conditions. But, naturally, we should have fully funded subways and buses. After all, we’re not animals, right? This is a civilized city! And, it would cut down on traffic and make our streets safer for pedestrians. That plan went into effect and commuters and downtown residents were penalized in order to fund this brilliant plan to reduce congestion. The money has been rolling in! Downtown residents would now more easily be able to cross the street. Broome Street, Watts Street, Canal Street, lower 6th Avenue, Chinatown, SoHo, parts of Tribeca — would be less impacted by vehicles trying to kill those crossing the street.

That lasted for a couple of months.

What we have now is MORE traffic — plus fees for driving a car, higher taxi fees, LESS ability to use a crosswalk — and demonic gridlock — more of the time. And without traffic agents to control the chaos! Why? Because commuters have decided that they’ll absorb the fees but drive more angrily, while blaming downtown residents for their inconvenience — their only solution to a money grab that will have no effect other than to inrease DOT income. Don’t let the bullshit numbers confuse you, here’s what it’s like folks:

Crosswalks are meant for cars, not people!

“One’s dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away — unless it is surrendered.”

— Michael J. Fox

The Cowboys in D.C. are fretting over the low birth rate and are concerned that not enough suckers will be available to buy the goods they produce and fund what’s left of our dwindlng social net. While the “criminals” are forced out of town as the concept of Exile is further investigated, there’s a lot of hand-wringing over who will be left to buy goods produced by the oligarchs who need bodies to pay the freight, bodies for the armed forces, workers to replace the immigrants being deported, and compliant but decidedly stupid voters to put whomever they buy into office. Anyone who has a pulse absolutely knew what was coming, And we, in America have gotten what we deserve.

The brilliant solution supported by the current crop of DC misogynists is to offer each potential birth mother an incentive to compensate for nine months of pain with a government working on dwindling reproductive health care, ignoring incel hostility, criminalizing abortion to save a woman’s life, eliminating post-natal care, destroying the social net and eliminating subsidies for public education. Plus firing hundreds of thousands of workers deemed unnecessary while fostering a Depression to line the pockets of those who had insider trading info on the latest whims of our Leader. Can you imagine trading in an income, independence, and reliable healthcare for twenty years of social abuse and hostility while bringing up a child — for the munificent sum of Five grand? Not to mention being the target of those who admire Russia where domestic violence is no longer a crime?

As one woman wrote to me about the situation:

Why would we want to have children in this country when no one can afford groceries;

If your kid is autistic they’ll be listed on a registry;

If your kid is trans they’ll be targeted;

If your kid gets sick the medical debt will destroy you;

Your kid might get shot at school;

If the pregnancy goes wrong they’ll let you die!

One wonders how the evangelicals will package this — but God knows they’ll try. And, some may swallow the KoolAid.

“When corruption is the priority, honesty become evil.”

— Kindembo

Let’s face it folks, even before you walk out the door someone is planning on conning you. Forget the landlord. I do. I know that I live in a building where the people who own it are criminals. I’m in good company — my criminal history was widely publicized even if arranged in order to stop me from exposing corruption. But, this isn’t about that. This is about our neighborhoods being sold for tax benefits (not yours) , employment (not yours) and power purposes — certainly not yours or mine!

I was warned about the rise of the BIDs (Business Improvement Districts)) decades ago. I don’t know how they work so I’ll give you few details. People who have NOT grown up here, take control of your neighborhood, claim to improve it, and make a fortune. It’s about politics, power, control and lying to the residents. The big claim is that the neighborhood looks better. Well, let me tell you, a park-like sitting area where you can soak up as much carbon monoxide as your lungs can handle is NOT a great place ro put tables, chairs, and art objects. I’m talking about the entrance to the Holland Tunnel, where you take your life into your hands trying to avoid being hit by cars flying to New Jersey and Traffic Agents who would rather you stay away. But, it looks nice. Somebody’s got to pocket the cash for all of that design bullshit, right?

So here’s the point.

