wistful thinking

Time now to pony up, Americanos, and do the damn thing right. Time to flush the four year turd down the gilded bowl. Time to take out the family trash. Time to bundle the whole damn circus up in a cheap cotton/poly blended blanket it and chuck it into the river- East, Potomac, Raritan, Hudson- I am not particular. I am an equal opportunity cleanser. It is time to own up to our collective mistake. The failed racist vision of a future forlorn. Time to turn off, tune out , and drop in . kick the tires for real on your friends and family, they might not be doing great. It is also time to genuinely lock them up. Every last carpet bagger, pussy grabber, snabler, grafter, sycophant and thieve. Time to scour society of white collar slime. Time to grab the wall street bull by the horns and the balls and twist that beast into compliance. There is no more time to waste on what if and next year and what now. It is time to show ourselves and our kids and the world that all is not lost. That is how we do, at least as new Yorkers, we look after one another. Or we did to some extent, until we didn’t, but maybe we can do now. Though the division seems it could not be greater today than I can certainly remember, but let’s hope for a come to jesus moment as a city or a society. Like Debbie harry said, dreaming is free.