It’s a world of warcraft
The universe is crumbling.
Middle East hatreds are killing Middle Easterners. Russia wants to swallow everyone. America’s no longer wealthy. China’s looking to devour Taiwan. Iran is a sewer. Also, screw North Korea.
And haters only want to get Donald. Don’t like Donald, OK. Pick who you like. With a world in crisis, nothing’s to do but go for Donald’s jugular? How about the infrastructure. Migrants. Homicides. Diseases. Guns. Crime. Poverty. The FBI. Maine?! How about stupid congressional fights.
Don’t love Donald, OK. But you can’t love Biden despite one good thing about him. He never seems discouraged. Always keeps a stiff upper lip. He has to. The guy probably has a thousand dollars stuck in his dentures.
But to use up money, time, manpower, patience, legalities on basically only one thing — Get Donald?! Listen, fine him. Take away his hairdresser. But spend all this time hating, suing, fining, punishing him? Might as well live in a banana republic, which Joe’s brother probably owns by now.
The Middle East means it’s no time for media clowns to call America “weak” . . . Also: bobble head geniuses who’ve never been to war, or read the Hamas Charter, or know the 75 years of Arab-Israeli relations, should keep their opinions shut . . . And enough already with Ramaswamy, who has less chance than my housekeeper.
Plus Nikki Haley, who’s nice but so what?
And in the immortal words of Mark Levin: “The Democrat party hates America.”
Gobbling cash
MEANWHILE, Thanksgiving’s coming. 1897 at Telluride’s American House it was 50 cents for 10 courses: Caviar, tomatoes, salmon, beef aux champignons, coffee, whipped cream with jelly (whatever that is), plus three wines (I know what those are).
Per etiquette specialist Ellen Easton: 1899, NYC’s Café Boulevard: Blue Point oysters, consommé, salmon, sweetbread patties, duck, spinach, escarole salad, pudding, wine, demitasse — 75 cents. Tip was probably a Tic Tac.
1966 at Tucson’s Flamingo: Turkey, cranberries, soup, potatoes, soufflé, brandy, rum pie with melted cheese, coffee — $2.25. One cup at a deli now costs more.
1976, health food’s Aware Inn. Chinese salad’s bean spouts, scallions, cucumber, green peppers, tomatoes and almonds in a tamarind dressing, chocolate supreme — $2. If they reopen I’m available for takeout.
A hire power
THINGS are now so lousy that Seventh Avenue guys are laying off the sons-in-law they don’t like. One fired designer asked, “So who’s going to fill my vacancy?” Answer: “You are not leaving a vacancy.”
Masking up
HAPPY Halloween to everyone. Fie on ghosts and ghouls. Forget witches, itches, twitches and bitches. Just let’s us all remember that this is the only day Hunter Biden looks to be OK.
COMPLAINING crank: “Thanksgiving’s coming. I got nothing to be thankful for. I can’t even pay my bills.” He got told: “Shut up. At least you’re not one of your creditors.”
Mostly in New York City, kids, mostly in New York City!
This story originally appeared on NYPost