The SoHo BID, the Hudson Square BID are con games. They’re not about doing anything for the neighborhood. They hire guys who clean the streets (I thought that’s what the Department of Sanitation did?) — but say hello to one of the guys and they ignore you. Call the BID office and the answering machine also ignores you (no one calls back). More important, the cars still head for you and block the crosswalks. I’ve been hit by SUVs and Teslas alike and the police neither protect you NOR try to find out who the Hit & Run culprit was.

The street construction goes on in the BID without oversight and anyone who trips or falls due to the endless Con Edison directed street construction impediments — forget it. If you get hurt (as many residents have) Con Edison spends time using lawyers in trying to find someone to claim you’re lying as you are hauled away in an ambulance with your head bleeding — rather than try to ameliorate your injuries or be concerned about you. This happened to me. I had broken bones, bleeding from the head, and Con Ed, instead of wishing me well tried to get the ambulance driver to testify against me.

So, listen folks, don’t be conned. Many of us moved to SoHo and Hudson Square for the gritty, gothic nature of the environs. Not for shiny, colorful, Disney-like, cartoonish cityscapes or Citibikes trying to hit us. We came for Warhol and Basquiat originals.

That’s the developers and Trinity Real Estate looking for the money at the expense of children being able to cross the street unmolested or being asphixiated. But, the CROSSWALKS, motherfuckers!

Protect us — residents, seniors, the disabled and children! Don’t line your pockets at our expense!

Don’t write to the downtown politicians — they’re too busy checking on their donations.

Recent Hudson Square Installation to beautify the neighborhood. Really? One less parking spot and shrubs that blocked the paving of Varick Street — courtesy of the Hudson Square BID.

“Start every day off with a smile and get it over with.“
— W.C. Fields

During my penance for having had the gall to believe in and ‘Act Out’ a bedrock principle of Democracy, Freedom of Speech, as a journalist I took notes while experiencing ASAT (Alcohol and Substance Abuse Training program). For four years I paid the price for exposing corruption in the fabulous Hamptons where the criminal DA stole openly and prosecuted innocent opponents. I spent 6 months in a prison drug program. It was the New York State prison’s (DOCCS) answer to drug addiction and drug dealing. While immersing myself in a journalstic nightmare, I learned a lot. About just how little New York and the universities knew agout mental health treatment. Columbia, New York University, UCLA, Simmons, and most graduate programs are clueless. In fact, since none of the professors or admissions people do understand criminal justice or addiction, they’ve erected a smokescreen and instituted a licensing exam (ASWB). This useless test is intended to make sure you can’t treat drug addiction or the drug dealing mentality without paying an extra fee and taking a four hour exam before pretending to understand what it’s like in a prison drug treatment program. So, folks, here’s a sample of what it is really like.

By the way ASWB (Association of Social Work Boards) openly discriminates against the disabled.

Enjoy the program.

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ASAT started again, and no one had  any ideas about how to get the juices flowing without resorting to stupid shit. This time, the guy in charge of Creative Energy was Jones, also known as L.A. He wasn’t from L.A., he just liked the sound of it. He was a 6 foot tall black kid of about 25 who sold drugs, had an Afro, and was not particularly bright. He laughed a lot and was often clueless. He was in charge.

So, he got a blue rubber ball and a garbage can.

“So, we form a group fellas,” he said and the chairs started scraping as they formed a 30 man oval, one side 30 feet from the center, the narrower part about 20 feet wide. In the middle, L.A. put a blue plastic garbage can for them to use for waste in the middle.

“What a we doin’?” said Green.

“We doin’ a game bouncin’  a ball inta a can.”

“Jesus Christ,” I said to Cuba, who was sitting next to me.

Cuba just shook his head and pursed his lips. I shook my head as well. 

“Hey, I coon’ thinka anythin’ else,” said L.A. Jones.

“So, whaddawe doin’?” said Bigs, before almost nodding off again sitting in his chair. This time he almost fell off of his chair from the narcolepsy.

