Behind Enemy Lines

It is well documented that Manhattan exists as the epicenter of today’s liberal movement, the Berkeley of the east, as it were. Here, well-financed hipsters with more expensive footwear than the average evil, rich Republicans I know, endlessly sermonize on the trendiest of talking points. Throwing around irrelevant terms like xenophobia without the slightest hint of irony, considering Bush’s plan for the amnesty of an estimated 8 million illegal aliens. And of course there are the quintessential favorites such as “lied”, “misled”, “deceived”, and for good measure I’ll include “Halliburton”. Embracing knowledge of history that goes back further than the last Summer Olympics, one would know that Halliburton has been awarded no-bid contracts for every administration going back to World War II. But I digress and hey, let’s not let simple things like fact and reason get in the way of a bandwagon approach to undermining the credibility of our President.

So here I sit, lonelier than an anchorite in the Desert of Thebes (to borrow a lush analogy from Maugham). It is by sheer will power alone that I am able to make it to work on time, by not stopping to engage every clipboard wielding DNC rep that thinks it's worth their time to attempt to change minds in a city that is 4 to 1, Democrat to Republican.

For a city that sustained the brunt of the devastating tragedy of 9/11, the selective memory of its populace is startling. To hear them tell it, two planes flying into the World Trade Center is deemed equivalent to a natural disaster such as a hurricane, or more topically, a volcano. It’s merely a colossal mess that needs to be cleaned up but not remembered for what it was. By refusing to address its severity with the fervor that it deserves, especially in an election year, the liberal movement in New York City conjures up the classic image of an ostrich doing what it does best.