“We bouncin’ da ball an’ da winna gets it inna can,” said L.A. meekly, realizing that he wasn’t getting a lot of excitement with his idea.

So the “contest” began and by turns each guy bounced the ball once so that on its second bounce it would land in the garbage can — where all of the shit, food, hair, effluent, and debris had formerly been. Until Hernandez, the other Cuba, thought to put a plastic liner in it.

This went on for almost 10 minutes before, frustrated over the stupidity of it, guys just started throwing the ball at each other in the group. Roddy watched from the Bubble where she had been watching the Group, like a bunch of kids that needed supervision. But, she was too busy describing her last hangover to care about what was going on.

“Okay, so da loser gotta tell a joke,” said L.A. 

Great, I thought, another stand-up from the Catskills.

Myers was the first to miss bouncing the rubber ball and he laughed, displaying his missing front teeth and lack of any consciousness. He sat back and tried to think.

“Okay, how ’bout insteada a joke I jes’ tell a funny story?”

“Yeah,” said another, realizing that nothing about this game was really working.

“So, I go to this convenience store an’ I buy a six-pack. An’ I take onea the cans an’ drinkit inna store. Y’know?” and he starts to laugh. Nobody else is laughing. “Then, afta I finish  the can I go inta the bathroom an’ I piss inta the can I jes finished. An’ I pudit back, y’know, wid the plastic, an’ putid back onna shelf. Den some guy comes in an’ buys it.” 

Myers descends into a wild gale of laughter. He rocks in his chair and flashes his missing teeth as the others look at each other, mystified.

Myers was a cook in our Mess Hall and only he thought this was funny.

He calmed down a bit, bouncing forward and backward, head leaning way back and coming forward again with his gapped-tooth look, and says, ]

“Hey, I gotta ‘notha’ one.”

“I was workin’ inis place sellin’ stuff ana girl comes in an’ she’s fucked up an’ needs a cigarette. She looked like she was strung out.”

“Was she doin’ crack like you, Myers,” said Wayne, laughing at Myers’ lunacy, and the rest of the group joined in the laughter at that.

Roddy was still in the Bubble so no one was monitoring this exchange. “Ya mother,” said Myers.

“OOOhhh,” said Green, “so wadja do Myers?”

“So, I says ta her, ya can havea packa cigarettes ifya pull ya top up. She looked like she had good tits,” he laughed. “So I wasn’t gonna jes give it ta her fa nothin.”

“What happened Myers?”

“She takes me ova by the bathroom an’ she jes pulls up her  top and I jes did this.” He put both hands out in front of him and made movement with both hands as if he were squeezing a couple of grapefruits on a stand. “It was cool.”

At the break after Myers told his “jokes” I spoke to Dierburger who’d been pulling  back from the group in the last couple of sessions. He really looked like an alky. Missing teeth, thinning hair, about 45, walking with a halting gait, glassy eyes. I hadn’t smelled anything on his breath but he appeared to be out of it.

“I jes foun’ out that my girlfren’s got anotha’ boyfren’. Y’know, I KNEW somethin’ wasn’ right. 

“Every time I called she wanned ta get off the phone. Y’know, ‘I gotta use the bathroom, I gotta go, I gotta get somethin’ on the stove, gotta go,’ y’know there was jes too many asscuses evey time I called. Then she finally tol’ me the otha’ day. It’s fucked up when you’re in prison. You don’t know what’s goin’ on, can’t see what’s happenin’, can’t check on what someone’s tellin’ ya.”

I shared his pain. While I had a solid relationship, many did not. And, in the Law Library I handled the Divorce Packets. It was a very popular item.

The failure of the game that L.A. had started left a big hole in the session. Guys were just sitting in a circle staring at each other. Nothing to do, no leadership, and boredom. And, Roddy was out of the room getting advice from Slaney, the Army Drill instructor – on love.

Danger picked up on this vacuum and grabbed the garbage can in the middle of the room and turned it upside down and started banging on it and the others started clapping. 

I began to feel like I was sitting around some African campfire with the natives cooking some white guy for dinner.

Green began dancing and walking around the Group and smacked a couple of guys on the head as he writhed and wiggled. Danger started rapping in a combination of Spanish and English and guys were hitting on other things. Africa, hit the shelf he was leaning on. 

Green was slapping guys in the head. Myers was slapping his legs and knees. There was gyrating and laughing and Danger’s rapping took over. 

“Mothafuckin’ Roddy gonna’ suck ma dick an’ eat ma       asshole an’ I get a Massey blowjob. 

We fuckin’  alla cops an’ we gonna gettum back. 

We gonna gid outta heah an’ gedda lotta dope…”

They were rolling and rocking and laughing. Cuba turned to me and said, “Who the fuck would believe this?” 

“No one,” I said, “how could  anyone believe that this is what goes on in prison? In a drug treatment program?”

“This is unbelievable,” said Cuba.

The beating of the drum/garbage can continued, the dancing continued, until Roddy finally decided to poke her head into the room.

“Okay,” she said, “it’s time for a Life Story. How about you Hernandez?”

Hernandez, or Cuba, taking in all of the insanity while she was out of  the room, didn’t know what to do. But, he was leaving next month and the tradition was for someone about to leave had to do his “Life Story.” 

“Jes, I doing it,” said Hernandez.

“So, I grow in Cuba,” said Hernandez, “an’ I am elefen year an’ I go to embazee of Peru, an’ eed fill an alla dee peeble ged on bots.”

“Wait,” I asked, “were you living with your family?”

“Oh, jes.” said Cuba.

“You were living with your parents?” 

“Oh, jes,” he said, confused.

“Well,” I said, “are they still there?” 

“Oh, jes,” he said, now more confused.

“Well, I don’t understand, didn’t your parents go with you?”

Henry, the drug dealer/heroin addict, was helping Hernandez with any translations necessary. So, he said to Cuba in Spanish what Harry was trying to find out. But, Henry wasn’t getting it either. Harry wanted to know why an eleven year old had to leave by himself. Why didn’t his family go with him? Were they sending him off on his own to face the unknown? But, Harry never got an answer. Apparently, this was the great boat migration by Fidel during which time he’d emptied the prisons and told everyone — “Go, but you can’t come back.”

“Zo, I go. An’ I am being in Flow-reeda an’ I fin’ place weed peeble to stay.”

“Were they gay?” said Danger. The room erupted. 

“Pardonne?” said Hernandez. Now, using a French accent to add to his fractured Spanish.

The laughing was now uncontrolled since Roddy had returned to the Bubble in the dorm room and wasn’t supervising this.

Danger laughed. “Were the people you lived with gay?”

More uncontrolled laughter. Hernandez was trying to maintain his composure and, at the same time understand what they were saying.

“I don’ unnastan’. What guy?

“You got ta Florida an’ you were in onea those camps?” 

“Oh, jes, I was wid de two frenz. Een camp fow dayz.” 

“Did you meet Tony Montana? You eat wid ‘im?”

“Oh, jes, I eed wid Tony Montana.”

The group went wild at the mention of Tony Montana, the Al Pacino character that supposedly arrived with the boat people flotilla that Fidel had allowed to leave Cuba,

“Bro, who would believe this? This is crazy,” said the Cuba next to me. 

“No shit.” he said.

“You gotta’ do a screenplay. This is right outta Cuckoo’s Nest. Lookit that chick who did what, ‘Orange is da New Black? And she was only in a year at a Club Fed. C’mon bro, people wouldn’t believe that this shit really goes on. Stupid drug dealers who can’t speak? I’m tellin’ you, this makes the Khardashians look smart.”

“So, why you here?” said Green.

“Wha?” said Hernandez-Cuba, slightly confused. Feigning, or maybe not feigning ignorance. 

“HERE, why are you here? Whadyou do?”

“Oh, here? Oh, No, No, No, no-teeng.” said Hernandez. He was shaking his head and his beard which was following his head, slightly delayed.

“You mean you’re innocent?” laughed Henry, next to him.

“Oh, that’s right, we’re all innocent here, I forgot,” followed by laughter. Everyone knew that Morgan Freeman line by heart in prison.

“No, No, No,” smiled Hernandez. “I go pass a plaze an’ peeble waz having fight. An’ dey poin’ finga.”

“You were walking past people and they pointed the finger at you?” said Green, now laughing at Hernandez’ story.

“Jes,” said Hernandez, “I go an’ guy poin’ finga to me an’ say I do sometheeng I no do anytheeng,” he said, his head back aristocratically, smiling nonetheless.

Almost everyone in the group looked at each other, and at Hernandez.

He was trying the classic bullshit tack of  “It wasn’t me, it was somebody else.”

“Oh, okay,”said Green, “so you’re innocent and this was all a mistake.”

“Yeah,” said Cuba, next to me. “He hit him with the wrong pipe. It didn’t kill the motherfucker. But – he got caught anyway. Never fuck with a Cuban Jew over money. That’s the lesson to be learned, bro’,” he laughed.

Recovery was well underway. They didn’t need Roddy’s expertise. The ASAT prison drug program was working.

Copyright 2025 Gulag

“The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.”
― Groucho Marx

So you probably think you understand what’s going on, right?

The Administration is threatening universities with the withholding of funds so that they come around and adhere to the new poliitical or social party-line which satisfies Republicans, the Heritage Foundation or our new Mentor-in-Waiting Herr DOGE (pronounced Doggie). If it were up to them, bible study would be the main course — as long as they were teaching CHRISTIAN ideology and had sold the students their bibles. In fact, Liberty University could provide our leadership, by example. But the recent thrust which has unsettled the Columbia hierarchy is what the Left has perceived as an attack upon Free Speech and Assembly, Anti-intellectuality, interference in higher education –and Extortion. Extortion? Let me tell you, from Justice to Education, Religion to Politics, nothing is either more prevalent or more succesful than plain old Extortion. Its what makes the world go around. Especially, in Washington and the good old U.S. of A.

Teach what we tell you. Don’t teach what we don’t approve of. DO NOT protest for any reason, (unless we tell you to). Hire the teachers we appove of. And, THINK, what we tell you to. Or, we’ll withhold money for you to exist! Or, maybe we’ll inflict Civil Death upon you. Or, destroy your institution. The list of the targets from Columbia to NPR and PBS is already long.

Starting to remind you of a novel you once read? Orwell anyone?

And, no, this new brand of RIGHTTHINK is not a complicated political philosophy. It is basically Extortion using the bludgeoning hammer of Money. Cash. Gelt, motherfucker. Really simple.

Wer’re dealing with Clowns and Goons now! Understand that!

The elitist parents who bought their way into legacy admissions are flummoxed. After garnering admission to Harvard, Yale, Princeton, U. Penn (Wharton), maybe not NYU since there’s a family member attending, and no doubt all of their law schools (watch out Heritage) — word is out that serious money will be held back. Naturally, they’ll all cave. How many universty Presidents really gave a shit about DEI or enjoyed the Free Speech movement when protests were involved — and can’t get the Blacks, women, internationals, Latinos or Trans students away from them fast enough like flypaper sticking to their fingers. Although the Whiffenpoof song may still be important.

The NY Post gleefully reported that students are rejecting admission offers from Columbia. Can you imagine that? Saying NO to an Ivy League admission offer? Even legacy students. Mom and Dad are telling Sonny or Barbie that maybe Columbia isn’t such a good idea right now, after all. You know, so Outre. Our guy got you in — at a hell of a cost — but maybe still with Harvard. But, wait, even with that $50 Billion dollar endowment — maybe let the 2025 people continue going there so that it doesn’t get shut down? The Law School anyway!

What the NY Post doesn’t talk about and what an intelligent person knows IF THEY TALK to their children is — the children would rather Harvard send the $50 Billion to those people who USAID left sick and hungry or dying. And, who would go to any of these schools that succumbed to Extortion and risk having your diploma reversed and taken away from you even after studying, shutting your mouth, giving up Free Speech and agreeing to not protest against the abomination of lies and political Extortion from Clowns? All to satisfy the cuurent crop of sociopaths who came to power because they’ve figured out that stupid people, racists that hate Blacks and Latinos, incels that hate women, Republicans that want power and Old white guys that don’t give a shit about anyone except themselves — and no longer have to hide it since their hero has pulled off a coup.

But, you know, folks, there are a lot of politicians who are full of shit whose diplomas come from wealthy, famous Law Schools whose J.D. degrees should be Revoked. Before those schools are driven out of business and their professors head to europe.

Before Sonny becomes a plumber and joins the Socialists and starts protesting.

NEWS FLASH — 4/2/25. 4 students chained themselves to a gate at Columbia’s St. Paul’s Chapel in protest and were removed within two hours by campus police. They violated the Rules of University Conduct. Such bravery and audacity!

“Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”

— Henry Kissinger

You all know what’s going on. We all know what’s going on. There’s no mystery about the fact that we’ve inherited a deeply neurotic individual who was terrified by an abusive father. Now its our turn. One writer described our situation as living in a form of intentional Chaos. Daily shocks, offenses to our sense of right and wrong, — lack of any empathy for those unable to care for themselves — as was our ability as (formerly) the greatest nation on earth. No more. And the Republicans have willingly swallowed the Koolaid as they give free reign to racism, misogyny, dishonesty and unTruth. Actually, it’s quite amazing. And, they have the balls to claim religiosity — that they’re religious. Any Christian I know from growing up would puke on these people. They are completely full of shit. The so-called pastors are con artists, grifters, and phonies collecting cash like our Head Clown and Oligarch.

Now we not only are concerned for the weak, disabled, damaged, and abused among us — but, like the shitheads from the East German Stasi, we must be concerned with being disappeared, turned in by neighbors for being critical of our leaders — and, we have to genuflect in the presence of Clowns! Don’t kid yourself, it IS that bad.

If you’re stupid.

Forget about the “Signalgate” fiasco. What could anyone have expected from that bunch of losers. We all knew how that shit was going to go from Day 1. From the selection of these losers to the training at Clown School you had to be brain dead not to know that giving away the store was all that we ever could have expected. My uncle was CIA and he took his job seriously. Now, he would have suggested just walking up to his KGB adversaries, simply asking them what they wanted to know — why all the secrecy and games!

Mark Rudd was a protester at Columbia — you know the school where students held sit-ins and took over the school in the sixties to protest the Vietnam War — a senseless, useless, exercise in futility that killed 2 million civilians, 1.1 million North Vietnamese soldiers, 250,000 South Vietnamese and 58,000 U.S. soldiers. This time around the protesters are hiding. it’s hard to tell whether we have a generation of cowards or whether the Coup has already occurred.

Apparently , the fear of losng grant money trumps Freedom of Speech and Columbia is now mortally wounded. I’d once been a doctoral student there but now I can’t imagine going near the place. In fact, as an example of circuitous cowardice the President of the school made a deal to cower to the Administration of Clowns and Oligarchs and then dropped out a week later. As Groucho said, “I wouldn’t want to belong to a club that would have me as a member.” Can you imagine applying for a job and tempting an employer with your “B.A., M.A. or even J.D. from Columbia University?”

“Holy shit, get that fucking asshole out of here. That’s one of those Clown schools where only the new and improved Law firms that take orders from the Administration and whose lawyers can enter Federal Buildings and refuse to defend Free Speech activists, protestors or Democrats — have graduated.”

“Oh, yeah, and rhe School of Journalism teaches you how bend over for Republicans.”

By the way, the Republicans have found a solution to the lack of workers after the deportations manage to eliminate manpower, as has been the case in the U.S. for generations. DeSantis figured it all out.

We’re going to put our kids to work by lowering the legal age — nothing like a ten year old working hard in the factory before doing homework.

“The only reason you should be in college is to destroy it.”

— Abbie Hoffman

Columbia University recently agreed to save itself by becoming a new symbol of cooperation with the government. The $400 million dollars which was withheld by the Trump Administration in order to dictate the operation of the school in hiring police to arrest protestors and make other changes was the death knell of independent higher education and intellectual freedom. The University of Pennsylvania witnessed the same and more will come since these universities caved in to save their jobs and continue to exist. No longer will the likes of Abbie Hoffman and protestors like Mark Rudd occupy Columbia’s buildings as in Nixon’s 1960’s and make demands upon their Administration for social change — or upon anyone else, for that matter. This, in order to continue receiving money so that the university will be able to continue to teach the party line or take over more land and receive money for “getting with the program.” Whatever that may be. You might want to question the statement our Dear Leader made at inauguration when he said:

“After years and years of illegal and unconstitutional federal efforts to restrict free expression, I also will sign an executive order to immediately stop all government censorship and bring back free speech to America. Never again will the immense power of the state be weaponized to persecute political opponents.”

Follow this by Tuberville’s statement who said: “When it comes to protesters, we gotta make sure we treat all of them the same: send them to jail.”

Columbia’s problem now seems clear. Especially, after they caved in.

A new anti-intellectualism is now the future.

Let’s look at Columbia and other large Universities, like NYU — where alumni donations and large gifts pay the freight. For those of you with any experience with these schools, keep in mind that they are large entities that have adverse relationships with the often poor or disadvantaged (or powerless) residents in the locations where they exist. The community surrounding Columbia is essentially poor and residents do not have the resources to fight the behemouth in order to exist peacefully in Columbia’s shadow. The student body now is mainly elites and wealthy whose families could care less about the community surrounding the manicured grounds of the school (or international non-profit student shills with no love for America). The days of sit-ins and protests by American middle-class students from the boroughs are long over and are now mostly passive quislings — and no independent thought or investigative journalism will be allowed to advance. Columbia Journalism School, for example, is a bad joke, with no hope of effecting political change, not to mention students’ ability to find a media job in the Trump era unless there are, again, elitist connectios. Varsity Blues was not an anomoly. At least not as it affects the direction of American political thought. So, let’s close Columbia. Let’s give the community back its land and send the research labs, journalism students, social workers and students studying social policy change back to their families — unless they find themselves on a flight to Guantanamo as the Administration would prefer it.

Independent thought, innovation, American Enterprise and Humanism is now over. The political Right, the Republicans and the militias will keep everyone else in line. Everything is cool.

The Solution?

Everyone should now drop out of American Universities and Colleges and join the anti-intellectual, anti-oligarch, anti-Elite, Pro-Democracy movement — and focus all of our energies, money, time and intelligence on supporting our RESPONSIVE representatives, activists, political parties and institutions which foster good government and a sane American policy which our forefathers espoused as American Ideals.

And JOIN THEM — now!

To straighten out, support and fight for our independent, humane, anti-exclusionary Democracy. Forget about buying a new car, getting into a name college, “investing” in a vacation, buying new furniture, or even expanding your wardrobe. Buy food and cook, do your own cleaning, watch your own kids — and Stop spending a dime on anything but your political, Democratic rights of Free Speech, Civil Rights and fight like hell to keep them.

Get off your ass and join the effort! Support our Democracy and Civil Rights!

“The Illegal we do immediately, the unconstitutional takes a little longer.”

— Henry Kissinger

Corruption is a funny thing.

In Manhattan, what is most obvious is the fact that no City agency performs as they are supposed to. The Building Department, for example, will show up if there’s a bribe. Landlords know this and count on it. While I could not even get an inspector on the phone, my landlord had no trouble at all hosting one and arranging to have a violation placed on my apartment — so that he could drag me into court costing me hundreds of thousands of dollars in legal fees. Using the Building Department and the courts to evict me and my family.

HPD, the agency that reviews and supposedly enforces housing laws, is a joke. They routinely sic their robot phone system on tenants who make complaints to call back — instead of showing up to issue violations. Violations are ignored by landlords because they are meaningless. Of course, those inspectors that do arrive, if they speak English, have already warned the landlords they are coming. I’ve witnessed payoffs. You’d think that contacting the police would be enough of a warning, right?

Well, after my last hit and run on Canal Street, the Wild West of downtown traffic locales, (in spite of the DOT, congestion pricing, the Community Board and useless BIDS) the police would be right on it. But, according to the clerk at the NYPD station, Detectives now only handle murders, not traffic accidents. My police report went nowhere — but I did get a bill from the hospital for the ambulance.

I made a complaint at the Fair Housing office about my apartment. They asked how much I was paying in rent and immediately lost interest. The fact that my building had no legally required ADA amenities and that the building purportedly was stolen in a criminal fog several years ago and that the entire family of the previous owner and several superintendents had mysteriously died seemed to be of no interest.

On Long Island, especially in Westhampton Beach, the new corruption Mecca of the Hamptons, things do work better. Especially, if you pay. If you’re a developer and know how to move things along. But, the Post office personnel are friendly and helpful, the bagels and owners at Goldberg’s are great, and CVS is efficient. However, the Village government is hostile, anti-business, and corrupt — unless you have green intentions. The former Mayor was clueless, incompetent, and disinterested — the current Mayor is a real estate broker — and the Trustees and ZBA all have their hands out — but deny it. That’s why there is a Village Attorney like Pasca, someone who routinely defames anyone who doesn’t play well or has not performed. Take a trip, look around, and wonder at all of the condos going up.

Yes, you’re right!

It’s the new Hamptons Mecca — where things DO work as in Manhattan — if you pay the price.

“Capitalism is the legitimate racket of the ruling class.“
— Al Capone

It’s always a pleasure to understand what the ramifications are after a new law is institiuted. Or, for that matter, after there is a new mandate (or interest in) an old law. For example, take the recent zeal in ridding America of immigrants, legal or not, from those pristine beaches, beautiful lawns, and grandiose mansions which require a great deal of labor — in the Hamptons.

Unfortunately, there seems to be some difficulty in finding workers these days. One wonders why those hard working Black and Spanish people who (according to the NY Times and Newsday) formerly and currently live in the woods as well as rental houses or houses they’ve bought but don’t want to leave — even for food.

What we have now is a whole other level of paranoia.

The new Catch-22 is that Southampton and East Hampton have laws on the books instituted in 2008 which require landlords obtain a rental permit for any property rented to others. Under Home Rule the politicians and Code Enforcement Police can either be indifferent or draconian towards property owners who rent to immigrants. While the original intent was to identify who was living in rental houses so it did not appear to be racist or retaliative (in order to punish certain landlords) — it certainly played out that way. But, then things quieted down for the simple reason that local folks needed workers. The fact that I was prosecuted and imprisoned was due to the fact that I was exposing corruption as well. You know, Freedom of Speech and Freedom of the Press and all of that anachronistic stuff. Simply renting to immigrants now only exposes property owners to legal extortion in the Hamptons.

But now the shit has hit the fan since the war on immigrants has started for real.

Immigrants have again becme a favorite subject. Followed by the American version of Stasi.

ICE is doing a great job. And, as a result, workers don’t want to leave their houses OR the woods. And, local homeowners have been busy ratting out their neighbors. Regardless of whether they have permits and are legallly permitted to inhabit (or rent) a house — snitches, rats, whistleblowers, collaborators — are turning in their neighbors for renting to Blacks or Immigrants who don’t have papers. Or, even if they do.

So, as the Zelensky-Trump-Vance imbroglio plays out and the New World Order is divided up into America, China, and Russia– we now have an idea about how the Germans felt when Stasi-trained citizens began turning in their neighbors. That’s what is now beginning to happen in the Hamptons. Those who rent to the hiding workers are being turned in to the police for referral to ICE.

Of course, by paying $5 million they could get fast-tracked to citizenship.